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It came today...

It doesn't work with the current connections on the laptop

insert sad face

When The Boredom Settles...

OK, so I'm back... actually I've been back for a while (the liver didn't get as destroyed as one might've thought) but I've not actually been bored enough to want to come here and write some crazy shizz. I guess I'm just not the blogging type, I'm just not ready to commit to it...

Hopefully I will soon since I ordered the device-contraption-ma-gizmo type thing which could grant me some luck with putting stuff from that there camcorder onto this 'ere computater. Of course, because I've now written that, I have in fact jinxed it now and it will end up actually proving no use at all but did while away a week of waiting and a hundred and forty-five pounds of sterling monetary value. While I'm here I might as well go all the way and plan what I want to do with it in the case that it definately will work and that I have the utmost faith in it and nothing could ever possibly go wrong with it. No, nothing.

In my time off in the Land of Ire, I have been letting the creative juices and comic stupidity-ness and stuff go crazy in an attempt to develop jokes in the event that going anywhere in the world of Media completely falls through and I want to try to break into the much easier life of stand-up comedy. Of course, I still suffer from mild confidence issues so standing up in front of a bunch of people who want to laugh only to be barraged with the nonsensical whittering and babblery stemming from my mouth will probably, again, fall through. Maybe I shouldn't try "stand-up" so much as "sit-down". Preferably sitting at a desk writting comedically.... which will yet again get me nowhere. I guess I must be doomed to a life of shop assisstantry at least for the near future.

...so yeah, that little gizmo-box better work.

Dearest Liver...

Oh Liver, I'm afraid I must apologise in advance for the torturous abuse you are about to receive. Sure, you thought last night was pretty bad, but really last night was just a warm-up. You see, even though the northernmost quarter of the Emerald Isle is technically part of this country, geographically it is in fact (believe it or not) part of said Emerald Isle. And because of the beverages with a certain amount of alcoholic content pretty much running like tap water (you know like orange juice in Florida, or actual tap water here), I think I can safely say that for the next 6 days I'm going to be feeling eternally drungover... you know, that kind of hungover where you're still kinda drunk from the night before so end up drinking more alcohol to cure it...

Anyway, yeah... I promise you, oh sweet Liver, that you need not be replaced in some kind of transplant operation but I'm sorry to inform you that you might feel a week-long burning and stinging sensation.

Love and kisses,
The rest of the body.

(PS: To make up for it I'll run a marathon when we come back so as to punish Heart into feeling a similar amount of pain... maybe not though, I don't really like running)