Dammit dammit sonofabitch!

My order for the MT graphic novel apparently went completely astray and never got processed, despite a receipt which I promptly lost. So, I apparently didn't spend 9 bucks somewhere, but I also don't have a nifty GN in my hands. Grrr.. Ah, well. I'll have to just go order that, the next one, and the next AmeriManga (which will have the beginning of Warmth, if Piro doesn't cause his hands to turn into useless claws after one too many late night sessions...) in revenge.

Some revenge. I'm such a consumer... want the pretty.

To bed.

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BTW... still screwing around with the whole movie thing. Have another not-terribly-harebrained possible reason it's borking all over the place: I don't have enough disk space. It's getting snug enough there's no room to do a second round of processing on the file (something that would duplicate it), so it's crashing out.

If that's the case, I have no choice but to go rampaging through my primary disk and get as much shit off as possible. This should be interesting. I'll probably back a bunch of stuff to CD and DVD and be able to retrieve enough space.

Who the hell would have thought that you could use this kind of space, 10 years ago?

There's a general idea of how much space it takes to store a human - e.g. transporter buffers - and we can't even conceptualize how to store that much info yet. Ought to be interesting.

Now. Bed. Really. Promise.

More Neil Gaiman Worship..

From Neil's online journal

Writing Sandman broke all my responses to nightmares. I mean, I know I'm meant to be troubled by them, they're nightmares after all, but for years I'd wake so thrilled by nightmares that they became more and more infrequent, and you could almost hear them grumbling backstage as I woke up -- "I dunno what's wrong, I'm losing it, I did the whole corpse-with-a-knife coming at him bit, and he starts screaming 'This is so cool, I can use this!' I'm gutted, it's just awful, I'm losing it." "Nah, you're great, Oswald, you're still the best, it's him."

So this is just to say that I had a nightmare and awoke going "wow, now that was amazing!": a strange and intricately plotted story, involving at one point, the projectile vomiting of an enormous number of worms, and towards the end, a murderous identity-swap with an alien demon.

*looks forlorn* My name is Tristan, and I'm a Gaiman addict. Cool guy.