Holy shit: Proxies.

Asuka died. Asuka is (was) my computer. My six-headed behemoth. She was old as fuck.
Old enough that I thought Asuka was a cool name for a computer when I yanked her respective pieces from their cardboard and styrofoam wombs, attached the umbilical, and she exhaled the heat of her first breath.

Baby/computer analogies are hard.

Anyway, she's dead. She's not even bootlooping, she's just dead. So I'll save some money and build a new one. I'll salvage what I can of Granny A, but mostly I'm starting from scratch. I think I'm keeping a USB hub, floppy drive (because I want to, fuck you), and the hard drives. Maybe the power supply. I had a 600 watt, plus pretty blue lights.

Anyway. That's why I've not been here. I miss the goings on terribly, but there's not a whole fucking lot I can do. The only reason I'm on now is because I found a proxy that wasn't blocked by the U.S. Military. It probably will be tomorrow.

Anyway. Enough about my computer woes.

Courtney and I have been together for over a year now. She lives with me, has a kitten (name of Merlin) and a job at the town fabric store (aka "The Cloth Barn"). We both got new tattoos, I a solar eclipse, her a lunar. Awww. I'm also (finally) starting my right sleeve. I got the Green Man's outline done; next time I go, I should get the treeline finished, and the lotus, koi, and anchor. Then I'll go back for coloring. Then the artist who's doing all these is moving to PA, and I'll have to start paying for ink again. Fucking gay.

Anyway. For obvious reasons (like the numbers 270 and 348), I'm not responding to any deviations, messages, or whatever. I don't know when I'll be on next, but I'll try and get some things cleared out, then. Feel free to call me, bitches. I miss my deviants.


Nate