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Hey look! I made something.



It's either a bookmark, or a husband flogging strap. I haven't decided yet. It's not for me, it's for someone on a forum that I'm sending a card to. I don't know this person, I was just randomly assigned to them. Randomly assigned to send them a card. Yep, a card. I have no idea why I signed up to do it now, since it sounds insane trying to tell someone about it. Anyways, I'm sending the bookmark thing along with the card.

Yes, it's girly enough to make you puke. It's got a butterfly, a flower, and a freaking purse on it. The forum this is being done through is full of women. Like, WOMEN women, not nerd women. Normal women like pink purses, right? So yeah...maybe I overdid it. But hey, it's the thought that counts.

If nothing else, it would make a good cat toy.

Hello internet.

Since someone fed Larry IV three hams, (it killed him) we got a new fish.

Internet, meet Dr. B.


Dr. B., meet the Internet.


His idea of a good day is waddling around his tank in the general direction of food, and hoping some manages to float into his mouth.

Yep. Good ol' Dr. B.


Also, I'm a year older. Wee.