So I was being melodramatic and lamenting my lack of computer skills when... photoshop started being my friend again. Apparently I was being impatient, and loading PS7 on Vista takes... well, an hour or more for the install process to begin. What.

Nevermind.

I was bored the other day, so I thought I'd find something I'd never heard of and watch it. I ended up with Alexander Senki/Reign: The Conqueror. It's based on Alexander the Great, but to what level the similarity runs remains to be seen...
( cut for scantily clad historical characters )

I can't re-install photoshop. I'm a div and broke it somehow and have just enough technical know how to know it was my fault and that about the only thing I can think of trying is to ask it nicely if it will work for me again. Blargh.

I got up about half an hour ago and this was something I could have done without seeing. Cue massive cringe. Also reminds me of this.

I ditched reading yesterday and broke out Elder Scrolls: Oblivion instead. When I brought it a few months ago, the woman in the game shop ID'd me D: I was probably older then she was and wanting to by a 15+ game, and I'd left my driver's license in the car. I haven't been ID'd for alcohol or turpentine/brush cleaner in over a year, which I need to be 18 for.

As far as she was concerned, 19 years old's don't go shopping in knee length cut off shorts and massive orange stripey t-shirts. She looked slightly guilty when I started arguing, but she wasn't having any of it. Still, she was doing her job, I suppose.

But! My brother was in the queue behind me. My brother was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. He has mid-back length blond hair. Admittedly, he looked at lot more sophisticated than I did. Which apparently means older. He brought whatever the hell he brought, then came out to where I was stood outside looking murderous and waved it, 18 cert and all, in my face. My brother was 15.

We went back to the car, picked up my license, and went back. She was extremely apologetic when I told her that she had just refused to sell me a 15+ game when I was 19, and had then immediately after sold my underage brother an 18+. And then I went and brought my game somewhere else, because I was feeling petty and didn't want to give her my money. :D

I also cracked open this. I love the way this man writes. I'm not sure I like that I want to like something before I've read it, but I often do, but I've yet to be TOO horribly disappointed when I have done. And anything with a group of people called 'The Gentlemen Bastards' gets my vote.

EDIT: I AM A DIV AND LEFT THE DATE OUT OF ORDER OPTION ON. :D

I spent 4 days reading through a trilogy. It was fairly predictable fantasy, I suppose. But I loved it, and the ending was... not happy. Well it was, but the author killed the character that started out as the bad guy. And having spent 3 books building up to his redemption in the eyes of others, promptly bumps him off. It was all rather disappointing. And left me sitting in a chair wondering what the hell just happened.

Plus, pretty damn bleak future for all of those left alive. Felt like a case of 'they've won the battle but not the war'. WHY, author, WHY. I know that falling into the trap of the predictable ending is undesirable, but when there has been a certain sense of 'I think I can guess where this is heading' the whole way though, and then you cruelly snatch it away from me a leave me sniveling and unsatisfied because... because... ARGH. Damn you, emotionally engrossing trash, I hate you I love you.
( of mice and books about men )