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> Lancia Delta
> Special edition

Yay!

> 190hp diesel
> $40K

Never mind.

I know a girl named Rosangel. This is appropriately named. Sweet, but it'll knock your block off.

I'll admit it, I think this is an improvement, and that's entirely because I'm lazy. Then again, we've had gas gauges instead of a reserve tank for nigh 100 years, so I guess I'm not the only one who likes lazy conveniences.

We had the Saabaru and the Trollblazer, it sucks that this wouldn't be a Saabinated Forester.

So Red 5 is, in fact, NOT standing by? YOU LIED TO ME PORKINS!

Pleaaaaaase?

Built myself a new desktop, got a new leather jacket, some tupperware, and a bunch of small stuff.

Damn! I just bought a Crucial. Oh well...

Dear Lenovo:

I love you, you know that. That's why I have to be honest when I say this: you're losing it. You used to be the standard, the absolute pinnacle of quality and usability. All the other laptop brands looked to you as the flagship. Now that you've parted ways with IBM, I realize you feel free at last and want to stretch your wings, and I respect that.

What I want you to know about that is that I feel pushed away from the you I fell in love with. These "entry-level" laptops are certainly pretty, and the price is right. However, I saw something on the internet today that says your brand-wide reliability is below Toshiba's. Toshiba, that slut. You're better than that!

I want to believe that it's just this recently developed side of you that brought about that terrifying statistic, that deep down you know the value of the ThinkPad name and would never sully it. The IdeaPads are to blame. All that aside, the fact is that the damage is already done.

Lenovo, I'm asking you as a lover to reconsider this promiscuous lifestyle and come back to the noble, refined life we once shared so happily. My needs haven't changed, I still need that quality that I found in you. Please Lenovo, come back?

The link between Germanic raiders and angsty teens is allegory, comes from the Victorian Gothic writing style (EG Mary Shelley), and was applied to the music, not the fashion. Also, in a related note, this whole Steampunk thing sucks. I'm going to have to look at that book, though.