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You guysssss:
I'm locked out of the internet!
That is, we recently secured the flat's wireless because Someone (we suspect our dastardly neighbours) was stealin' all our precious internet juice! All Our Bytes Are Belong To Them! At any rate, all my flatmates' computers run XP Home Edition, and were able to format each other rather nicely into a little network. But my laptop, being of the Professional Edition persuasion, has become a social pariah. It's the digital equivalent of a mumbling hobo with body odour: you don't particularly want to talk to him, but even if you did, you couldn't understand him. And he'll probably rape you.
Exactly like that, in fact.
So: if, by and large, there are no internet signs of my existence (electronic spoor, if you will), despair not! I am probably not dead. Unless you're looking forward to my demise, in which case despair! despair!
I'm locked out of the internet!
That is, we recently secured the flat's wireless because Someone (we suspect our dastardly neighbours) was stealin' all our precious internet juice! All Our Bytes Are Belong To Them! At any rate, all my flatmates' computers run XP Home Edition, and were able to format each other rather nicely into a little network. But my laptop, being of the Professional Edition persuasion, has become a social pariah. It's the digital equivalent of a mumbling hobo with body odour: you don't particularly want to talk to him, but even if you did, you couldn't understand him. And he'll probably rape you.
Exactly like that, in fact.
So: if, by and large, there are no internet signs of my existence (electronic spoor, if you will), despair not! I am probably not dead. Unless you're looking forward to my demise, in which case despair! despair!