Come along, Ponds

Have finally given up on my beloved floppy discs (such was my love that I was kindly given a portable floppy disc drive when technology moved on and they stopped selling laptops with floppy drives, grr) and have moved in Teh Future or summin' and got one of those flash drives that are so very shiny. Am a bit worried about my cooing over it, but cannot help for is so wee and cute and is smaller than me thumb but holds 250MB. I feel all old cause I still have the 16K boot disk what I always had to use to play all the really cool games on the first PC we had. Ahem. But at least now I can spend even more time in the library for will be able to take my dissertation with me, hurrah! Internetness!

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Though I can't use it right this second, what with it being trapped in its Cage of Plastic Evil. Yarg. Hrrm.

Okay my attempts at stabbing through the plastic with a ballpoint are now drawing attention. So I am typing very quickly and studiously and looking as innocent as I possible can. Meep.

So much for grabbing some fic to take home with me.

Have managed to convert a whole three Doctor Who DVDs into whatsit files so I can make gloriously bad songvids with 'em. I was even bored enough to start writing a script with lyric and clip I wanted and such. It will be a Thing of Beauty, marred only by the fact that Windows Movie Maker hates me and I have no idea how to make VHS go onto my computer so am somewhat restricted with episode choice. May attempt to download crucial stories. If I ever get the Internets back. As clearly need The Time Monster for any meanignful Doctor Who songvid, yes.

And now a chunk of my screen is obscured by the countdown to when they chuck me out of the library.

It's cold and dark outside and there will be wolves after me! ::frets::