hiddentower (hiddentower) wrote in valarnet, @ 2012-10-04 21:51:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | alice liddell, fingon, maglor, navi, pete wisdom, turgon |
It's...a social network...
Annd we have a blinking signal...solid green light...Yees. The Little House That Paranoia Built has finally, with the help of all those nice overseas call center workers, joined the new century and I have an internet that I don’t have to go upstairs and outside to use.
I would like to just take a minute to thank everybody involved in this scenario. My brother for the amusing text messages, and gifs via phone in lo, my two weeks of great need, my sister for her threats to come and visit when the nuclear war hits California, my boss for providing hilarious commentary and freak outs to keep me amused, and provide perspective on my own life, Mom, for her reminders that it’s not enough that I’m protected from the ‘oncoming arms race of hate’ because it is somehow my duty to lead the world in preventing the necessity of hate induced constructions like my new home, that guy from the message board who sold me his rusty industrial tin of canned peaches so that I might be fortified against the effects of hunger and deprivation in those dark dark days of life in the resulting state of nuclear winter, my stack of Intergalactic Corps United season dvd’s for keeping me relatively sane, and my landlord for those weird looks he gives me whenever I enter or emerge from my home via the backyard toting my brief case, or in my Corps uniform as if he’s trying to figure out what the hell kind of freak rents somebody’s bomb shelter.
To which I only say, BAH, he chose to rent it out., and the basement does not belong to my parents so I’m doing relatively well, all things considered. Next week, when my new coffee and alien autopsy table makes it to the U.S will be even better, but small victories, for now, are better than none at all.
My name is Turgon and I live in a converted bomb shelter where you are welcome to come sample my tinned peaches from the year 1964 if you are so inclined. , but please bring your own gas masks in case of emergency. Hello, Valarnet, I’m sure it’s a pleasure to meet you.