Fucking encoding regions.

I loathe regions. I think they're an outdated, fucking waste of crap. There's no reason for them except to keep fun things from the American population, and vice versa (although, in some respects, I suppose it's a good thing shit like Survivor isn't available in r2).

Blake's 7 is finally out on dvd, but I won't ever be able to watch it. Episodes I haven't seen in nearly 10 years, and I can't see them because they couldn't simply put out a regionless dvd.

Or they couldn't simply do regionless dvd to start with.

Gah.

I need to blow up some things.

Skullduggery

So. Got a call from Manpower this morning, they wanted me to come in and do some data entry tests. Did so. Talked to the woman, who wants to fax my high marks and resume to someone. Found out from her that Summerfest, those fucking assholes, couldn't be bothered to call and let me know they'd hired someone else.

I suspect they hired a friend.

Because I was OVERLY qualified for the fucking receptionist position they had. *snarl*

Luckily, to make my day better, a package arrived from Gordon. I have chocolate! And cds of Excalibur! *dances*

Still think region coding is a fucking mistake.

*distracted*

water water everywhere...

Thanks to the wonders of modern cosmetics, I am, once again, the token redhead at la casa di insanite. It's a candy apple sort of red, with a bit of darkness to it. Some of the strands didn't quite take, so I have a variety of reds and browns and oranges, now.

But I think I like it.

Ooo. I'd forgotten. Not all delvians are bald...

la la la.

My brain is now completely broken. Between Farscape and Red Cap, I'm surprised I even have the brain cells to type with.

But. I have succeeded in another photomanip... Dunno why. But, my brain? Did I mention it was gone?

http://lysanity.topcities.com/collage/jennadelvian.jpg copy/paste

Reynaldo!

The cat is now irritated at me, since I won't scratch her. Bah.