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Archive for 19. February 2008

a rant

Not much to report here today. Didn’t get anything accomplished last night but a few new CT things downloaded and my SIL sent me some adorable photos of the kids. I’m trying to get old layouts loaded into Shutterfly so I can get the books I bought on ebay ordered before they expire. The countdown in now offically on and is at 24 hours. I’ll have to get up a bit early to get him to the airport, but I won’t mind. There may be no post for tomorrow unless I do it tonight. We’ll see what happens.

I guess I can’t let it go by without putting in my 2 cents worth. I usually am behind the times and sometimes feel like the last to know anything. I didn’t know about a certain store closing and why until way after the fact. I don’t know who Tandika is and other than it affected some of my friends, couldn’t care less what she does. And while I had no clue what digiscrapping was in Jan. of 2007, I did read part of the the smurf, tunabake, Mo debacle. I read up on these things and look at them the same way as the evil blogs (yes, I admit I read them too, usually a week after the hubbub). It’s all a train wreck and you just can’t take your eyes off of it. However, this stuff (edited, I’m a family blog) with the pirating has got me pissed off. When this affects my friends the way they were affected this weekend, I’ve got a right to be pissed off. They don’t need the stress that this *stuff* adds to their lives. As designers they don’t need to feel unappreciated, used and ripped off. As people they don’t need to feel unappreciated, used and ripped off. And as a scrapper, I don’t need to feel ripped off. Cuz that’s how I feel. I work hard for my money. I sit through long and very boring days, but I willingly and honestly (even though I usually wait for a sale) give my money to these designers because I support what they do. Do you know that IRL when people steal from stores, it makes the prices go up?!!!! And knowing that people are getting this stuff for FREE, stealing this stuff that I pay my good hard earned money for really makes me mad as HELL. Yes, I’ve found this a way to make it about me. Cuz if we get pissed off, maybe we’ll take a stand. And we can say enough is enough.

And with that, I’m off to jump in the shower and go to work. I hope that you all have a wonderful day.

A little chuckle for ya

Irish castaway
One day an Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over10 years, saw a speck on the horizon. He thought to himself, “It’scertainly not a ship.” As the speck got closer and closer, he began torule out even the possibilities of a small boat or a raft.
Suddenly there strode from the surf a figure clad in a black wet suit.Putting aside the scuba tanks and mask and zipping down the top of thewet suit stood a drop-dead gorgeous blonde!
She walked up to the stunned Irishman and said to him, “Tell me, how longhas it been since you’ve had a good cigar?”
Ten years,” replied the amazed Irishman.With that, she reached over and unzipped a waterproof pocket on the leftsleeve of her wetsuit and pulled out a fresh package of cigars and alighter.He took a cigar, slowly lit it, and took a long drag. “Faith andbegorrah,” said the castaway, “that is so good! I’d almost forgottenhow great a smoke can be !”
And how long has it been since you’ve had a drop of good Powers IrishWhiskey?” asked the blonde.
Trembling, the castaway replied, “Ten years.”Hearing that, the blonde reached over to her right sleeve, unzipped apocket there and removed a flask and handed it to him. He opened theflask and took a long drink. ” ‘Tis nectar of the gods!” shouted theIrishman. ” ‘Tis truly fantastic!!!”
At this point the gorgeous blonde started to slowly unzip the long frontof her wet suit, right down the middle. She looked at the trembling manand asked, “And how long has it been since you played around?”
With tears in his eyes, the Irishman fell to his knees and sobbed,”Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don’t tell me that you’ve got golf clubs inthere too!

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