Aubrey Longley-Cook of Spool Spectrum created this embroidered animation. Probably one of the coolest craft projects I’ve seen in a long time.

[via Feeling Stitchy]

Contrary to the Yahoo email you may have received from “me”, I am not in London nor do I need to borrow $1500. Well actually, if you do have $1500 and you want to loan it to me, that would be great at this point in my life, but anyway….. apparently my fucking Yahoo account was hacked. I don’t know what’s up with these hackers lately. They’ve been fucking with my blog and now my email. I’m really not that important. And also, if it is money you are after…. boy are you barking up the wrong tree! I have $50 to my name as we speak. And as far as trying to get money out of my family…. well, I’ve already been there and done that. I’m surprised they are still speaking to me so don’t even bother wasting your time.

For anyone interested, the prick who hacked me is supposedly using yhabeeb88@gmail.com as their email, unless they stole that too. I’ve already sent them an email letting them know how sorry I am that they have such a small dick and apparently no life!

For the past year, I have been a member of the APA. I’ve been playing 9-ball, although I also joined an 8-ball team 3 weeks ago. Due to the hard work of my team, we have made it to the city finals. Woo hoo! What that means is this: If we win at City, we get a paid trip to Las Vegas where we will compete in the Nationals. At Nationals we have a chance to win a 1st Place prize of $15,000 (and bragging rights, of course!).

Tonight at 7:30 will be the first round of matches at the City tournaments. I’m EXTREMELY nervous. I have never been a part of a team (or at least stuck with one long enough) and I’ve never had to be this responsible for the outcome of any kind of team “sport”. I actually received a plaque with my name on it just for making it to City. This blows my mind. I have never received any kind of plaque. Just typing all of this makes me want to puke. My stomach is all turned around. I can’t let the team down. Please Mr. or Ms. God/Universe/Nature/Whatever…. Let me stop shaking long enough to hold my stick straight. Amen.