so, I still don't have my old laptop.

it's been over a week, and I still can't get access to my up-to-date copy of The Things You Fear The Most.

Gay.

can't get access to my MP3s or tv shows, either.

Gaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy.

the repair shop screwed up my order, so now they won't have the part I need until Tuesday of next week.

Gay Gay Gay Gay Gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Gay.

it's not all bad, though. I've written about 10,000 words in the past two weeks, so that's pretty cool. if I can maintain even half that output over the next couple of months, I might even get some of these projects finished before my 75th birthday.

not gay.

anyway, I got my first real flame the other day.

sure, I've had constructive criticism before, but this was an actual flame. truth be told, I didn't know how to react. at first, I laughed my ass off, thinking I'd got a really strong reaction from a reader and that it was actually a bit of a compliment. but then I got really, really, really pissed off. how dare this Johnny-come-lately sign up to GA and then leave an insulting review. the funny thing was, the person left the terrible review, deleted it, wrote a much-nicer review, wrote me a PM to apologise for the original review, said they were embarrassed and hopeful that I didn't read the original review, then spat the dummy when I admitted to reading the original review, and left an even nastier bit of a feedback after that.

I mean, come on.

if I take time out of my day to write you a story and then respond to your nasty and childish correspondence, you'd better damn well justify any nasty response that you choose to send back. calling my chapters 'woosey sized' and proclaiming your chapters to be 'man sized' is not a constructive criticism, especially when I take five minutes to view some of your work and am forced to hit the 'back' button because it's so obvious that you haven't proof-read.

that's enough about readers with mood disorders for one day, anyway.

I'm watching heaps of tennis at the moment. they're sooooooooooooooo pretty. and I'm flogging the shit out of Grand Slam Tennis on the Wii. currently hold all major titles, bar the French. stupid French. it's all good, though.

and I'm going out clubbing tonight. it feels weird to call it 'clubbing', but if I said 'I'm going out tonight', you'd be left with the impression that I never leave the house. whether or not that's actually true, I still don't want to leave that impression. but yeah, it's a Wednesday night, and I'm going out.

I remember, back when I was 19-20, we'd go out every Wednesday night. but now that I'm actually thinking about it, I haven't been out on a weeknight since the middle of 2007.

god, I'm so old.

anyway, I'm gonna get back to writing this new story of mine. feedback's been pretty cool so far, although I'm a bit miffed that 300 people would read something and only five would leave any feedback. all I can say is, don't complain to me in five chapters' time.

actually, just don't complain to me at all.

ever.

Peace