|08:39 am - story so far|
The worst thing as yet about the IROSF gig? Having to actually scan the titles of email in my Junk folder, to make sure something wasn't inadvertently misfiled.
Look, my hold on the notion that the vast mass of humanity I am not personally acquainted with might in fact contain a number of useful and interesting individuals is tenuous at best. It doesn't take much maggoty porn spam to tip me back into the camp of thinking otherwise, and going back to the drawing board of my change-irradiation plan.
Now I must go think happy thoughts about polysyllabic logophillia to improve my mood. Or go kill some rascally pixels. Pixel-killing and coffee keep me off the streets and out of jail...