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I am so goddamn tired of the fucking crickets. Wow. No words.

Onto better things, a while back, when I first got this computer (well, I was told I was getting it), Moa and I came up with a name for it - because it's Mr Mwa Ha's friend (even though they come from different species, being a Mac and a PC) and Mr Mwa Ha's friend needs a name. So, we came up with the perfect name and promptly forgot it.

Yesterday, while finally talking online and weeping on each other's virtual shoulders from the novelty, we remembered that we had named this thing something. What was it? We couldn't remember. And then Moa, being much cooler than me, remembered. She's a clever girl.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

Paddy.

Paddy is a friendly computer, a nice counterpart to his, er, friend. He is - hopefully - reliable and not prone to temper tantrums (so far). We like Paddy.

Paddy works. On so many levels, I can't even count them all.

GIP.

Yes, Kitty, I am an icon whore.

Bye-bye went the drunk puppies. They might come back, but I wasn't entirely happy with that icon, so I made this one, instead. It's pretty much to the point. Heh.