Not for the faint of art. |
...except, obviously, me. I'm sitting here in my house, all alone in the dark, playing a video game, minding my own business, when the message tone on my mobile goes off. I discourage text messages. If you have my phone number and want to get in touch with me, call me. We're not in 8th grade, here. And if you are, you don't have my mobile number (Claire). So I ignore it until I'm done with the current quest, then heave my ass out of its chair to go see who had the bad manners to make my phone beep. Oh, look, it's Pat. When we were in 8th grade we didn't have mobile phones (we had to walk to school in the snow without shoes uphill both ways and kids these days don't know how good they have it), so maybe he's making up for... No, it's an image. What the...? Turns out they were out shopping for his kid's first Christmas and they came upon a Hello Kitty display. And of course, he just had to share it with me. Fortunately, my phone screen is small, and even if I ever figure out how in the hell to get images off my phone and onto my computer (I know everyone else in the world has probably already figured this out, but I have no need to know this procedure), I will NOT view an enlarged image of this. It's pink. And it has Hello Kitty on it. Everyone thinks they're funny. Even Pat. |