You know, it's really really really shell-shocking to be using the internet connection that the godsbedamned Internet Archive is hosted on.

My god.

(Also, the machines that host it have SO MANY PRETTY BLUE BLINKING LIGHTS! Eee!)

Have I mentioned lately that I'm stupendously ( easily pleased? )

The club really wasn't as fun as it should've been. It got popular, which means it got crowded, which means it got louder and louder as the music tried to outstrip the voices, and the voices rose to be heard over the music, and the music was cranked ever higher to get over the voices. Not a good combination. Two days later, my ears are still ( Read more... )