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Newerish calling card inbetween two versions update.

Final Result:

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My webpage is a constant source of entertainment and finger-training for me. 
Upon realising that it served me best as a calling card, that is what has become. 

This one is definitely a work in progress. Oh and look! It tweets. Nonsense. With vigour. The webpage that is. 

UPDATE I don't like it. Back to the drawing board.

UPDATE II: The layout wasn't bothering me as much as the colour combination. Hence:
now with added circles!

UPDATE III: This will keep me happy for now. 

Now to optimise prime.

Update IV:

Still with added circles and blingy things (I've recieved some complaints about them, but for now they just feel right) and a few hidden functions within, this will rest for now. Also hooray for social integrationalisms! 

That was fun. Good night.

PS: It does say illustrator somewhere on that page…


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