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Sticky Words: My New Favorite App

I love when people I love make things I love.  Which is one of the reasons the Sticky Words app (for iPhone and iPad) is my new favorite app.  But it's just one of the reasons.
See, my boyfriend (and yes, it's ridiculous to call the man that you are dating when you're 36 your "boyfriend", but most of the other labels sound ridiculous too.  I'm still trying to come up with a category that denotes "person-I'm-super-serious-about-in-a-healthy-way" but haven't come up with the best term yet, so for now, boyfriend) made an app.  In fact, he decided he wanted to learn iOS (the programming language to create iPhone and iPad apps), so he built an app to teach himself.  I think that's cool.  It's a little like writing to learn how to write.

But I don't just like it because I like him.  I actually think it's really fun.  Remember magnetic poetry?  I always loved when someone had a set on their fridge at a party because it was like a place for introverts to gather.  But I also found it annoying when it was missing that one word that would make your little creation perfect.  Sticky Words does not have that problem, because it comes with a set of words, but also lets you add your own (thank you Sticky Words!).

You can also draw from your own camera roll, which is fantastic because I love taking photos of strange textures or angles and then never really have anything to do with them later.  Now I can make them into poetry:
(this is the ceiling at the Alcatraz work room.  I loved it's highly distressed colors.)

It's a neat way to highlight a picture you took that accidentally turned out awesome and add a favorite quote.  This one from the immortal Anais Nin:
(a flower near Arlington Cemetery)
And I'll for sure be using it for the weird thought bubbles that pop into my head when I see certain expressions, like this one from my most adorable nephew:

It's super cool, right?  You can also tweet, email or save your images, which makes for fun sharing.  For a very limited time it's also FREE, so download Sticky Words in the app store quick.  When cool people make cool things it makes me happy.


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