death to t'internet!

Ok, so I have the Gilmore Girls Seasons 1 through 5 what I thought would be firmly within grasp, when whaddya think happens?

First of all, PayPal cracks a stinky. Says my credit card issuer doesn't like me. I need to contact them. Blahdee blahdee blah.

That's ok, I don't need stoopid PayPal in the first place. Screw you, hippie.

Then I try to get into my other form of transferring the money to get my precious, precious dvds - Internet banking. Internet wanking more like it. A few months ago, my bank (oh no, credit union to be specific), decided to be smart and internet secure and make everyone change their passwords and use a virtual keyboard. That's cool. I dig internet security.

I don't dig the fact that it's not taking my password, present or previous. And it's locking me out of trying to log in for hour-long intervals.

Can I stab internet money transfers in the face? Cos that'd be fun and stuff.

At this rate, I'll never get my dvds.

And I will cry and wallow in video store late fees.

And cry some more.