Fugue of Failures

I hate to keep posting this sort of thing, but this machine is making me crazy! Anybody want to trade me, oh, say a pile of goat dung for this really! crappy! computer!?

2001, after all.

When I first got the notice that my LJ account was *going* to expire in 1999, I had hoped that some rift had opened up in time, and that we all might go hurtling through the ages, visiting a jumble of eras past and future. But it turned out to be just another program glitch. *sigh* Sorry, Ludwig. Looks as though I won't be showing up for one of your concerts after all.