There's this whole weird birthday thing in my family. Not as in tradition, but as in the way our birthdays fall. I won't bore you with the freaky details, but I will let you know that Herman was 29 on the 29th (of March) this year. And I turned 28 on the 28th (of last Friday).
Thus, my shiny new toy. I give you the Wacom. It's going to open up a whole new world for me. Expensive design school?* Pft. All I need is a Wacom.
Actually, all I need is to learn how to wield the power that the Wacom possesses. I'll let you know how that goes.
*So, so joking by the way. So what if I have the world's worst professor this year and he's torn out my soul and thrown it on the floor, then stepped on it because just throwing it on the floor wasn't evil enough. No big deal. Still lovin' me some RISD. Sort of. Ask me tomorrow.