LiveJournal Announcement: LiveJournal Major Notes: Header Design Contest, Shades for Paid Users!

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We want to thank you for helping us narrow our header selection to a brilliant group of finalists (although all of the entries were painfully good). While we vote, Frank would like to convey his appreciation for sharing your touching bike stories. He was so delighted that he's hoping you'll take a few moments to describe your first solo cooking experience. Whether you struggled to flip pancakes, mix Ramen noodles, or burn a slice of toast, tell Frank about your first time in the kitchen, and he'll send you over a hearty strawberry. P.S. Epic fails are cordially invited! Help us choose the winning header! Last week, thousands of you voted for your favorite header designs. This week, we're hoping you'll help us choose the header that will appear on the top of LiveJournal throughout the month of June. Please note that you'll see a few extra stragglers mixed in, which were accidentally omitted during the first round (sincere apologies from the bleary-eyed editor). The polls will remain open until Wednesday, May 26th, at 3pm, PST, after which time we'll begin accepting submissions for the next contest. So, without further ado, poise your cursors and let the voting begin! Dazzling shades for our paid users! If you have a paid or permanent account, you can send five free glitterati sunglasses beginning Saturday, May 22nd at noon, PDT, and extending through Wedneday May 26th, at 4pm, PDT! You'll see both the free and the $0.99 sunglasses displayed until you've blinged them all to your friends. Please send only one at a time. In other words, you'll need to complete check-out and start a new order for each fantabulous pair of shades you send. If you're not receiving vgifts (from friends and/or Frank), you may have disabled them. To enable vgifts, visit Edit profile (under Profile), scroll down to the bottom of the page, and check your settings. We hope these keep you concealed until the paparrazi have left the building! For our featured photo and more fun with Frank & Meme, we'll catch you under the cut! Photo of the week Congrats to manda2177, who won our 23rd lj_photophile poll. Click here to vote for the next photo of the week! Aye, spy! When we last joined our quarreling darlings, Meme was polishing up her Nancy Drew spy glass, determined to get to the bottom of Alpha's food poisoning. Upon ringing up Alpha's room, Dr. Nan unexpectedly answered and refused to place Alpha on the line. This caused Meme to suspect that Alpha was already dangling therefrom. After carefully reviewing your advice, Meme decided to call Nurse Chi Wa-Wa and check on Alpha's status. A booming baritone with a thick Austrian brogue rasped into the phone: "Zhank you for calling Zhe Hospital of Our Lady of Perpetual Grazing, how can I azzist you?" Meme clicked off, aghast. "Frank, we must get over to the hospital at once. I sniff foul play!" Realizing she meant business, Frank limped over to the driveway, revved up his purple electric golf cart, and the lovebirds flew the coop. In less than ten minutes, the two were riding up the elevator to Nurse Chi Wa-Wa's station, only to discover a placard reading, "Fetching lunch. Bone appetit!" The couple scanned the halls, searching every room until at last they spied Dr. Nan leaning over a bed. "How is she?" Meme inquired, causing Nan's fur to stand on end. While Nan proceeded to explain in excruciating detail how a triple dose of steroids had caused Alpha to fall into a deep sleep, Frank seized the opportunity to snoop for clues. He soon found a brown paper bag tucked behind a corner curtain, labeled Roar Bar, which contained a tin foil swan. Frank peeled away a few layers and unsheathed the remains of the day: crab cakes. "Aha!" Frank yelled. "Foiled again!" He gestured toward Dr. Nan. "Holy mother of Gaga," a suave jackal suddenly burst onto the scene, standing a bit too close to Frank, dressed in a creaseless lavender suit. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Stan Jacquelle, celebrity sleuth extraordinaire. What we have here, my friends," he said, grabbing the take-out, "is proof parfait of the vilest of gastro-intestinal assaults. Ew, will you please take this hideous thing away from me before it stains my virgin raw silk?" He winced, tossing the bag to Frank. "Oui, oui, I must concur with the uncoiffed goat." The jackal pointed at Dr. Nan: "J'accuse!!" "No, no! That might be my doggy bag, but this over here is my puppy love!" Nan wimpered, pawing at the sleeping pomeranian. Frank and Meme would like your advice on whether to hire the jackal to investigate. Tell them what you think, and they'll send you over a portrait of Stan Jacquelle to place under your pillow (*picture must be sandwiched between 600+ thread count organic Egyptian cotton linens, as per Stan's request*). Once again, we thank you for joining us. See you next week!

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