!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK ok ok you guys know that I have wanted one of these for fukken' years

AND NOW I HAVE ONE WENDING ITS WAY TO ME

*glomps like a mad fucker * I hope it can handle runic without blurring the chars, 'cos man, those spirex notebooks are history

In other news: Painkillers are evil. Seriously. two fucking pee-em. WTF man. That's my Saturday completely pooched. Plus you wake up dehydrated as fuck and with an annoying headache and you're not allowed aspro. Fuck you. Fuck youuuuuuuu.


Poor Penny is still very unwell and lethargic, but spent most of the day happily tucked under the doona with me. I'll save her a large pan of pie fixin's when I get around to making them.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK ok ok you guys know that I have wanted one of these for fukken' years

AND NOW I HAVE ONE WENDING ITS WAY TO ME

*glomps like a mad fucker * I hope it can handle runic without blurring the chars, 'cos man, those spirex notebooks are history

In other news: Painkillers are evil. Seriously. two fucking pee-em. WTF man. That's my Saturday completely pooched. Plus you wake up dehydrated as fuck and with an annoying headache and you're not allowed aspro. Fuck you. Fuck youuuuuuuu.


Poor Penny is still very unwell and lethargic, but spent most of the day happily tucked under the doona with me. I'll save her a large pan of pie fixin's when I get around to making them.

Btw...

( cut for DW spoilers so no one whines )

Btw...

( cut for DW spoilers so no one whines )

(no subject)

"Folly from the sky. Blind. Random. No one is safe, no one is innocent. Machines of death, Morgaine. Who needs the Destroyer? A scream from the sky. Light, brighter than the sun. No war between armies or nations - just Death. Death gone mad!

A child looks up at the sky. His eyes turn to cinders. He weeps ashes. Is this your honour? Is this war? Are these weapons you would use?

Tell me!"


Ahh Battlefield. 21 years and still Epic. Fucking. Win.

(no subject)

"Folly from the sky. Blind. Random. No one is safe, no one is innocent. Machines of death, Morgaine. Who needs the Destroyer? A scream from the sky. Light, brighter than the sun. No war between armies or nations - just Death. Death gone mad!

A child looks up at the sky. His eyes turn to cinders. He weeps ashes. Is this your honour? Is this war? Are these weapons you would use?

Tell me!"


Ahh Battlefield. 21 years and still Epic. Fucking. Win.