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It's Prince's birthday (as if you even need to be told), and that seems as good an occasion as any to start Flickring again. After all, if Prince can keep rocking after everything he's been through (remember, he once felt so oppressed by whatever it was that was oppressing him that he couldn't even use his own name for half a decade—he had to use an unpronounceable symbol, and even then he had to remind everyone of how bad he felt by writing the word SLAVE on his face—backwards! If I couldn't use my own name, I think I'd go with a cool one, like Phil Harder...wait, I think that's someone's name already. Yeah, I'd definitely use that)... then I don't know what will. Um...okay, that made no sense.

Anyway, here's a picture I took a while back, of a large crow that was about to attack a herd of beachgoers. Seconds after this was taken, the crow spotted an elderly couple and let loose with a volley of pecans from its slingshot. Then, just as suddenly, it landed back on the sand and started cleaning its feathers. After that I must have blacked out from the excitement. When I came to, it was all over. The crow had moved slightly to the left, and was serenely contemplating what looked like a bit of candy wrapper.

All completely true. Except for the part about the crow.

It's been a while and I'm over at my mom's working on the craft book today, so I thought I'd do a new 'in my bag' snap. Wow... I pretty much live by what I carry with me. I wonder if that's a good thing...