Awesome like David Hewlett's ass

The digital camera I had ordered some time ago arrived today. Woot! It's shiny and tiny and I love it to pieces. 5.0 megapixels, very fast (The time between shots? What's it called?). The zoom could be better, but then again, I'm not living the life of a creepy stalker in Vancouver or Los Angeles.
Now if I could only lift it to actually, you know, depress the shutter release button.

I was woken by a loud noise which, as it turned out, had been the ice and snow crashing down from the garage roof. Let's just say that frantic shovelling without wearing any gloves was not conducive to my well-being. Ow. Sore muscles, blisters on my hand and half an hour late. Skipping classes it is.

And he shall be my Squishy

God. I cannot, for the life of me, watch an episode of Traders without making high-pitched noises. This can't be normal. But seriously, could you resist the urge to ( pet him? )

I don't think so.