July 20th, 2005.
And the night wears on, watching the progress bar in Dreamweaver competing with the sci-fi pulp of Demolition Man. Poor Sylvestor can’t handle the beauty of cyber-transmission of erotic imagery
July 19th, 2005.
I appear before you, a very, very frustrated puppy. Angered at the eternal damnation that is my advanced and spectacular laptop, I feel strongly that I shall never purchase ANYTHING