Intaglio 2.0

The King is dead; long live the King.

And Farrah. Be fabulous in better places than this, angel. You will be missed.

(Damn it people from when stuff was cool, pls to stop leaving, it really fucking sucks.)

My laptop appears to be bricked. I do in fact suspect brickification.

As I know more, so shall you.

Thank god I backed my thesis up yesterday.

I think I have a version of the disaster, also, though it's a few months old, and some lolcats.

I am too frightened to pitch any sort of fit.

They've sold Midway, and it looks like it's going to come apart in little bloody pieces.

Woe. Most dolorous and lachrymose woe.

( Love is not a victory march, or: fannish-yet-true hyperbole. )

I have often wished I could do something about its decline, but I've never wanted it to disappear.

And now it looks like that could happen.

ETA: No, really, if it IS a hoax, then Wall Street Journal is in on it.

On which note, I attempt to sleep. Goodnight and good luck.

Here. Here's all the random ass updating crap I could think of:

Awesome dream.

I haven't been this sick in about seven years. I got pity soup out of it. *Shrug.*

My Marie Palin has gone back to her beloved France Alaska, in exile. I'll miss you, ice princess! =(

No word yet on whether we get to eat cake.

( Fandom TL;DR: my own personal review rant. )

Apparently, Robitussin makes me indiscreet.

I care so much. XD

...Okay.

Sarah Palin.

Is.

REALLY HOT.

Like, yes, no, REALLY.

And, and she can, like, shoot and kill things! And gut fish!

*Inarticulate.*

WHY.

WHY MUST YOU BE PRO LIFE. WHY.

I bet the way of a man with a maid is the only way, too. Or I would, if I was the betting type.

ALAS OUR LOVE CAN NEVER BE.

Woe.

Okay, okay, I give! Uncle, already.

( I'm trying to type a horizontal line without using MS Word. )

Which brings me to my plea.

Do any of you know where/how I can acquire the horizontal line? ;_;

And wow, I don't think they call it a Return key anymore. I'm pretty sure all the keyboards ever say Enter on them now. *Is old.*

I tried to get into reading "housematehorror" for the drive-by vicarious lulz.

But, um, it's painfully unfunny.

"My roomie never picks up her shit and it's so disgusting."

That's all the posts ever.

Tell you what.

Call me when you have a housemate that actively lights your belongings on fire and breaks your china, eats twenty-seven POUNDS of ground beef in TWO DAYS, and almost burns down your fucking HOUSE.

Been there. Done that.

*Yawn.*

Backup's done. Box arrived in the mail.

Going to stick computer in box, send box to HP, receive fixed computer.

No idea how long that will take; no idea what's wrong with her, but it must be pretty bad, because she emits a delicate odor of fried wire every so often.

Luckily, my scary tedious class is ALL ABOUT COMPUTERS and having a computer is a TOTAL NECESSITY for same. XD

Where some people have a sense of shame, I was gifted with extra awesome. Tru fax. Srysly.

Hold the fort for me <3

I shall return.

My vacation? I need a vacation therefrom. And another three or four very hot showers. OhgodTHESMOKEitfeelslikeitwillnevercomeoff.

If you want to listen to me whine, you probably have my info.

Additionally: whilst at a rest stop on the way home, I beheld the saddest, most unbearably forlorn sight on the entire east coast.

A gutted MKII cabinet with Soul Calibur in its place.

Woe is my love. Most dolorous and lachrymose woe of Shakespearean proportions.

Woe, woe, and down, wanton, down.

So I'm watching football.

Not a horror movie. Not a cop procedural. Not an action flick.

I am minding my own goddamned business.

It's the middle of the day. On standard network television.

And flashback in a box parades across the screen. Twice within an hour.

I can't seem to find the trailer. Nice long shots that go on and on into infinity as he tries desperately to get the pipe out while they carve on him.

Public to warn off my full list and any random readers.

They are packaging this as a thriller and a romance; it is neither of these things. Do not let the cuddly long cut trailer fool you.

Stay away from your television for the next several days. I'd recommend skipping Fox in particular, and I think TBS was airing it in heavyish rotation also, but I don't have confirmation on that.

Life happens. People see shit. I don't know where everyone's buttons are, but nobody deserves to have them stomped on at random while waiting for their dinner.

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