IRC funnies
Bash.Org - Doug’s responsible for this one too. 
This is a fake cover. Completely manipped. But I really wish it were real. Especially given the events of the latest issue of Robin.
Go pick up Superman 630 - it’s more meta than anything I’ve read since She-Hulk.
In other news, I’m on a huge swing kick. Currently listening to Mr Zoot Suit. Loving it. Apparently, swing music makes me perky.
Who pointed me toward Molly Ringwraith, who posted a link to…. LotR meets The Princess Bride. Dear buggering god.
Lilah was supposed to be a Slayer? And what if, after all that running, her destiny finally caught up with her? So goes Reluctant the Vampire Slayer, by JennyO. (Who does good Lilah no matter what the destiny.)
Our destination: Cork city, county Cork, Ireland.
Having gotten all (most) of my hysterical nerves out of the way several months pervious, while applying for my passport, the actual packing process was calm, quick, and efficient. Well, mine was. Bill’s preferred method of dealing with pre-travel jitters included packing everything, pacing around the house looking for everything he forgot, and then deciding that the first try wasn’t spot on. So he dumps out his suitcase, and starts again. It should be noted that the majority of his suitcase got emptied out onto me. But it was all clothes, and I was half asleep by then.
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Dear customer -
We do not accept email attachments. Any email attachments. The fact that you already uploaded a file or two through our handy dandy upload center would bear out that you already understand this. So why are you attaching revised graphics to your damm email correspondence? This is not a pointless hoop we’re making you jump though - this is a computer security policy enacted company wide that I do not have the authority or desire to fight. Why? Because email WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE A MEANS OF FILE TRANSFER. That’s why we have FTP. That’s why we’ve made such a nice web interface for our FTP server just for you.
GAH!
I don’t care that the two minutes of thought required to fill out a web form is icky and a pain in the ass and just too damm inconvient for you to be arsed with. I don’t care that you never glanced at the file requirements that we spent a LOT of time writing up. If you can’t be arsed to work with us just a teensy bit, I can’t be arsed to care when your order is late.
Which is something I don’t do often… online. Those who know me in RL know my two cats pretty well, even if they’ve never been over to the house. Mostly I was thinking about the late nineties fad of pets having their own home pages. They tended to be overly cutesy and filled with really bad snapshots. (Because you have to be a really good professional to photograph any animal well, especially one that’s more than likely going to regard the camera as a new toy that that have to separate you from.)
My cats? Would never have had a home page (even if I was the type to do something like that. Really not.) Jack and Akasha both regard the computer as that thing in the corner that keeps mommy from paying enough attention to them. Akasha’s gotten to the point where he will walk up and quite deliberately hit the sleep/power button on the keyboard. That’s bad enough when I’m just dicking around online, but they simply don’t buy into the part where if I don’t get the paying work done, there will be a drastic drop in the amount of cat food in the house.
The lowdown on the fuzzy wonders:
Akasha - Average sized tabby, missing one eye, one lung, and part of one kidney. (Abused as a kitten. The sad sack that did the abusing was later, according to sources, hit by an animal control vehicle. Karma is cool.) Quite the grumpy curmudgeon, (unless he’s in a snuggle mood, and then I’d damm well better put everything down and pay attention to him *right now*) and has the “I’m the center of the universe” attitude of your average sixteen year old. Loves going for walks, but gets *amazingly* car sick.
Jack - 32 lbs of purring, cooing, drooling love. Also has one eye. (Kittenhood infection, no abuse involved.) Still thinks he’s kitten sized. Carrying him is more like hauling around a two year old. Has the disposition of a sweet five year old, and the appetite of a 13 year old hitting his first growth spurt. Terrified of the outside world, but travels (relatively) well in cars. Go fig. Fond of head butting people he likes.