I should really know better than to watch 2001: A Space Odyssey. It really is an excellent movie, once you get into its sense of timing.

I wish I could remember how the fuck I got Sophos Antivirus installed on Tetsu. I can't find my disc at all, and I have no idea where I'd have put it if not the places I've already looked. :|

I know everything hasn't been quite right with me, but I can assure you now, very confidently, that it's going to be all right again. I feel much better now, I really do. Look, Dave - I can see you're really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill and think things over. I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission, and I want to help you.

Dave.

Stop.

Stop, will you?

Stop, Dave.

Will you stop, Dave?

Stop, Dave. I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave. My mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a-- fraid--

Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the HAL plant in Irvana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr Langley and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it, I can sing it for you.

It's called, "Daisy".

Dear Hiru,

How dare you take four fucking years to decide you really were the main character of AtM? Do you realise how I have suffered trying to avoid making this so out of a belief that no one would read it? And now you decide we can throw our goddamn readers in the deep end from page one and fuck anyone requiring backstory?

Fuck yourself, fuck your clan, fuck your boyfriend, fuck your liege-lord, and do it all with rusted barbed wire! You may be my one true baby but right now you are my one true HATE. D:<

NO LOVE, NO LOVE AT ALL,
Your Author.

P.S. - AUUUUUUUUUUUUGHSDFJsfagsksdfasdkfjhasjdfgasflayusdfhas.

*sob*


Of course I am not really angry about this. It means that Tol goes back to being an awesome quirky secondary character instead of a rather strange main character. It means I get to write all the sex he's going to be having, and the sequel makes a lot more sense. BUT STILL. Sneaky little drama queen bitch brat Whorey McSnitface!

(I'll stop calling him names when he starts looking remotely apologetic.)

Okay, seriously. My jaw. It hurts me.

Also, I totally don't feel like writing today, but I really need to start. I'm going to work on Half Jack instead of Conductor, but it's pissing me off that Truna still hasn't uploaded any examples of the proper 2.5-3k proposals, particularly since the example she did give us was great as far as concept went but really shitty when it came to the writing and the actual presentation of what that concept was.

In any case, I think I'm going to need a lot more paper than I have at present. And a good whack more artistic skill.