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I don't have space in my heart and mind for the kind of hate I feel for the people who lived upstairs. I hope they go on to be cut up by hobos, hit by buses, treated in dirty hospitals in third world countries, infected by AIDS and die alone. Or together. Maybe that's worse. Maybe they can play some more avant garde gong jams to soothe their journey to HELL. If I'd known these people would continue to annoy me even after they'd gone, I would have set them on fire when I had the chance. My internet probably still would have been disconnected by accident, but I would have done something helpful and proactive about it. Cussing out Time Warner's customer service representatives can only take you so far. Sometimes you need to immolate someone.

4 days without internet was HARSH. I mean, yeah, I was really productive. I read 3 books (300, 600, and 800 pages in length...for serious), did a lot of Latin, studied Greek, memorized a lot of German vocab. But what good is productivity if life isn't worth living?? And life without internet totally isn't worth living.

I didn't even mourn the useless, time-wasting stuff. No, I'm talking about serious things. Like emailing professors, reordering the Netflix queue (it's more serious than you think), ordering books to study for the MA exams, getting my bank balance, checking the weather! These are things you can ONLY do online. And man, the downloading. Only NOW can I begin the tedious process of catching up on my network tv viewing. I think I'm going to queue up the season finale of ANTM right NOW.

Everybody has shitty neighbors. My shitty neighbors are in a jazz/gong band. And their back-up dancer has one move: falling the fuck down. Loudly. Like she's trying to do the worm but only managing to smash her bitchy mug into the floor. Seriously, what's the matter with these people? In my last building I had werewolves living upstairs, now I have a family of Gerald Fords.

I once wrote this on Jessica's blog comments, referring to the uncanny ability of my bathroom grate to pick up sounds from their apartment:

"for some reason the grate at the top of the door is like the portal to Narnia, if Narnia were the apartment of stompy, loud, socially-retarded, shitty trumpet players."

It's so true! It's like a wonderland of asshole-ery up there! Mr. Trumpet Jackoff knows one note: sustained crap-flat. I think the percussionist dabbles in experimental plate breaking.

I imagine the back-up bitch as a crazy axe/plunger-wielding wench and Mr. Gong-show as a redneck asshole. And the cage is filled with the bones of their one-man mosh pit. Or maybe it's filled with the bones of the property manager who supposedly told them to knock it off. Maybe they've picked his sinews clean to string a harp and make the band a three-piece.

I'm going to be one of those crazy old bitches banging on the ceiling with a broom. And I don't care. Because if that chick doesn't stop toppling down onto the floor, I'm going to set her on fire.

I'm actually really good at Latin. Now. It's taken 8 years of constant study. And I've never done that badly in Latin since. There was a B+ in second year, then it's been all A range since. But still, it's funny to think about it. I HATED Latin 101. I skipped it EVERY SINGLE WEEK (which probably has something to do with why I performed so badly). My TA didn't even remember me afterwards because he had only seen me a few times in an entire year. I guess I shouldn't feel bad: the class started with 60 people, and only 6 made it to the final exam.

Let's just hope I'm a better teacher than MY first Latin professor.

YES!!! Finally! @#$%ing Adobe Flash upgrade! Downgrading worked (but man, it took FOREVER to find a flash archive for macs. If anyone should ever need 100mb of old flash installers, I have the hookups.

I'm pretty sad about all the lost comics. But, the screen caps worked when uploading didn't, so the new ones sadly lacking here can be found at:

limitedbyourmedium.blogspot.com

And Adobe is so rude, not letting you access old ones. Thank you Macxforums.

Well, maybe the excellence started earlier. Maybe I was a brilliant baby in 1980?

It's too bad I can't translate good tests score into good money the way I translate Latin into English...

I'm done until January! Dark Shadows: the Revival Series Marathon!