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It’s happened. I’ve been gifted a Mac product.

I’m not denying this is a pretty piece of hardware. It’s sleek and has been designed to handle images and music in the most awesome way possible. Its top-of-the-line inner things maximize the battery life. The part I loathe is that all the cool stuff costs money and there are no USB or firewire ports. The only way into that thing other than the magical one little dock/port/soul suck thing under the home button is… i can’t find a way, nor a way to easily go “back,” and the wireless picker-upper isn’t as powerful as my laptop’s.

With this all in mind, I’m going to do my damnedest to make use of this giant iPhone that can’t make calls. Somehow this iTouch without a camera will become part of the business side of Haddadadad. My aunt meant well when giving me this really really nice and trendy computer screen, and I should use it. There’s bound to be good uses photography-wise.

I’m all for paying for quality programs that help me actually do something useful, like a Photoshop dealy or a music editor with tons of options. Paying for instant messengers, RSS readers, most games, and photo trinkets are not on my list. The only free multi-platform messengers are made for iPhones for now.

Palringo shows up tiny on the screen. It’s kind of adorable and sad and annoying at the same time. The important thing for now is the application works! Woohoo! Communication.

I still can’t find my battery charger.

Last Friday, I set up some prints and paintings at the Urbana cafe, La Gourmandise Bistro. The German cafe is operated (and I think owned) by Pete Schnabel, who is really really super nice. He’s a fan of the Haddadadad nickname and now addresses me as such. Unfortunately my camera’s battery was/is dead with the charger MIA. I took this round of pictures with the oh-so-lovely droid camera. Remember when 5.0MP cameras were crazy-expensive? Ha!

Maybe I’ll actually sell something! <3 You can check out my prints for sale on Etsy, and all paintings available on Crafthaus, which I will update when I am able to get my battery charged. I got a bunch of new paintings to put up! WHERE IS MY CHARGER?! *sob*

He does have a point: cushiony things are good to lay against. Also, black towels are badass (as long as they get washed in some sort of colorfast soap so they don’t lose their deep dark blackness. Grey-blue towels are not badass.)

Oh Victoria’s. Really?

“Invisible” lace. So let’s get this straight: you’re advertising the see-through lace isn’t actually see-through? This lace effectively airbrushes your body to not appear to have nipples or any type of crotch hair or skin folds or anything, rendering you more like a cartoon character than a real human. Reminds me of cheaper underwear that can’t afford to use real lace and has to use more fabric for support of the fake lace.

Are we all starring in a movie we need to make PG-13? Can’t have an R so we can get the kiddies? Maybe this is just a way the lingerie clothing company is allowing people to be ashamed of the normal parts of their bodies, things that are supposed to be there. I could have sworn that the fun part of having lacy underthings was the peep show factor or maybe getting to see something intimate (or just plain dirrrty for those of you that need the kink factor), like how the Rockettes and can-can dancers do high kicks that could lead to a peek at the lady bits.

Oh well.

At the shelter I used to work at, they did “safer” tests, testing dogs and cats on their ability to interact with other people, live in a shelter environment, and (for dogs) interact with other dogs in a friendly manner. For dogs they were nervous about, they used a stuffed animal that was the size of a lab and looked like a “pointer,” similar to this toy. The dog stands in a dominant posture with a straight back and its head erect.

My corgi is in an alert position, but I don’t think he’s very domineering with his short stature. Fiona thinks otherwise, and JP doesn’t know what to think of him at all. Yaayyy puppies as presents!

Victoria’s Secret has been pushing their “cheeky” undies a lot in the last year. My inbox is full of ads for them. While they can have adorable patterns, one feeling is clear: this underwear is made to give wedgies.

Now, I don’t know about you, general readers aged 19-27, but I am in probably the best shape I’ll ever be and my skin is as elastic as it can get. I’m going to lounge about the indoor homestead in my underoos every chance I can. This lack of clothing means I need underwear that actually covers my buns to prevent cat hair and whatever from getting on my tush, as well as protecting furniture from smelling like ass. Besides my freewheeling need to bare almost it all, I also like to be able to walk without feeling something gathering in my crack area. With or without additional layers of clothing, it’s a thing I have to not have anything uncomfortable in the no-zone.

There is a ton of underwear that are cute or sexy and also cover all the buns. Some of those designs even hug the contours of the butt muscles that are exposed in the cheekies.

Are Cheekies cute? Yes. Are they functional? No way, unless you like your anus outsides getting rubbed raw from fabric.

I moved.

My studio is now within the Independent Media Center of Urbana, or IMC as the l33t say. I was hesitant to go there (hippies! a-eee!) but the monthly rent of the new place equals the amount of money I spent on gas to get to the free old one. Also, I can get to this place by bicycle, bus, or skate, all money savers. Also, this place has loads of security and a controlled climate. Also, this place is near food establishments for when I forget to pack a lunch. Also, the people I interacted with that are in charge and not overbearing socially-inept hippies and are in fact nice, friendly people grounded in reality. The vibes of a new place are overwhelmingly positive, and these feelings of renewal shall by exploited to the fullest extent of my ability. I’ve missed the chill calm that is Urbana.

I have completed one and half commissions as of this posting, and it feels pretty good. It’s like getting my school work put on the fridge. Hauling my butt to studio will be way easier now that it’s closer. My work was up at Evolve Fitness Center in downtown Champaign from the beginning of June until last week. My latest spot will be a bistro in Urbana. I’ll link it when I’m officially on the walls there.

No sales on my Etsy as of yet. I put up a large print of my favorite recent painting. Here, let me link to it for funsies. Continuing my focus on people, I’ll probably not deviate from the theme unless a commission calls for it. I like doing different type things. Focusing on one type makes the others more exciting when they occur.

I additionally acquired a new living space, one the cats were not too happy about the first day, as displayed by their pouty faces and general spastic demeanor, running through all the rooms, climbing over everything possible, and landing in the safest place they could find. Together.

This move is probably their best bonding moment. Fiona the lioness has cooled her jets since being here, being more playful towards JP with her jabbing, batting and nipping to soft bapping and virtually no nipping unless she feels the fuzz is being a twat. JP is standing up for himself in this new unclaimed world, and they are, for the most part, now at peace with each other in a large space big enough for two cat egos.

Since that first night, JP has gone back to his station in the tv stand and has held it strongly as one of his daily posts, watching all in his shared kingdom.

BONUS: Nessa! I watched her this weekend for a friend, and this cat is abso-fucking-lutely adorable even if her favorite toy is a crumbled up ball of paper.