darn it! inanimate objects continue to fail me

It seems that my thumb-drive has officially doinked itself. Damn it!

I like my thumb-drive. It is a nice thumb-drive, and it was a present from zinjadu's dad. But now the silly thing thinks that it is write-protected and won't let me save over files on it... which makes writing just a teensy bit tricky. I can still access the content, but I can't add to it. Not very helpful.

...I wonder how much memory is available on a decently-priced thumb-drive, nowadays? In the lemons-to-lemonade category, I ought to at least be able to swing an upgrade out of this, I suppose...

Also, why is it that ALL my library holds always come in on the same day? I really need to get over there and pick stuff up.

character meme

Hmm. How about a meme, snagged from theladyfeylene?

Name a character that you know I write or have written, and I'll tell you:

a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him/her.
b. One of his/her best traits.
c. One of his/her worst traits.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.
e. The story/thread/chapter/post/paragraph/tag/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character. [I may not be able to find it and exactly reproduce it, but I'll try to remember which story at least...]
f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future.

Oh, and update on the thumb-drive thing - I ordered a new one off NewEgg. 4 gigs! XD

why hast thou forsaken... aww, forget it.

Unequivocal proof that if there is a god, it is definitely not a loving one:

"Andrew Lloyd Webber Night" on American Idol.

I'm soooooo glad I don't watch that show... That sounds like a pretty good definition of Hell, given a) how many of Webber's songs really shouldn't be performed ever, b) how often the remaining decent songs are over-performed, and c) how prone ALL of his songs are to overacting and other aspects of bad performance.

I'm not saying he doesn't have some good songs, I'm just saying... high on the list of things I don't ever want to have to hear is a bunch of wannabe teen pop-stars singing endless renditions of "Memory" and "I Don't Know How to Love Him."