X&Y is G-O-O-D

Damn boys. Well done. If you haven't gotten it yet, you should:

And my 12-year old brother gets 1000 coolness points for buying it (and lending it to me).

Electronica Destructa

So, my phone freaks out first, deleting my entire gallery. All my pictures, videos, themes, tones, even the ones that came with the phone. Apparently, I must have picked up a virus from some ass's MMS.

I could still take pictures, but only portrait ones. My phone was refusing to save anything big (or connect to GPRS, or receive anything vaguely MMS-y).

So I go to Neil Gaiman's book signing with the defective phone. After waiting nine hours (yes that's nine [9] hours, from 10:45 am till about 8 pm), I get to him, and the stupid Sketchbooks staff guy that's supposed to take the pictures, takes Neil's. With my arm. Just the arm. You're supposed to get me in there too ass.

Later, I take one of the people I made friends with in the line. Of course, when I finally get the phone fixed, everything gets deleted again. All my Neil pictures. And the ones I took at the Fete de la Musique. Sad.

But there's this of course.

Of course I took a picture (once the phone was fixed). And of course I'd put it up here. I want to show it off. I waited nine fricking hours for it. I had to withstand the din of conyo weirdo accents floating through the air exclaiming loudly, "Oh, I loooove Neil Gaiman! Have you read this? Have you read that?" I had to withstand the sight of one of the conyo girls dressed in this porno schoolgirl outfit who kept blowing bubbles in the air. I suppose she thought it was cute. Fortunately the people I was chatting with were normal. 'Course, their picture was deleted too.

Also, I wanted to finally use the Upload Picture option on Blogger.

Later, my stupid blog on Enemyster freaks out, for the second time, thereby screwing with all my posts there. This is my third attempt at maintaining a blog there. Also my last.

Clearly, this is not a good time for me and technology. Tsk tsk.