I need an exorcist...

I swore I wasn't going to bitch in my lj, but I swear every machine I touch is possessed. My computer's entering it's third month of being wholly unreliable, and Apple has been no help in repairing it. (No computer means no vidding; no vidding means I'm *very* unhappy.) My transmission blew up, again last week. Our hot water heater sprang a blessedly small leak on the weekend. And now I've found out the laptop I needed for a training course tomorrow has been stolen. Either I'm cursed, or the gods are just messing with me.

Back on fannish topics, I'm finally cross-posting my latest fic here:
Intimations of Mortality (LotR RPS, SB/VM)