Just to let you all know... the site will get faster soonishly. I have ordered a cheapass PCI Express video card.
That will complete the collection of necessities that comprise everything need to build a new box, since I just
bought a RAID-compatible motherboard, an all-black case, a half-terabyte hard drive, a 2GB stick of DDR RAM, and
a Core Duo. I blew $440.00 out of pocket on parts. So start donating something to my Paypal to cover this, dambit,
or you're an ungrateful bastige!
burlesque, cupcakes, film noir, gourmet cuisine, music, politics, standing around looking yummy just so I can shoot you down with a withering glare, vintage fashion, vodka, world domination, being the hot exgirlfriend you can't even mention in front of your spouse/partner without there being a big bloody fight
Tuesday is a disenfranchised creative soul living on the arctic tundra, commonly referred to as Minnesota. When she is not at the state Capitol trying to overthrow capitalism and force her socialist ideals on everyone else, or continuing her crusade to modernize antiquated prohibition era liquor laws, she can be found at the Independent in downtown Minneapolis throwing back martinis and flirting with disaster. Her world is dominated by music, film noir, politics, great food, tasty adult beverages, perilously high heeled shoes and dangerously short skirts, reckless driving, and her smart fucking mouth getting her into the most entertaining situations.
Tues has been a crypt lobster since the dark ages. Seriously. If you don't know me, you should. If you don't like me, it is probably mutual. No hard feelings, you frakkin half-tard.
Crypt-lations:
Malenkia is my BFF, Nighty is my EVIL twin, Flica is my lova-doll, Dodger's earses belong to me, Vanth is my grampa, CK is my ex-cyber spouse, the Saint is my stalker, Flatline is my henchman, Avoc is my food fighting nemesis, Fiona is my partner in crime, and the smurfs are my mortal enemies. And, oh yeah, one more thing...we're resurrecting this mother!
Being married and divorced in cyberspace.
Let's take over the world make them our slaves..
bad chef!
/riding around suckin' on a gastrique...