Broken Clocks

I don't know what they're thinking selling a clock with a 9 on top, a 6 on the right, an E on the left and a Z1 on the bottom. 




T͉̥͆ͩH͕͚̻͔̻̥͂ͩ̒O̔̊̇ͤͭ͏͕̯̖S̼͖̘̬͇̪̄̌̈́ͅĒ̙̯̥̞ͨ͆̔̓͛̑͟ ͔̬̖̠̹̑͟C͖͈͙̻̓̎͐͊̓ͥO̼͇͔̖͙̪̭Ṉ̟-̨̥̹ͣ̉̒ͧ̓̾͛A̦̐̆̇͑̚͟R̲̘͔̩̞͋͛̒̚̚͝T̸͉̼I̶̹S̥̤̞̈́̂͊͐̾̋ͅT̴̙ͬS̨̝͊ͤ ̡͇̞̊̓M̻̺̜͓̤̝ͣÃ̡̹̺̜͊͛ͭͦ̏K̖̩̩̓ͯ͆ͫE̸̲̍͗ͮ̈ ͕̲̺̳̳̙̩ͫ̃̇̒̇͒̕M͓͇̞̙̣͊̌̽Ȅ̲͈̪͖̎̚ ̦̹̲̣͎̠̄̑ͬ̑Ā̻̘͍͍̘͈̯ͤ͘N̢̤͇̤͈̾ͨͫ̿͐G̡͇̱̳̟͕ͪ̑̈ͅRͤͣͧ̌͞Y̭̩͊ͦ̐ͦ͋͑̍͡

A brief moment of WTF-erry

WINGDINGS! EVERYWHERE!

This happened when I performed a hard-reset. This means I cut the power when the lappie was in the midst of doing something less-than-amusing. My lack of patience costed me a brief moment of disorientation.

A complicated set of steps were quickly followed to repair-install Vista.

It's all good now. *grin*

The Death of a Boob

Remember that boob that my housemates got for me? No? Well then I forgot to mention that my housemates did indeed get me that boob. But from Korea! Not Great Eastern Mall where I first spotted it.

Unfortunately, constant squeezing has led to the nipple-cap layer to peel off and all its reddish glory flow out like PMS without GPS.

- Strange Young Man