What you wanted for yourself.
And yet I wanted to save us
High water or hell.
And I kept on ignoring
The ambivalence you felt.
In the meantime I lost myself.
I'm sorry I lost myself.
I am.

Alanis Morissette, "That Particular Time"
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Well, it's official: I have an arraignment date. The slow process is finally beginning.

A bunch of the guys from Etherworks and Dry Tortugas went out to see Return of the King last night. For me, it was the second time seeing it. When I first saw the movie, it carried with it a theme of cameraderie outlasting all. Now, given current legal circumstances, the movie really has more of a tone of carrying your own burden to its completion. Hell, even an episode of Scrubs (where Michael J. Fox plays a doctor with obsessive-compulsive disorder) had that message. I suppose now it's natural for me to be drawn to things such as bearing responsibility (and as far as news items: automotive safety).

Pandor's CPU fan is installed, but given that it's only a 600MHz CPU, and that the power supply fan blows right over it, I'm planning on getting a Zalman Fanmate to lower the amount of power drawn by the CPU fan, slowing it down to a bare minimum. This is the setting I successfully used in Poseidon (which is sitting in my living room now happily recording Straight Plan for the Gay Man, Game Over, and Boy Meets Grill).

My auto insurance through me for a loop this morning: they responded that they had found a replacement car. A lot of my vehicular plans hinged on the idea that Mercury would pay me a big check, whereupon I could pay my parents for their car, and come autumn, trade it in for a brand new hybrid Lexus SUV. But now the likeliest outcome is that the C-class ends up going back to my parents, who already have my old Honda sitting on the driveway. We'll see how this goes.