question to artists who do digital art. What programs do you use if you use vista. what tablets would you recommend, and what's a good scanner/printer for pencil/graphite/charcoal?

Got tagged by Nejyk.

1. Post these rules.
2. Each person tagged must post eight random (hopefully interesting) facts about themselves.
3. Tags should write a journal of these facts.
4. At the end post eight more deviants you wish to tag.
5. Go to their site and leave a comment telling them they're tagged.

ok so lets see:
1) (like Nejyk) I hate stereotypes, get to know the person before even making assumptions about them.
2)I'm at work right now while I'm doing this (I have THAT much free time here... more than when I'm at home, hmmmm)
3)It takes a lot of trust for me to be honest with anyone (friends, family, etc. I have the tendency to be very "distant" to a lot of people)
4)Not being sure about what will happen next, discourages me from trying...
5)I'm a procrastinater, but not because of the above reason, I just suck at time management, never completely satisfied with what I do... and I'm a little on the lazy side
6)I love to travel, because I hate staying in one spot for too long
7) I'm the only one of my friends who likes to travel and it takes a lot of convincing to get them to do anything
8)I smile way too much (people think I'm thinking of something... I'm not, just smiling to smile)

other artists I tag:
BiggCaz
Panthro005
rcsi1

I had to push the party to next weekend cause my b-day fell on a monday (yeah, a monday of all days) but I plan to not remember... and I really need to get a scanner/new computer that works properly... suggestions? I have new artwork, just not on my computer.

so I've been doing a lot of traveling and experienced all kinds of wierd shit in the process. I took a bus to MN, because I'm stupid and thought public transportation would be a good idea...
so on the way there I had to sit next to some crazy lady who wouldn't stop talking to me about random people she's met on the road, she had pictures of them and some random nic-nac to fall back on for memories sake. that was for the first three hours. she got off at Mason city. and I decided to put on some music and just stare out the window. The first city we reach in MN some guy gets on and decideds to sit next to me, then he leaned over and went to sleep on my shoulder... for the rest of the ride. so i think that was by far the most awkward couple of hours I've ever experienced.

So I get to MN do tourist shit (take pictures, see places, talk to strangers, eat at white castle) and stay and catch up with my sister, it was pretty fun.

The ride back wasn't too bad, just that it started at 8 pm so I didn't get back to Des Moines till 2 am. so i woke up my friend and told him to come get me from the bus station.

fast forward four days and I went to chicago with some of my friends to the Nas "hip-hop is dead" concert. we took two cars. one was a chevy impala, the other was (rememeber I'm stupid so so are my friends) a toyota celica. now there's six of us(jorge, tony, neris, michael vargas "vargas", michael munson "munson, and me) all around 6 feet or more. except vargas he's like 5'2". The trip there three of us (Tony, Neris, and I) had to ride in the celica, the trip back, because two of us left right after the concert (vargas and Munson had work in the morning), four (Neris, Tony, Jorge, and I) of us had to ride in the celica. THIS IS A SIX HOUR TRIP... in the smallest car ever made! so it was already badly planned.

we get to chicago. and we instantly hit rush hour! the hotel we're staying at is on the opposite side of chicago... We have to drive to the hotel, check in, then drive back to other side to catch the show... in 3 hours. some shit happens and an argument breaks out and the one person who knows his way around chicago breaks away from the rest of the group. so, of course, we get lost looking for this damn hotel. we find it with 45 minutes to get back to the concert hall. I call Jorge, and tell them to wait for us, mainly because Munson has my ticket. We actually make good time and are looking for parking right when the concert hall opens their doors. I call Vargas to tell him not to walk in with my ticket because we're right down the street. Vargas, Munson, and Jorge decide to walk in anyway, well mainly because they're assholes. and I ask them "well, how the hell am I supposed to get in now!?" They say "uh... I don't know." For fourty dollars someone better figure out how the hell to get me my tickets. I'm outside the concert hall yelling at my phone and the security for half an hour, because I can't get in to get my ticket. People looking at me wierd Security threatening me, all kinds of fun stuff. Jorge decides to get one of the security guards to find me and hand me my ticket. (see the solution to the problem was so simple! even though they could of just stayed outside and waited five fucking minutes, but whatever... I'm not too mad about it anymore) We get in find each other I yell some more, and I'm calm again. we get pretty close to the stage and we just kinda wait... and wait... and wait. we wait for two hours before anything happens, we just... standing there. and a dj comes out starts playing some music... and playing some more music... and he's playing even more music. so now we're waiting and standing for a total of 3 and half hours. The place fills up with people and we see two people pass out, faint, have a seizure from how hot it was. One guy fell in front of the guy infront of me. It was so dark i thought someone dropped a contact lense or a phone or something until someone yelled "someone help him up!". Then people started booing the dj because we've been standing for about four hours now. The dj packs up his shit and walks off stage...

