*BANGING HEAD REPEATEDLY ON DESK*

I, Moose, do hereby vow to mutiny my Devil-worshipping computer on the first God-forsaken spit of land I come by when I am next near some portion of the copious quantities of water found in Arizona. Why? Well, let me tell you a little story... Do any of you recall a certain person's (who shall remain unnamed) comment that she was too lazy to make yet another montage? Said unnamed person changed her mind last night, and began to plan out her next project. She spent the majority of this morning making pictures, backgrounds, and credits pages. She then agreed to accompany her sister to Target (Such an outing always includes walking together around the entire store 12 times, as said sister takes 12 looks at the exact same things she's considered buying a million times before, and has always decided not to, in the end) so that she could get an iTunes music card (Her sister also refused to simply take her money and get one for her). She got home, bought the song she needed from iTunes, and attempted to upload it onto that cruel, cruel thing that is One True Media. For some reason, it chose not to acknowledge the fact that the song exists, no matter how many times she tried to upload it. She then opened to Garage Band to record the song, exports it to iTunes, and try again. The program continued to be ornery. Frustrated, she moved on. After going through her usual routine of having to email the pictures to herself, drag them from her email, and change the files from .tiff to .jpg (her computer is very mean to her about converting files), she attempted to upload the pictures to... One True Media. Well whaddya know? Those wouldn't work either. The unnamed person began to shout a long string of curses at the obnoxious contraption on her desk. MySpace refused to work, as well. She stepped off of a cliff the very next day. The End.

~ Moose ~