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derigueur
Jun. 22nd, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
Must.

Have.

So.

Awesome.

*drools*
halloranelder
Jun. 22nd, 2007 07:41 am (UTC)
Don't do that, you'll short circuit your keyboard.
paradigmshifty
Jun. 22nd, 2007 04:44 am (UTC)
I assume those are US prices? They're actually not all that expensive for what you're getting.

I'll let you know what they're like after I move there :-)
umbra_mentis
Jun. 22nd, 2007 04:49 am (UTC)
Hmmm, house deposit or multiple screens of awesomeness?
No contest - gimme the pretties! :)
paradigmshifty
Jun. 22nd, 2007 04:55 am (UTC)
You are the pretties dear :-)
umbra_mentis
Jun. 22nd, 2007 05:06 am (UTC)
I'm not going to bother arguing the point with you, however, I want pretties I can watch Dr Who and play GuildWars on ;P
paradigmshifty
Jun. 22nd, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
I can get my hands on a projector... ;-p
darcrider
Jun. 22nd, 2007 05:51 am (UTC)
Oooh. Just what I need for my Not-Batcave when I start my career as a vigilante :p
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