I think I just had the best scotch of my entire life. It's a 15-year-old single malt my parents brought back from Europe last year, which has been gathering dust on my shelf since then while I've been slowly draining other victuals in like kind. Dust-gatherer no longer: I think a dram of that stuff actually cured my entire week. Which was admittedly not a very good week. I was pretty damn depressed for most of it; March is just traditionally a really rough time for me, and a whole lot of things conspired this week to make that more the case than usual. But not any more. Post-scotch I am doing much better.

Hey here's some good news: Cate Blanchett in Indy IV. I'm going with she's either playing Elsa Schneider's daughter, or God. Either is fine.

Points against Indy IV: 1
Points for Indy IV: 1

We officially have ourselves a horse race.

So my old PC looks to finally be cruising towards its own grave-hole. This sucks. Now what the fuck am I gonna do when my stupid Mac does some whackshit stuff that nobody in their right mind can understand, like be unable to burn a DVD or process text files or something? Man. I feel cold and alone out here.

"Ivo Shandor was a fictional character in the film Ghostbusters. He was an insane, early 20th century architect and physician with a penchant for performing macabre and unnecessary surgeries (possibly as a cover for the worship of various evil deities) who designed the high rise apartment building at 55 Central Park West as a giant altar to the Sumerian god Gozer." - Wikipedia