The Homicidal Urges

DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT.

This auction that I was extremely excited about ended early. The seller had the guitar listed elsewhere.

I'd made up my mind to use the Buy It Now, too. Call it an early birthday present.

No early birthday present for me.

(I'm actually really quite annoyed. I've been looking for a reasonably-priced Fat Strat with that exact pickup configuration for a while now. And goddamn it, it was reasonably priced and just plain fucking awesome...oh well. There are worse things to be concerned about in the world, I suppose...)

jpom40 asked me an interesting question yesterday. If I were Dante, who would inhabit my levels of hell?

Well, I know who would be in the level where people are flayed alive for eternity:

All the bastards who ever had anything to do with the design of Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator or Acrobat.

GRRRAAAAAARRGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear beer,

Why do you hurt one who loves you so much?

Yours painfully,
clappamungus

ARGH!!

Why brain dumb today?

Why?

Need brain to work while reading over completed Lit Review of Doom^TM

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BLARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ETA I think I'm inhabiting rin_tin_tin_'s world, where inanimate objects try to murder you: the back of my chair just collapsed. Knew I should have exercised more these past few months...