My ISP is utterly dead, meaning I don't have internet at home, so I'm at the office, but my main email account is dead too. *frets*
I realize this shows a probably unhealthy level of technological dependence. *doesn't care*
Maybe if I chant to the broadband gods...?
1. Hugs and chocolates to everybody in HP fandom. It does sound like a traumatic reveal, and I hope things will heal up OK.
2. If my entire flist turns out to be sockpuppets for somebody, can I marry/sell myself as an slave to/pledge to follow in world conquest said somebody? Because she/he would have to have an IQ of 200something, the porn skills of a Bene Gesserit and an in-brain link to Wikipedia to be all of you at the same time.
... Smallville!Lex, it's you, isn't it?
Internet! Teacher, mother, secret lover.
Homer Simpson. Probably going to be the XXth century's Shakespeare in terms of quotability.