So another year comes to an end. Another pretty good year to be perfectly frank, and certainly my favourite year for quite a while. And, in the true written format, can only be reminisced upon using words. Isn't that a fun idea?
2004: A 'chard Oddysey
January, the month of Mocking
Ah, a rather nice month. Not only the beginning of the New Year (soon to be the old year) but also the signpost for me to run staight into the lovely things that were the GCSE mock exam results. Truth be told, I can't even remember taking them, but i know I must have at some point. I think I got a C in the maths mock. Oh how things were to change... *hem hem*. Also, the 10th marked Valmar's 10000th year of existance (or first, depending on what calender you're using) and the 11th was the IOM's first year. Fancy that for a bowl of fruit!
February, the month of blogging
February 16th! A day that without which, these words which you read would not be in existence. This blog has actually been a pretty big part of this year. I made the rough estimate that most of my internet time will include the use or reading of someone's blog. Most of my knowledge of my friend's out of school life comes from reading their blogs. If not for the blogs, I wouldn't have sporadically returned to Neopets, nor known of the existance of Moolb or Astrojaxx. But then, I wouldn't have spent far too much time than is healthy on the internet, had I not made this thing. Ah well, tis nice to have a hobby no?
March, the month of restrospective word eating and HTML
March started off well, with a nice email from Scott Adams (Dilbert author) in the inbox. Then much wierdness assued when I discovered the possibilities of HTML to very strange results. Annoying even me after a while, most of them went. then of course there was my lovely rant regarding alchohol. Ahem, well, I meant it at the time ok? then the trend of really pointless copied and pasted posts started, for which I apologise. Also was the month of my introduction to Ellen. Some madness in the air in march...
April, the month of Love, Actually
Well, not really. I watched the film and posted (for some reason, twice) on my attitudes to love. Yarg, what was I on? Hmm, I never did write that review of X-2 did I? Well, X-2 was crud. I expect I'll get back to it for Winter-Een-Mas. I also thought that 500 hits was a lot back then. Going on 10000 now. Freaky-deaky.
May, the Ukrainian Month
The month that contained that fateful Eurovision song contest evening. What did I get out of that evening? 2 chocolate oranges that I saw none of either, a catchy addition to the WMP playlist and (eventually) Sarah. Though she will no doubt contest she got me out of the evening first but meh.
And to think I could have gone to Stompp's instead... Oh, and I got .hack. Very nice game. Never got the sequels though. Should do at somepoint. Maybe if i can find them cheap in WHsmiths for W-E-M...
June, the month of Exams and 16 years
Arg, those exams. 16 hour to 2 hour long hells. Still, once they were done, I was FREE!!! FREE I TELLS YA!!!
July-September, the months of London, Somerset, Wales and Spain
SoulInTheCity, Soul Survivor, New Wine, London trips (of which 2 i missed), Sarah going away for countless days, ear infection, tonsillitus, then the return to 6th form... The summer was short...
October, the month of 6th form adjustments.
6th form really was rather different. It was nice to know that I had a spare 2 hours of a Friday morning, but was not nice realising I had Tyler as a form tutor. Foolish man...
There was the 3 trips to and from school for Malyszko's sake, Sarah left for Oxford, I won an award, and the clip post, which, as I predicted, has been a plagiarised format. Teradud... tut tut... adn of course my most geeky post to date, the 40k battle report. October was strange
November, The month of perversion
Well, what with Bush being re-elected, my take on not being able to eat a hoopoe and the great version of Song of Songs I have, Him With The Hair, me referring to myself as the Keeper of the Kerosine, and (god-forbid) a post title that said 'much normality reigns' November was a really, REALLY surreal month for this blog...
And that's not even mentioning Wedekind...
December, The Month Of Now
The final month! Christmas going off without a hitch, a wedding, another London trip, the end of the first of 6 sixth form terms, the confirmation, my christmas samurai.... what a nice month to end the year with.
Looking forward to those mocks...
December 31, 2004
December 30, 2004
The Road Goes Ever On...
And man, so do those films!
ALTERNATE TITLE : 'The One with the euphemisms for EVERYTHING'
On Tuesday I was abruptly awoken by mah mother at some ungodly hour in the morning. 9.30!!! I mean, who's up then??? But, she had brought me a cup of tea, and once downed I had calmed hugely. A quick dressing (Thousand Island) later, I was on the way to the House of Destroyed Technology, While Being A Very Nice Place, And All Broken Things Are Actually My Fault Anyway. Or, as it is more commonly known, Stompp's! (No offense mate! No, put down the chess board...)
