I'm a Very Important Man!

So. I'm moving on the first of November, which of course means that I won't be around! Between working every day of the week _except_ that day and trying to finagle a vehicle out of people and being scheduled to work the last possible free day I had to pack, my brain will be liquid and my availability nil until Friday at least.

So! Valentine and Blackheart are joining Mikey on hiatus until I return. Mikey is still gone with his brothers and won't be returning until they do. Valentine is a chicken and Naminé has full modding rights until I return, and Blackheart will be hanging around Pixie Dust (with OOC permission from his faaaaaaabulous employer) and modding rights will go to Pixie Dust staff if they so choose to WTF at him while he's there and wee and fluffy and grumpy.

(Sorry I didn't get to do your icon before I left, Hoshi. I'll get it done as soon as I'm settled again.)


And now I fall off of the planet's face.

So. My monitor, which is plugged in to all the necessary orifices required to make a monitor work, but has been suffering from a nasty purple spot up in one corner for a month now, decided this morning that it would just rather never turn on again. I do have a spare monitor (my own, actually. The one I was using was a hand-me-down), but in order for me to use it, I'll have to spend a good deal of time finding a place to put my tower, as this thing is huge and doesn't actually fit into the nook in my computer desk that is made to fit both monitor and tower together.

As I'm leaving for work shortly, obviously the time for completely reorganizing the Eastern corner of my bedroom is not right now. If I'm not completely flattened this evening after working with screaming hordes in a zoo gift shop and then hauling my bike up a steep hill that runs about four city blocks, the necessary arguments with my tower will occur tonight and it will take off to a destination currently unknown.

I'll apologise to mine sooner than Valentine did, I promise.

I should be online sometime early tomorrow afternoon, if all goes well. I think it is safe to say by this point that computers absolutely hate me, as tomorrow was supposed to be the day I make a foray into the great beyond to get myself a new tablet to replace the one that has been lit on fire, dropped on the floor, is missing the stylus holder, and whose stylus is broken in two places, no longer has a right-click function, and falls into three distinct parts whenever it sees fit.

At least I have the internet again.