The other unmentionable possible oddball product may or may not work, so don't get your hopes up. I'll probably know by the time I get the tea orders up.
In other news, I hate being a nag. Hate hate hate. I also have caught myself several times this week being an unrequested critic. In both cases, it was not only well-received, but appreciated, but that doesn't stop me from feeling like a horrible, overly-opinionated loudmouth.
In other, other news, I am completely appalled by Illustrators Partnership. It's not an 'us or them' issue, and their debunking of the debunking is... flawed. They ought to be embarrassed. Yeah, I said it.
In other, other hot news, I haven't weighed in on the great Open Source Boobs Project because it strikes me as a little silly. Classy people ask permission for classy things in a classy fashion. If you want to touch my boobs, you're free to ask. I will tell you flatly no, because my boobs are my business, and you gotta *earn* access to them. The question itself would not be classy, but I wouldn't consider it harassment or OMG objectifying me. How you ask would have a lot to do with how I answer. Look me in the eye and solemnly ask me for permission, and I'll look you in the eye and tell you you don't get it. Drool, ogle or otherwise make an ass of yourself, and I'll treat you with the same lack of respect. It takes a lot more than a question to spur me to violence.
See, there I go being all overly-opinionated again.
