brought to you by the same cat that broke my laptop, scratched up my leather chair, and tried to shit on my bed last week:
so i wake up, my head's a bit swimmy from some sort of mania last night (note: if you start drinking at 2am, bad sign) and i decide i want to play a bit of Diablo 2. it's a noble game, long-lived and replayable. i proceed to waste a bit of time with it until mysteriously my computer turns off...
odd.
i look down and the fat cat is standing on my power bar - more specifically, he's standing on the goddamn on/off switch. ok, no big deal, computers lose power all the time... but no. it's not going to be that simple.
a few boot-to-stop-error panic moments, a corrupted registry and a miraculous repair attempt later, i'm back in action. not the most stable after the repair, but it's functional, and i can now say that the goddamn fat cat has broken both of my main rigs. what the fuck cat, why do you hate me so much?
my laptop still doesn't work and my appartment still stinks... but at least my main box safe, but for how long?
addendum: someone give me a reason not to buy this lord of the rings bookshelf. seriously. one good reason, because right now i can't think of one. you just know that "hand painted" means it looks like goddamn napoleon dynamite had at it with pencil crayons - which only ups the value. i bet the dude who painted it roleplays an elf... augh! must not buy!
so i wake up, my head's a bit swimmy from some sort of mania last night (note: if you start drinking at 2am, bad sign) and i decide i want to play a bit of Diablo 2. it's a noble game, long-lived and replayable. i proceed to waste a bit of time with it until mysteriously my computer turns off...
odd.
i look down and the fat cat is standing on my power bar - more specifically, he's standing on the goddamn on/off switch. ok, no big deal, computers lose power all the time... but no. it's not going to be that simple.
a few boot-to-stop-error panic moments, a corrupted registry and a miraculous repair attempt later, i'm back in action. not the most stable after the repair, but it's functional, and i can now say that the goddamn fat cat has broken both of my main rigs. what the fuck cat, why do you hate me so much?
my laptop still doesn't work and my appartment still stinks... but at least my main box safe, but for how long?
addendum: someone give me a reason not to buy this lord of the rings bookshelf. seriously. one good reason, because right now i can't think of one. you just know that "hand painted" means it looks like goddamn napoleon dynamite had at it with pencil crayons - which only ups the value. i bet the dude who painted it roleplays an elf... augh! must not buy!
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malloreigh:
BUY IT
caselogic:
I try to get all back into this game, because someone was guilt tripping me, and you're never, ever around when I sign in... so I have a near-20 togue on Frostmane.