This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The bottom has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
(I posted this on facebook, but I thought I would share with you fine people as well just so you know I am not dead and am still busy living.)
Dear Nissan Maxima,
You are the first vehicle I have ever hated. You smell weird no matter how much I clean you, have some of the most inexplicable holes I have ever seen in very random places of the floor, and you make a great many noises that make me wonder if you have car cancer. The serious kind, not like a questionable mole, but the for real this-shit-is-fucking-terminal Cancer.
As much as I like shiny blinking things, your constant engine light flashing is giving me brain damage and Eye AIDS. I have taken you in to get fixed... WHY DOES THAT ONLY MAKE IT WORSE?!
Also, despite the fact that you are a hideously glaring white blemish on the road, other cars will still pull out of their parking spaces and run right into you while you're ambling at a mighty loud 20 mph down the road. I have a hard time being mad at these people when this happens because in reality, they were probably just reacting the way any vigilante would if they saw/heard a giant albino spider with emphysema skittering down the road and only a ton of metal propelled into its face, like the great Shoe of Justice, would defeat the beast. They were only doing you a favor, car. Someone had to. No one likes spiders and no one likes you.
Lastly, as much as I adore buying tires, I am finally getting tired of spending all of my days off living with constant fear that my one leisure activity for the week will be spent at Goodyear.
Sta.sh
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