Fully-Operational Death Star

All systems go, this Death Star is fully functional-!

...Mostly.

Today, with the cards thermal-pasted, the CPUnzan is finally out the shop and back beneath my desk, but now I'm stuck trying to get my sea-legs for Windows Seven.
One of the biggest changes is that MSPaint has been changed up into something a bit more difficult to work with, which makes Blog-Doodling really hard. Since I could get my head around an Ichirin-Doodle, I had to opt for Unzan, sharing my facial expression as I gave up MSPaint and clinked around in Photoshop instead.

My connection to the internet seems questionable at best. Everything seems to download like a snail - I hope it's just Steam and not me, because then the hope's still there that I'm going to kick ass once I join a game.

My list of shit to buy is piling up with a quickness, and I'm worried about whether or not I'll be meeting any deadlines with that. My list is as follows:

1.) Postcards and Stamps. Last time, this cost about $12.
2.) Black Mesa Mug and Blood Testing Kit, with shipping's about $30.
3.) Max Payne 2, for Remilia. I think this one's about $10, now?

Total:

About $52.

I wish I weren't near flat-broke. I might have to call in some favors.
Maybe I can pawn some stuff that I was suppose to move to Syracuse?
Frankly, so long as I'm making Aria into Blackrose/Gardenia on a DS, I guess there's not much need for hefty consoles...

The only thing I'll be sweating is when New Vegas comes out, and I'm like "Why did I pawn my shit like a dumbass-!?"
And I'll sit on the wikia, masturbating to oversized firearms and the possibly-reappearing Railway Rifle, like a scrub.

I ended up playing against Parsee last Saturday, like I'd said I would.
Got my ass handed to me, but I was pleased to be told I'd gotten better.
I had Taelon out the wazoo and ended up making a lot of small bases that I, in the long run, had trouble micro-managing and eventually lost to a bunch of tanks again, in true Ichirin fashion.

There's more to be written here, but I'm tired, and lazy, and swooning, and jealous, and confounded and at the end of the day, I just don't feel like writing too much more. I'd rather finish setting this crap up here, so I don't have to polish off the small stuff on CPUnzan tomorrow.