*grindgrindgrindgrind*
So I decided that today was backups day; I've done a metric fuck-ton of work on the fan film and I thought it might be an unhorrible idea to make sure I don't, like, lose it all to some random electron zigging when it should zag.
Backups take FOREVER, so I have a lot of idle time right now...but I have to say, I always feel this slight psychological sigh of relief after I know the fan film is safe once again. All that work...I'd probably kill a lot of people before killing myself if something happened to it before I finished the fucker. Just sayin'...you ever hear this anguished scream of rage that echoes from the darkest depths of Capitol Hill and can be heard from Tacoma to Everett, followed by gunfire and sirens, well...you know what just happened.
So, you know...by backing up my fan film, I am in fact saving dozens--if not hundreds--of lives. It's a community service that I perform, since I lack superpowers in the conventional sense and cannot save lives that way.
Anyway, I'm getting mighty sick of my body deciding to have weird-ass cravings all the time. First it's meat, then it's caffeine, then it's citrus...now it's ginger ale. And, of course, I can't find one bottle of Vernor's anywhere; had to settle for Canada Dry.
I wish I knew what it was I wasn't getting enough of; I don't usually crave like this.
Backups take FOREVER, so I have a lot of idle time right now...but I have to say, I always feel this slight psychological sigh of relief after I know the fan film is safe once again. All that work...I'd probably kill a lot of people before killing myself if something happened to it before I finished the fucker. Just sayin'...you ever hear this anguished scream of rage that echoes from the darkest depths of Capitol Hill and can be heard from Tacoma to Everett, followed by gunfire and sirens, well...you know what just happened.
So, you know...by backing up my fan film, I am in fact saving dozens--if not hundreds--of lives. It's a community service that I perform, since I lack superpowers in the conventional sense and cannot save lives that way.
Anyway, I'm getting mighty sick of my body deciding to have weird-ass cravings all the time. First it's meat, then it's caffeine, then it's citrus...now it's ginger ale. And, of course, I can't find one bottle of Vernor's anywhere; had to settle for Canada Dry.
I wish I knew what it was I wasn't getting enough of; I don't usually crave like this.