Unrelatedly, people on my LJ friends list (P-C, I added you!), please go check my LJ when you have a chance.

Is this on a filter? I can't see anything other than the post about Tim and Kon, which is cute, but I suspect not what you were referring to.

Also, that email is ridonkulous. I must resort to rapper made-up words to accurately describe it.

David, I hope you get the computer back in good repair. The iTunes library loss would make various parties weep.

Unrelatedly, people on my LJ friends list (P-C, I added you!), please go check my LJ when you have a chance.

Is this on a filter? I can't see anything other than the post about Tim and Kon, which is cute, but I suspect not what you were referring to.

Oh, balls. You should be on it. Maybe I put one of the other sa accounts on it.

In any case, I just went and fixed it.

And now I can see! Woo.

How in the world are you? I would really love to receive that one kind of returned communication that happens through electrons from you.

/not at all subtle

How in the world are you? I would really love to receive that one kind of returned communication that happens through electrons from you.

I'm so stressed lately that I've been shunning all forms of communication. All I do is snap at people and then cry.

No, seriously.

Stress is bad! I'd ask why, but I suspect that would make you more stressed.

Instead, I ask you to imagine me, three bottles of wine, my bemused friend Tom, his two old-queeny roommates, and an apparently very enthusiastic and detailed conversation about American government, the Iraq war, and conservativism.

Not that I can remember *any* of this. This is all secondhand from aforementioned bemused Tom.

The iTunes library loss would make various parties weep.

Seeing as how I am old school, the vast majority of my music on iTunes is simply ripped from my own collection. Losing the playlists sucks, but I can recreate a bunch of them. There are tracks I only had as downloads and such, but I've posted a lot of those to Buffistarawk. So...it kind of sucks, but it could be way worse.

And we still don't know if the computer is fixable. It might be! Anyway, I think JZ is going ahead and buying us our very first laptop. The prices on the Mini computers has dropped so much, we'll probably get one for Emmett within the next year too.

I was thinking that your walls o' cds would help with the fix, if necessary.

I just sympathize because in my move to my new iPod (named Ithaqua) I lost about 125 songs somehow that I still can't explain. Some of it is really rare stuff, like this Gang of Four concert in Berlin, that I probably won't be able to reacquire. Some of it is far easier to reacquire, but it remains a pain in the ass. 125 songs! Just gone!

I really didn't understand that piece of writing(?).

and the point of 'running the vanillas out' would be?

and most importantly - naked pictures?

I really didn't understand that piece of writing(?).

Perhaps an actual bunny wrote it. In that case, I'd be impressed. (Unless it were Clovis, who I *know* is an excellent writer.)

and the point of 'running the vanillias out' would be?

Being great big jerks? Outing themselves and getting busted?

and most importantly - naked pictures?

Right?!?

Fucking A.

Back from Tucson. Exhausted. Why? Because before we left Tucson, S decided our life wasn't complicated enough, and that she should fall and fuck up her knee.

So, after ten hours of driving back, all the while her knee getting worse and worse, we dropped MM off at his house at about 10:30 last night, and went to the ER.

Where we stayed until almost 4:00 in the morning. Then I had to get up after only stupid few hours of sleep to return the rental car. Which cost an extra $75, as we had radically misjudged how far Tucson was from LA, and went almost 300 miles over the milage limit we had for the weekend.

Verdict on S's knee? Leg not broken, but meniscus possibly torn. Won't know for sure for another several days, which we give to the knee to possibly get better. If not better in a week, torn meniscus and probably surgery. FUCK ME!

I am very cranky today. This is exacerbated by the fact that the prescription for morphine which we were given by the ER doc is pretty much impossible to fill at our local pharmacy.