The BSODs just keep coming and pretty much nothing works. The only thing I can remotely do now is to just try and back up my Steam games. Failing that, it's straight to checkup at my bro's buddy's place before the inevitable OS reinstall.

The thought stressed me out the first few times, but now it's just getting tedious. I just wish this overpriced fragment of my hubris would have a fresh OS reinstall already. Even the thought of that makes me feel that that alone will go seven ways of Wrongville, because god only knows what kind of OS is going to be installed. Probably Windows ME, just to punch the hubris punishment even further.

And now, I seem to be on my way to setting my ass to rocket into some kind of Bachelor's degree of Game Design in RMIT... And I'll be going there with this junior little beast of a netbook instead of the gigantic penis compensation device that's going through the aforementioned BSOD seizures. Yyyyyeah. Totally not the kind of cosmic punishment that's tailored to school my ass about humility and discretion. There's better ways to do that, Lord Superior Force Up Above.

Whatever. I'll just keep walking with these burning charcoal sandals.