...except he's not called Islington any more. He's called Raphael. But the hard disk is still known as Islington, because of the Time Machine.

(The frightening thing about the above is that three days ago, it wouldn't have made any sense to me, either.)

And now I am off to work. Late. XD Because food is important for girls who don't want to sit in the office and cry all night!

Today I'm going to sort out all my files, put them all in the right folder, the right place, and make stacks on my Dock so that AtM and the like are easy to grab. If there is a god, I will be able to give the stack its own icon, which will be awesome.

Today we're trying to sort out the entire dead pixel problem.

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......

..........okay, so today I am copying all my data off the hard drive again, and taking the damn thing back and swapping it over for another one because of that damn pixel.

And I'm working tonight from 5-10 because I am a sucker.

It had better not be in the fucking deli, that is all I am saying.

I wholeheartedly approve of Luke firing people when they do things wrong repeatedly, but I wish he'd actually just hire decent people so that I didn't have to fill holes.

( I am hormonal. )

I am here! I am slightly confused, but I am here. I, um. :"3 It is all so shiny and beautiful and I will probably go blind from using a screen this large, but, oh, how dazzled I will be while that is happening. Gotta go download, you know, Firefox and everything else important for a growing girl, and work out why my modem won't work with USB but will work with ethernet, but aside from these small things and the fact that my keyboard is made of, like, tinfoil (there is NOTHING THERE I am practically typing onto my DESK) there have been no problems and the future is looking... glowy... and very, very bright.

(And full of photographs, because apparently this thing comes complete with webcam. WHAT. WHAT.)

His name is Islington. :)

(And I must turn off the spell-check option for this damn browser before I shoot myself, but this is another very minor minor problem.)

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Mum: Can we test a DVD in it?
Me: Of course. :D
Mum: Can we test out Transformers? :D?
Me: Sure! :D
Both: Ooh...
Me: ...is that a pixel?
Mum: Is what a what?
Me: *points to tiny little blank white spot*
Mum: ........
Me: ...............
Mum: You're just going to have to retu--
Me: NO. No. It's fine. It's a pixel. It's fine.
Both: *watching the movie*
Me: ..... dammit, I can't stop looking at it, now. :(