[insert stunned silence]

It's 9:30 and I'm reaching for the ibuoprofen already. Yeah, that's real confidence inspiring that is.

Thank you to all you fabulous people who answered my cry of distress with regards to needing music to get me through the work day. You all have saved the lives of many brain cells and plot bunnies. I appreciate your kindness (especially that of oxoniensis) greatly. They're talking of re-reimaging my computer *again* but I'm just going to pretend I can't hear them*.

*I may need to re-download again. sigh


Now, let's talk about this mythical Supes film. Y'all know that film. So, they're still casting, still scouting for locations (did you know Australia and Kansas were interchangable?) and (yes, there's more) they have now streamlined the budget to a cool TWO HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS. Yeah. Wow. That's a really skimpy budget isn't it? What the fuck are they making his costume from? 1200-count egyptian cotton? Threads shit by the rarest worms to ever be fed kobe beef and milk from hindu cows!? WTF! *goes into rabid frenzy*

*This movie is Ishtar. It's Cleopatra'd before it even starts.

Holding out one hand with a gun in the other.

I have six gmail invites I'm more than willing to give to the first come and served visitors... well, except for the two I'm holding for rosenho and happyminion if they're interested in'em.

However, before everyone says memememememe, I highly suggest you read copperbadge's posting about the good, the bad and the gmail ugly. I like my gmail, but it has problems, so don't think it's going to fix the hole in the ozone for you.

Remember, nothing in life is truly free people.

ETN: Okay munchkins, no more invites, as they're being sent to the kids overseas, but Rosenho and Happyminion, they're still yours if you want.

ETN#2: elke_tanzer has a post about e-mail privacy, or lack thereof, and why gmail is not anymore evol than anybody else.