![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
O hai!
It is October! I need to remember to change my calendar.
(Still truckin'. Getting down to the final details, which are often the most difficult to track down, which is why I put them off to the end. Involves a lot of screaming at now-defunct fansites, apparently.
ETA: Holy shit, you guys, I think I just finished. I mean, there's some really tedious checking to do, but... the actual work part is done. Wow. I kind of don't know what to do with myself.
(Still truckin'. Getting down to the final details, which are often the most difficult to track down, which is why I put them off to the end. Involves a lot of screaming at now-defunct fansites, apparently.
ETA: Holy shit, you guys, I think I just finished. I mean, there's some really tedious checking to do, but... the actual work part is done. Wow. I kind of don't know what to do with myself.
no subject
BTW, I thought you might enjoy this word to the wise:
If the question is "Is this bit the waste toner cartridge?" ... the list of methods of inquiry should probably not include the item "HOMG TURN IT OVER TO LOOK IN THE HOLE."
Just sayin'.
(For the record, the answer was "yes." On the up side, that bra was never quite comfortable anyway, and the ten to fifteen minutes of uncontrollable howls of laughter when I saw myself in the staff-room bathroom mirror was totally worth the dead $8 t-shirt.)
The thing that made me think of you when it happened was that my afternoon was kinda sucking, just a lot of little stupid frustrating things, but the sight of all that toner pushed it over into hilarious. Not that little stupid frustrating things in any way, shape, or form stack up against Compocalypse '09, but still.