The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Now, I realize that I may have a fairly convincing appearance of being all-powerful and all-knowing, but I'm really not. No, I simply apply my rapier wit and keen powers of deduction with liberal flair.

So - when you tell me, completely hypothetically, that you want your PC moved from one cubicle in Room X to a different cubicle in Room X, I'm going to operate off the assumption that...your PC is located in Room X. After all, I can't move it from an initial location in Room X if it isn't actually there now, can I?

AURGH!!!

The President needs to get off his ass and declare Friday a holiday already so I can have a nice four day weekend away from the stupid.

An aside - LJ isn't emailing me all of my comments, so if it looks like I'm ignoring you, I'm really not. I swear.

Also, I have a particularly bizzare and gruesome police story from Erik, but it's so disturbing that I don't know if I should tell it. Does anyone really want to know? It made my mother disengage from conversation last night with unseemly haste. [EDIT] Aiee, one little added detail made it even more disturbing. *twitch*

I...am in love. Voice! Violin! Love!

This prompted an update to the now-scary Christmas list.

From silverstah:

Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like/love/adore you.
Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love.

Or something. ^_^