Graah.

Sunday evening, my Warcraft installation ate itself alive. Again. Unlike the other time this happened, it was extremely resistant to repair. We tried deleting the corrupted file and restarting; we tried repatching, we tried reinstalling about umpty-leven times and had it stall out every time, we tried this with and without rebooting and with rebooting in various limited-addon modes, we tried this with defragmenting, we ran Ad-Aware and cleared the cruft out, we copied the install disks to the hard drive and tried to go from there, we tried using the other install disks.

Finally, teinedreugan said "Okay, reboot it, try one last time, and if that doesn't work I'll reinstall the OS tomorrow."

I rebooted it, tried again, and it installed.

The hell.

Meanwhile, I have braindumped about stupid frustrating stupidity at ardaniel, and also a little about my crazy, and I have packed a box, and I need to do laundry.

Also, I have the damnedest conversations with oneironaut:
Tesla pages: The blood type thing. I know how procreation works. When a man and a woman love each other very much, she ties him to a table, and....'