The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

*blinks* I find it very odd that there are bootlegs of CLAMPAZAR. I don't know why, but I do.

Alas, the depths of my CLAMP-whoredome have no bounds, I am sad to realize. I bought CLAMPAZAR. I'm buying CLAMP no Kiseki...twice, in Japanese and in English. I'm buying the Japanese version solely because I can't wait two years to get all the chess pieces. I'm considering commissioning a shadowbox to hold the CLAMPAZAR mousepad and all the chess pieces from a friend of mine who does remarkable woodwork. I am a sad, sad person.

I feel so dirty now. Ick.

In other news, today in Bizzaro World, Fu-Master not only came to find me to ask my advice about a rather nasty situation before charging off and taking action, but he also listened to what I said, and agreed to wait on any further action until I could talk to some other people. Oddly enough, it was the sort of situation that he should have been seeking me out for.

I get to "escalate" the situation now, which always gives me warm fuzzies. Especially as this involves my favorite four-letter word, NMCI, and their inability to provide service to hearing-impaired individuals, a situation made even nastier by the fact that the building said individual sits in has a NMCI network designed by a diseased and brain-damaged chimp. Not one, but two potential lawsuits we can dangle over EDS! Yay!

Of course, if my department didn't have the completely inexplicable urge to move everyone from where they are in that building to somewhere else in the same building, neither of the above would have been an issue. Minor details.