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To get myself into the general mood for the day, I took along the recently acquired soundtrack to Return of the King. Having found my now favourite track (6 if you must know. Or if you have a difficult numbering system, 'tis Minas Morgul) I listened to it with most enjoyment, until, a full 5 minutes before 10, I arrived at the doorway of the House Of Musical Delights. Early! There was a first! Having had this repeatedly told to me for the next five minutes, I settled back with Stompp, one of his friends (more height and less hair now than last time), his dad, his sister and The One Caught In A Time Displacement Field When He Eats.
And, for the next 11 hours and 30 minutes, i moved from my seat but 6 times. The reason?
A marathon of all three extended edition Lord of the Rings films! Do any of you need to even ask me what a huge occassion this was? Not only was it the first time I had watched a screen for that amount of time, it was also only the second time I had sen Return of The King, and the only time I had seen the new 48 minutes! I had refrained for so long simply for this showing, and oh, how it was a glorious venture! The Mouth of Sauron! BLISS!!
Though, still no Scouring of the Shire, more's the pity. Who doesn't want to see little hobbit sized people running around with swords? *Giggles*
Many thanks to the Stompp for that wonderful wonderful day!
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But the movie marathon fun was not over! No, no, my friends! The next day was a day spent with that most lovely of peoples, Sarah. As per a previous arrangement, we skipped the ITV showing of Star Wars Episode IV and its many adverts for a more user friendly version, employing Darth Rob's copy of it on DVD. Huzzah! After much Yavinated fun, we then decided to watch the Empire Strikes back immediatly afterwards, and what wholesome fun that was! Once home, i was sorely tempted to attack Ye That Resides Opposite for his copy of Return of the Jedi, if only so I had 2 of my 3 favourite trilogies shown back to back in as many days. Of course, had I done, I could have also stolen his copy of The Matrix Revolutions and watched all three Matrices today. But alas, that though has only just occured to me, and so is lost forever. Sighness.
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Movie Madness no? And, seeing as I am still in that spirit, a new link for ye! The best site for internet information of films, IMDb! Most of you know it anyway, but those that don't, it is a rather good site, and well worth a look.
New Years Eve tomorrow! The fun that the evening will purvey approaches in all it's vague amounts of sleeplessness. It also marks one other thing. As THIS will demonstrate, though without the accompanying snowflake.
Have a good one!
Playing: Final Fantasy X
Reading: Blogs
Listening to: 'Minas Morgul' - Howard Shore
Watching: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
Annoyed with: Little
Confused about: How I Lasted 11.5 hours...
Mood: Happy, little hungry
Song currently stuck in head: 'Minas Morgul' - Howard Shore
Favourite Song of the Minute: And again, 'Minas Morgul' - Howard Shore
ALTERNATE TITLE : 'The One with the euphemisms for EVERYTHING'
On Tuesday I was abruptly awoken by mah mother at some ungodly hour in the morning. 9.30!!! I mean, who's up then??? But, she had brought me a cup of tea, and once downed I had calmed hugely. A quick dressing (Thousand Island) later, I was on the way to the House of Destroyed Technology, While Being A Very Nice Place, And All Broken Things Are Actually My Fault Anyway. Or, as it is more commonly known, Stompp's! (No offense mate! No, put down the chess board...)
-
To get myself into the general mood for the day, I took along the recently acquired soundtrack to Return of the King. Having found my now favourite track (6 if you must know. Or if you have a difficult numbering system, 'tis Minas Morgul) I listened to it with most enjoyment, until, a full 5 minutes before 10, I arrived at the doorway of the House Of Musical Delights. Early! There was a first! Having had this repeatedly told to me for the next five minutes, I settled back with Stompp, one of his friends (more height and less hair now than last time), his dad, his sister and The One Caught In A Time Displacement Field When He Eats.
And, for the next 11 hours and 30 minutes, i moved from my seat but 6 times. The reason?
A marathon of all three extended edition Lord of the Rings films! Do any of you need to even ask me what a huge occassion this was? Not only was it the first time I had watched a screen for that amount of time, it was also only the second time I had sen Return of The King, and the only time I had seen the new 48 minutes! I had refrained for so long simply for this showing, and oh, how it was a glorious venture! The Mouth of Sauron! BLISS!!
Though, still no Scouring of the Shire, more's the pity. Who doesn't want to see little hobbit sized people running around with swords? *Giggles*
Many thanks to the Stompp for that wonderful wonderful day!
