fbbbt*
I just spent two hours fighting to get wifi on my laptop at the house I'm sitting, which has never given me shit before, and I wound up...just. So many cables. And I thought I had it...but I didn't, and then...
Let's just say, if there was a way to use duct tape into the mass of cables and boxes and wtfever that I had to configure in order to get on the internet--if there was duct tape, I would have won some sort of Alaskan award. I'm not sure what the award would have been for, but my brain is fried, okay, and my knees and knuckles are dusty and I'm kind of hungry, and thinking about how much it sucks that these people don't own a microwave.
And the thing--the thing some of you asked me to procure, that thing is uploading, but megaupload is telling me ten hours, now, so. Not til tomorrow, and I'll save the reaction post til then too.
The thing that is making me go fbbbt* with joy, though?
tombolguid in general, and Orlando Bloom in the Hobbit.
This is like. I just. I can't even. It's like fan fiction casting, okay, and this movie was dangerous to my health when Benedict Cumberbatch joined the cast but OH. MY. GOD. If he and Orli Orlando so much as share the same screen shot I'm pretty sure my teenage self will rip through my chest like something in Alien, and there will be bits of my ovaries scattered throughout the entire theater's popcorn buckets and it's just not a pretty thought, okay, but there you go.
Jesus. Christ. Okay, I need food and The Eagle fic in that order. Klu out.
*fbbbt, if you don't know, is an ancient Greek term for the sound a balloon** makes when the end isn't tied off properly.
**shut up, the Greeks totally had balloons.