Nope, not quoting a Linkin Park or NIN song! ;)

I have just finished purchasing my D*Con membership for this year.

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BOO-YAH, PEOPLE!!!

And I've already got some cash stashed away as well! *happy Snoopy dance* I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO BE PREPARED FOR THIS SUCKER. WOOOOOOOOT!!!!

All right, I've gotta do some laundry. Going a little batshit here being snowed in in the city. Twenty-nine and a half inches of snow, people. IN WASHINGTON D.frickin'C. *snort*

And another "storm" coming in Tuesday night through Wednesday, promising to dump five plus more inches on top of it.

School's already canceled for tomorrow and Tuesday. I've got the sinking feeling that Friday'll be the earliest that school could get back into session. *sigh*

And we're really busy at work, too. Missing work = less much-needed money in the paycheck. For BOTH of us. AUGH.
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I'm currently sitting at the library typing this, as Marvin my iMac is dead, dead, DEAD. *cries*

Fortunately, Absolute Mac has a comparable computer that we can switch the hard drive (which thankfully was undamaged... I hope) over to. It's an eMac, which was a model made exclusively for schools to use. And then it was discontinued. *snort* Whatever. It's a little bigger than Sam's cube iMac, but it has more processing power. Who cares, so long as it works, right? And the repair guys better get this done soon, because I'm ready to explode from internet withdrawal! WAH!

Not to mention I can't read the kinds of... erm... adult fic I want to while I have Teh Boy looking over my shoulder. Yes, he is currently standing right beside me critiquing everything I type. *chuckle* Not to mention "suggesting" I type this or that.

Gotta go, time's run out on this computer.
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Merry Christmas / Happy Channukah / Blessed Yule / Merry Kwaanza / Blessed Midwinter

to all of you. If you have snow, please pelt your loved ones (or those freaking irritating neighbors) with snowballs with love from me. *BEG*

And... we're off to PA. Will return Sunday evening. Drive safely, everyone. Love to you all.

*smishes*
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So I've been googling pics for a mini-ficathon, and I'd wanted some of the Elkins, WV area. What do I find?

This. Seriously... *giggle* Yeah, can't be all that serious about this.

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And with that, I am just about ready to hit the sack. Any minute now those legal narcotics will spread throughout my brain and force me to sleep, YAY!
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RODNEY McKAY WOULD HAVE A FRICKIN' FIELD DAY WITH THIS ONE...

The link takes you to a video a bunch of Scotsmen took a lot of time out of their busy lives to make.

No worries, mates, it's totally safe for work. I promise I'm not frelling with you here.

HEE.

My husband sent the link to the whole family, including Sam, with the title: "When Highlanders Get Bored With Their Sheep."

*giggle*

Yeah, my mind went to The Bad Place, but for once it wasn't anything dirty like I'd hoped and dreamed! ;)

Okay, yeah, those antibiotics I'm on are seriously messing with my mental equilibrium here. *snorfle*

Could also be that shot of Tattoo... ;p

Off to bed with me now. Sleep sweet, all.
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First off... upper respiratory infection getting into full swing in my sinuses and lungs. JOY. I sincerely despise all ragweed and their money shots up my nose. DO. NOT. WANT.

Second - feeling as horrible and disgusting and feverish as I do, this</i> amused the hell out of me. It's the T-Shirt Hell version of the PG magnet I've got on my fridge. The magnet sez: "Please: no drinking, no smoking, no swearing. This is a Respectable House." Heheheh. Yeah, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. *chuckle*

Back to the couch for me. No energy. Excess of yellow mucus. Fever and chills. Head full of lead snot.

UGH.
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I get all of the information filled out - shipping address, billing info and credit card numbers, and then I click "Submit" to get to the confirmation of payment page. Yeah, no.

Instead I get the Blank White Screen of Death.

And yes, I AM hearing Eddie Izzard's Cake or Death bit right now. No... really. Just popped it up in the youtube, and am listening to it while I'm typing. heh.

So, I open up a window to pop off an email to the T-Mobile customer support peeps. Fill it out. Click Submit.

...

And get sent right back to the now blank email customer support form.

*facepalm*

Me no likey how this is turning out.

Am hesitant in getting a cell phone plan through Verizon, since we already have the land line through them.

Anyone else have any suggestions on who I can get a good cell phone and plan with?
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Sonny-boy has broken his first (and according to him, his ONLY) bone. Buckle fracture of his right radius from playing football in gym today.

Seeing as how he is anything BUT a risk-taker, it's going to take a bit of work getting him to play any kind of competitive sports in any capacity ever again. OY.

Have to make calls, and listen to hubby cursing up a storm, and comfort the ickle ailing boy.
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