...DJ LES, Nas's DJ, walks up on stage and people start thinking "hey nas is showing up now." Nope, the DJ just starts playing music, he get's to "this is why I'm hot" by Mims, and before the first word of the song is even uttered everyone in the concert hall was booing. So the dj says "Wow! ya'll are serious."...
... he walks off stage. so now people go from being mad to pretty pissed off. They got good reason we've been standing for five hours. The booing is deafening. Jorge looks at me and says "I ain't booing shit! this is NAS!" and as soon as he finishes that sentence we hear "TURN THOSE FUCKING LIGHTS OFF LETS START THIS SHIT!" Nas finally jumps on stage, the mood of the entire room goes from pissed to hyped. It was really funny to me. The concert was pretty hot. fast forward to the end of the concert. Without warning Vargas and Munson disappear. I realize I left my phone in Munsons car because I didn't expect to be using it during the concert (like I would be able to hear anything over those speakers) so I get Jorge's phone and call vargas and tell him not to leave chicago and give me my phone back. Remember, Vargas is an asshole. They leave anyway he tells me "you can get it back when you get back to des moines, noones gonna call you." I realize the first thing I'm gonna do when i get back to Des Moines is kill Vargas. Tony and Jorge tell me "hey you won't need your phone anyway." We head back to the hotel. and the hotel only has two beds. I don't feel like arguing or fighting over beds so I take the floor. "i want shotgun on the ride home, alright!?" is what I tell the others "You three can fight over the beds." Jorge and tony quickly jump to each bed and neris jumps to Jorge's bed, and steals Jorge's covers.

I wake up because the sun rises and shines right through the sliver between the curtains, right in my eyes. We go sightseeing and my dumbass friends keep losing track of each other and whomever I'm with keeps asking me to "call them" with my phone that's with vargas in another state, we go to the navy pier, go see wrigley field, eat at white castle. The ride back is horrible because white castle gave neris gas and we got thrown off track and got lost in Joliet Tony again asks me to "call munson, he knows how to get us back on track!" I'm going back to des moines to find new friends I swear! we drove through about three pay tolls without paying so i pray to god they impound that fucking celica. we stop about five to six times to stretch and make it back to des moines at about midnight. I use Tony's phone to call Vargas, he doesn't answer. So I call his roomate geoff to bring me my phone. I get my phone... The battery's dead. (If I don't use the phone at all the battery will last for three days we were only gone for about two. either I've recieved a lot of calls or Vargas was using it. The battery should've been full)

Tony suggest we go up to ISU that very night, because Veisha was on. Geoff decides he's in Jorge goes home. We meet up with two other friends (felicia and Melanie) They say they're going too. we get up there and meet up with my other friend Vinnie, who goes to ISU, and we party at his house for a while. He says that mike jones is performing tonight for free, I'm like "fuck it, why not?" Tony and neris run off early for the Mike jones concert and the rest of the group decide to go when it's supposed to start, about 1:30 am. when we get to the concert there are hundreds of people there. I use Geoff's phone to call Tony. he says they are right in front of the stage... It takes me ten minutes four attempts to push my way to Tony and Neris. Mike Jones comes out and the music starts playing. Geoff's phone rings, it's felicia. She's asking where I'm at, and i'm telling her, but she can't hear me. I give up telling her because we're just trying to yell over everybody there and it's not working. so I enjoy Mike jone's performance of about four songs then he leaves. everyone there is like "What the fuck!? That was it!?" I'm like "It was FREE!" we do some more drinking I meet some college girls we leave at about 6 am. I get home about 7 am I remember I have to go to work in three hours, I open the door and my dad is standing there. He says, "what, you can't answer your phone?"

I get my phone charged and see 40+ missed calls, 27 text messages, 10 voice messages (everyone of them is someone yelling at me for not answering my phone.) I laugh then cry cause I had to work for eight hours. I've had less than an hour of sleep, my ass hurts from sitting in the celica, my ears hurt from the loud music, i can hardly speak cause I've been yelling. I smell like beer and pot. I look like the worst sin. Trust me work was just GREAT! There was a lot of stuff (mainly involving cops and WAAAY to much homosexuality and some other drama) that I left out of this but all in all a good week and a half of experiences and laughs. We're going back to chicago soon to see Wu-Tang... I'll keep you guys posted