The different between the boys and the girl

Sitting for Goldfish Cracker.

Waiting for Goldfish Cracker to be presented.

Pics from last night.

The tree with the lights, that's my fig tree. We put them up for Christmas and they looked so damn cheery decided to leave them there until they die or Spring, whichever comes first. They are these great globe shape, so they look like circus lights more then tree lights. Can't seem to find them anywhere, sadly.

Am I having fun yet?

You know, the base reality of this whole, make stuff and sell it, seems to not be all about making stuff. I have sent the last three days joining a team (go Norfolk and Chance!) learning with tumblr is and resigning myself to the fact that nothing is properly spelled out anymore.

And now here I am, in my car (not driving) typing all of this onto my iPad from my Apple keyboard (so freaking awesome) on an app that will send it out to my what, three, four blogs? Never mind the apps I’ve browsed, bought, tried and been driven into a homicidal rage by.

The spreadsheet I had to learn to use and the passwords i've made and then promptly forgotten. Never mind the deep resentment I've built up over the machinations of GMail. Oh, not to mention its not very techy to have an aol.com address. I think aol.com addresses are viewed much in the way Comic Sans and Papyrus is. I don’t care.

I know all this is important just as I know I need a friggin lap desk if I’m gonna be typing in my damn car. I also know that I better get some major camping in this Spring and Falls. Sans iPad. Ok, maybe just like an iTouch with Scrabble on it.

There are a lot of things in life I've already learned that I didn't want to. Things that frustrated the hell out of me. I'm assuming there is some kind of positive in these sorts of lessons though. Not the life lessons, those just flat out sucked, the tech stuff.

Thing is if I don't start making things all of this be will for naught. And naught is no good. Naught has had enough, thankyouverymuch. So I get it, really, but damn it all, give me a donkey and a cart and I'm good. Not a virtual cart either.

Barring that, I guess i have to suck it up and make out with HAL or whatever a girl has to do in this market these days. If you'll excuse me I am going to go read a book, but you know, not like an actual PAPER one.

Make things, Really? I've spent three friggin DAYS learning how to do computer crap to sell thing I make. I'm assuming it balance out, right?

I still love this.

Superpiggie

I still love this from When Guinea Pigs Fly

This was one of my first ever blog posts about a bajillion years ago featuring an Etsy seller.

Imagine my delight when she joined our team Norfolk and Chance on Etsy.

I challeneg any one to visit her shop and not smile. Even if, like me, people piss you off more often then not.

It's Monday

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