Played with a kind-of neat iPhone photo app today. I won't lie to you, I'd feel a lot less stupid about it if it wasn't called the Hipstamatic.
Pictures best if not viewed any larger than this. Heh.
I keep thinking of minor stories from my life (RACC, poker, OK Cupid, Andy's party, writing group) that I mean to write about here. And then instead I don't. My Livejournal is atrophying. Weird. I never even bother checking my friends page anymore, as a lot of the choice stuff has been switched over to Google Reader now. Hmm.