In Memoriam

It's with a heavy heart and a sad boo-hoo face that I have to report a casualty in the never-ending war against all sorts of Internet crapulence.

My trusty companion through a never ending series of buttkicking extravaganzas - Q8! - Yapbrowser! - Orkut! - Skype Worms! - YoGangsta! - has met her untimely demise, in a fiery ball of flame.

Yes, I awoke to see the greatest testbox that ever lived, AKA Blasta Bling Bitch, with blue sparks shooting out of its ass and great big yellow flames popping out of the top of her little biddy head.

Whoops.

Naturally, I did what any concerned individual would do in such a situation - I flipped the Voltage switch on the Power Supply to see how much more of an explosion I could generate.

The answer, unsurprisingly, is a pretty freaking big one.

In my defence, the machine was already burning like a Saudi Oil Field circa 1991, so there wasn't a lot more you could actually do to it, damage wise. I just like to see things explode.

However, a crack team of small felines are already working on a replacement - ladies and gentlemen, I give you:


...Blasta Bling Bitch Two.

For now, let us weep, and tell tales, and raise a glass or five to the single greatest test box in human history. Blasta Bling Bitch, you were too young, too handsome, too fast and too pretty for this world. Oh, woe is us! Woe is the Internet!

Despair! Despair and really bad things!

Hopefully I'll be back shortly once Blasta Bling Bitch Two is pumping out electric sweat.

We can rebuild him. Uh, her. Whatever.