The one thing I need to avoid while drinking kava is technical support.
I was in a dark room, listening to the soundtrack to Angels & Demons, and suddenly Queen Elizabeth II says "fuck this shit!" and turns off the music and turns on the lights. Now, I'm totally krunk because I think that a second-pressing will be too weak without adding something else in, so I've got this combination of White Sands mixed thick (because back in the day I was trying to follow the seriously heavy Nakamal@Home recipe), with maybe one or two teaspoons of Shaman making it even heavier. I wind up freaking out because I'm interpreting her turning the lights on and the music off as a major emergency, and we wind up screaming at each other because I resent her being a total buzzkill. The next day, I try to make things right by taking her to Microcenter Mall to buy a $50 precision gaming mouse to play Minesweeper with. Yes, I shit you not, Minesweeper.
So, yeah, avoid tech support, buzzkills, and probably the House of Windsor in general. I mean, I am nothing but a bloody amoeba. I am the only man in the country not allowed to give his name to his own children. (OK, Chuckie and Annie do call themselves by the surname Windsor-Mountbatten {don't ask me why the Germans call Mount Yasur "Mountbatten"}).