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But the movie marathon fun was not over! No, no, my friends! The next day was a day spent with that most lovely of peoples, Sarah. As per a previous arrangement, we skipped the ITV showing of Star Wars Episode IV and its many adverts for a more user friendly version, employing Darth Rob's copy of it on DVD. Huzzah! After much Yavinated fun, we then decided to watch the Empire Strikes back immediatly afterwards, and what wholesome fun that was! Once home, i was sorely tempted to attack Ye That Resides Opposite for his copy of Return of the Jedi, if only so I had 2 of my 3 favourite trilogies shown back to back in as many days. Of course, had I done, I could have also stolen his copy of The Matrix Revolutions and watched all three Matrices today. But alas, that though has only just occured to me, and so is lost forever. Sighness.
-
Movie Madness no? And, seeing as I am still in that spirit, a new link for ye! The best site for internet information of films, IMDb! Most of you know it anyway, but those that don't, it is a rather good site, and well worth a look.
New Years Eve tomorrow! The fun that the evening will purvey approaches in all it's vague amounts of sleeplessness. It also marks one other thing. As THIS will demonstrate, though without the accompanying snowflake.
Have a good one!
Playing: Final Fantasy X
Reading: Blogs
Listening to: 'Minas Morgul' - Howard Shore
Watching: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
Annoyed with: Little
Confused about: How I Lasted 11.5 hours...
Mood: Happy, little hungry
Song currently stuck in head: 'Minas Morgul' - Howard Shore
Favourite Song of the Minute: And again, 'Minas Morgul' - Howard Shore
December 25, 2004
Humbug... HUMBUG
Anyone want a humbug?
Just a quickie here. I have to get Tera his pressie.
The Wedding
All was grand, nice and romantic, although all my photo's blurred. Well, almost all. Only 1 or didnt. But all was brilliant, special mention to a moment in the groom's speech where he mentioned about them gettign married at a relatively young age. Apparantly the bride was mantioned to ahve said "Book early to avoid disappointment". And yes, I got slightyl drunk. But there was wine, so bleurgh to you all.
Today
Christmas! Woo! Spent most of the morning (12.45 - 5.00) watching Gone with the Wind, which was pretty good. Bloody long though. Then after not very much sleep whatsoever, i woke up, to recieve:
LOTR sountracks x3
PS2 controller
Microphone/headphones headset dealie (Calm down Sarah)
Book on Chav linguistics
£10 WHSmiths tokens
128mb Xd cards for me camera x2
Erm, and I think that was it...
Merry Christmas!
Just a quickie here. I have to get Tera his pressie.
The Wedding
All was grand, nice and romantic, although all my photo's blurred. Well, almost all. Only 1 or didnt. But all was brilliant, special mention to a moment in the groom's speech where he mentioned about them gettign married at a relatively young age. Apparantly the bride was mantioned to ahve said "Book early to avoid disappointment". And yes, I got slightyl drunk. But there was wine, so bleurgh to you all.
Today
Christmas! Woo! Spent most of the morning (12.45 - 5.00) watching Gone with the Wind, which was pretty good. Bloody long though. Then after not very much sleep whatsoever, i woke up, to recieve:
LOTR sountracks x3
PS2 controller
Microphone/headphones headset dealie (Calm down Sarah)
Book on Chav linguistics
£10 WHSmiths tokens
128mb Xd cards for me camera x2
Erm, and I think that was it...
Merry Christmas!
December 23, 2004
Marry Chrishtmas Eve *hic* eve
First off; FUCKING BLOGGER. Right, lets try this again.
Now that the party is well underway adn we have inbibed almost lethal quantities of alcohol, i would like to rant. Not about Blogger, sorely tempted as I am to go to the google servers with a large blunt object, but about an advert I saw last night.
Róc Face Cream.
Woman : "I thought I could never fall in love. Im 45"
Anouner If you loo up to 10 years younger, nothing is impossible!
Wow, so if i looke like a ix year old I could have passed maths? Wish I'd known that earlier...
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Now, the christmas festivities started early for the duds, with our last trip to london of 2004, or at least the last one of 2004 where the tube wont be chaotic. Whatever. As usuall, many (blurry) pictures for you to look at, which will more than make up for the spleeing mistlaes.
The day began with a walk to West Wickham Station, where I met with the Dan oakner, who helpfully informed me that the train had been delayed, for little to no reason. We then formulated a plan, and got on a train that eventually took us to London Bridge. Dave arrived at the station, and then Rob and Emily appeared from the platform. We got on the next train, and met Jon! Nice new train it was too. It allowed us to engage in polite conversation while Rob poledanced for Jon and Emily's evident amusement, though Dave questioned the amusement of it. One flaw of the new train was the lack of seats, causing us to stand all the way. I ruminated on this fact for a while. We were then joined by Andrew! Hot whizz and hoorah's ensued, but were stifled when we passed Clock House sans Dave and Steve, who had become a little discumbobulated by the trains ludicrous time keeping. Rob was not amused.
