Guess who got a graphic tablet for Christmas? No, really…guess! Yeah, it was me! Now I can draw a picture of a hippo carrying a balloon that looks like me!!! Is that awesome? Yeah.
It’s a PenPower Tooya graphics tablet. The awesomeness of the tablet is that it gives you a giant 6×10 inch drawing surface. The huge drawback is that you will have problems with the software. You will have lots and lots of problems with the software. We could not even get it to recognize the installation CD in my computer, luckily it’s plug and play so at least I can use it I just can’t adjust any preferences. Also, no installation number for the PhotoShop Elements Mac Version. again, ‘sokay, I have other software I can use it with.
Also, customer support from both PenPower and Buy.com is retarded at best. You will get no help with this product at all. BUT!! If you are persistent (and god knows I’m persistent) you can make it work! Also, if your boyfriend wants to return it because it doesn’t work, you should be really persistent about keeping it because it’s a pretty awesome present and you don’t want to give it up!
So, thanks David! Thanks for my graphics tablet (and my mp3 player and the wireless speakers and for cuteness).
more pictures later.

Hookers of the world! UNITE!

Today is the first day of the Stitch Stirrer plan to build the crochet army! Phase one is always propaganda, so watch out, bizhitchies! The flaming hooks of justice will soon be flying oner a town near you (perhaps joining Ravelry and meeting other crocheters and feeling all empowered isn’t the healthiest thing for my obsessive side).
Todays Theme: Limericks!
There once was a girl with a hook
For patterns she’d nowhere to look
Being quite the slattern
She booked flight to Saturn
Where she lived by hook or by crook
There once was a yarn store in town
That oft made all the hookers frown
With the matter in hand
They formed an angry band
But stopped before the place burned down
Once was a girl with a lizard
That could not survive a blizzard
She hooked up a sweater
He acted no better
But she felt herself a wizard
Okay, that’s enough pain from me!


You know how much I hate it when you do it, tossing your half smoked camel into the sink. This time you look me in the eye, challenging me to say something. I match your stare, I’ve nothing more to lose.
Like everything else, it’s a draw, we look away at the same time.
I light another cigarette and cross my arms, staring at nothing, taking everything in. I can feel it in you, the rage and hatred, the resentment, the tantrum-like insistence that it’s my fault.
The smoke fills the kitchen, the ghost of our regret, the ghost of what we were.
I offer you the pack, but you look away. The need gnaws at you, I could see it in your clenched fists, you need me to apologize, to shoulder the burden.
My silence breaks your will. You’re gone forever starting with the first step. One gulp, you finish your Jack, the glass shatters inches from my head. No reaction, you won’t get it from me. Just go.
With every breath after the door shuts behind you I feel your hate dissipate into the walls, disappearing.