The title is in honor of my little friend Kate, who just royally stuck it up her parents' asses by buying herself a hot 2000 Dodge Intrepid without needing a co-signer. Take THAT, bitches. (Her parents, that is, because they're positively shitty to her and therefore suck. Case in point? The fact that she bought herself a car without having to beg them to help her is somehow grounds for the comment, "Well, I'm glad they have money to throw away on someone like you," when she said her fiancee's parents would've co-signed for her if she needed them to. Whatever. Oh, and I call her my "little" friend because she's 20 to my 34. But don't let the age fool you, because she's got her shit together better than anyone I know.)

So, I spent a good portion of last night figuring out Bubba the Elph; I'm downloading the first shots to Yahoo! now. I'm quite sure that the thing would load my dishwasher and clean the cat boxes, if I could just figure out the settings. (Note to Carl: It's an SD-110, and I recommend it wholeheartedly.)