"So if someone asks you: what's that pinned to your bag, how are you going to answer?""Uhhh..."
Yes, the pin in question was in fact a "poo pin." Still not quite sure what to tell people.
This weekend I managed not only to go totally broke buying supplies for felt pins, but also to break the scanner.
Also finnished several more pins, the most remarkable being a poo pin with the expression "Dx." I have a yard each of beige, black, purple and yellow-orange felt sitting next to me. The fabric store wouldn't sell it in smaller quantities ;_;
I start volunteer "work" tommorow, meaning that I have to wake up early to do office work in order to boost my resume. Joy.
Debating on whether or not I should bring a huge bag of felt and sewing supplies with me, but I'll probably be pretty busy without having to lug all of that back and forth. Also, I probably have better things to do with my time if I think about it.
At least the commute is shorter then Berkeley by more then an hour :)