Digital Disbeliever I can show you what you want to see

Thanks to Minervacat's casual cruelty I am having to sit here listening to a techno CD over and over again, which isn't doing great things for my underlying state of mind because the lyrics from 1993 are about as dated as Cory Doctorow's glasses. (Optimism about technology is soooo last century...) Unfortunately, this is the only CD I own that's noisy enough to ward off "Feliz Navidad" (and most other higher brain functions), so I'm stuck with it. Probably for the next couple of months...

the sound of one jaw dropping

I don't want to hear another word about my taste in knitting-design, thankyouverymuch. {dies}