You may now go on about your evening.
Thirteen minutes to the end of Veronica Mars. About which I'm interestingly ambivalent.
(I really need a Heroes icon. But for the moment HAPPY!Kenji will have to do. ^.^)
EDIT: Ooooooookay, Rob Thomas. If you say so.
I am strangely unsatisfied. And yet, at the same time, this offers an excellent jumping-off-point for my Shirley/Veronica fic. *evil grin*
I just painstaking talked my mother, over the phone, through the ripping and burning of a Pilates DVD. I feel somewhat... sullied by this. But at the same time... my mother is now a pirate. Arr.
Mum: How do I know when it's done?
Me: It makes a loud noise. Kinda hard to miss. Goes... *hums the tune*
Mum: (dubiously) Okay...
Me: Actually! Do you remember... the end-credits splash for Klasky Csupo? The company that made Rugrats?
Mum: (after a pause) *laughing* Yes, I do.
Me: It makes that noise. Really loudly and obnoxiously. You'll hear it from three rooms away.
Mum: That's a lot more helpful. Thank you, dear.