Normally I make it a point to meet as few obligations as humanly possible on a day off. I have weird issues with obligation; I'd make a really shitty duke. If obligated to make myself a delicious sandwich, I will generally choose to shirk sandwich duty and eat cereal instead. Not today! No sir! Today I managed to wrangle my shiftless self into a state of frenzied activity, cleaning and wiping and dusting and pretending that I am handy. To most, installing new blinds would not be a particularly rewarding experience, but I feel like I climbed a mountain. A mountain of little fiddly metal doodads and screws with new and interesting heads.
Honestly, do we as a society need more than two screw types? For christ's sake.
Anywho, I think I'm basically having such a wonderful time with the new computerthinkbox that I feel compelled to earn the endless bounty I receive from it. Moon Unit and I have played some serious goddamned games in the last week or so, at speeds and levels of detail which I couldn't have imagined before.
I am honestly a little scared to bust out a LCD screen on this thing, as my eyeballs already feel startlingly insufficient.
Darcy is leaving for a distant, hot place quicklike. It's strange, I've never really known someone who was Going Off to War before. Saying goodbyes I can deal with, but my usual goodbyes don't involve places where madmen chew qat and fire AK-47s into the air to celebrate birthdays.
God speed you home, Ms. Darcypants.
If looking at this picture and being filled with joy is wrong, I am positively filled to the brim with Wrong Juice. It is the ultimate meeting of my generation and the next, the missing link, the rosetta stone which will banish the "generation gap" to the pile of useless, outdated concepts where it will land atop a pile of failed internet terminology.