We then arrived at Charing Cross, after a little detour to London Bridge. I modelled a very stylish looking bag and scarf once Sarah had arrived. She then found the need to buy some hair ties from Boots, so I accompanied her there, in which time Dave and Baz found thier way to us. We then journeyed forth to Trafalgar Square once more, where we all (except for Lewis and Emily) face the mighty climb to the peak of Nelson. From our great height, Lewis looked very alone and pathetic. A lone soldier... We then journeyed forth to St James's Park, via Buckingham Palace. In every sense, we had gone to London and seen the Queen! I then saw a very interesting plaque, that would be a good cue card for a chav if he were ever asked the question 'What is the country that is spelt A F R _C A?'. ' s'Africaaaa innit?'
In the park however, arguments ensued between dave and Jon, that could only be sorted by Dragonball Z style fighting. T'was a fierce battle... But anyway... We then journeyed further into the park, where we engaged in that most frabjous of sporting activities, PDQ. The first game I looked on as a spectator, in order to learn the rules. A good match it was, the final going to Rob and Rowan. Mid Air Aerobatics were employed to great effect. The tension was fierce. Rob stayed heavily on the offensive. But, eventually, the battle was over, and the loser could not face defeat. Rob stood alone, vanquished, and called for a second round.
The second round was this time joined by the me, who went out in spectacular style when Rob pulled his foot out from under mine and I, in true comedy style, fell flat on me arse. This round came down to a fierce fight between Lewis, Jon and Steve. Steve hung back, while Jon and Lewis faced each other. Finally, Jon leapt to attack, barely missing his target. Then, with Lewis pushed back so, Steve lunged forward, putting Lewis out of the game. Lets see that...IN SLOW MOTION!
"N-O-O-O!!!"
2 more rounds were fought, but I won neither. We moved on. On the way I saw evidence of a bike that had been terrible killed in a road accident, the chalk outline still visible in the wet pavement. Much merriment was had a little further along the road. We found another horse button! How risible. Still further on, in a subway, I found evidence that suggested that the Chav was not native to our times, with a cave drawing of a 1800's Chav. there was also a rather disturbing picture that suggested much homosexuality in the armed forces of long past. What's going on here?
We came to Harrods, where we realised the full extent of how late the Tube service had become. 4 years late, they were moving into the 21st century... Anyhoo, we looked around Harrods for a while, then came out, and waited while Rowan bought himself a Doughnut. Meanwhile, i saw and advert for housing in Dubai. Is that to rent or 'dubai'?!
We then arrived at London Victoria, were we sat and ate. Eating. Dave, for some reason, was swallowed up by the fires of hell... We then went to the Apple Store, and messed about with the Macs. Me and sarah then went around Oxford Street looking for a saucepan, before getting a train to Bromley, where she found said saucepans, and we went home.
Must dash now, have to be ready to go to Dorset for a wedding tomorrow. Fun fun fun!
Merry Christmas
Dickybod
Now that the party is well underway adn we have inbibed almost lethal quantities of alcohol, i would like to rant. Not about Blogger, sorely tempted as I am to go to the google servers with a large blunt object, but about an advert I saw last night.
Róc Face Cream.
Woman : "I thought I could never fall in love. Im 45"
Anouner If you loo up to 10 years younger, nothing is impossible!
Wow, so if i looke like a ix year old I could have passed maths? Wish I'd known that earlier...
-
Now, the christmas festivities started early for the duds, with our last trip to london of 2004, or at least the last one of 2004 where the tube wont be chaotic. Whatever. As usuall, many (blurry) pictures for you to look at, which will more than make up for the spleeing mistlaes.
The day began with a walk to West Wickham Station, where I met with the Dan oakner, who helpfully informed me that the train had been delayed, for little to no reason. We then formulated a plan, and got on a train that eventually took us to London Bridge. Dave arrived at the station, and then Rob and Emily appeared from the platform. We got on the next train, and met Jon! Nice new train it was too. It allowed us to engage in polite conversation while Rob poledanced for Jon and Emily's evident amusement, though Dave questioned the amusement of it. One flaw of the new train was the lack of seats, causing us to stand all the way. I ruminated on this fact for a while. We were then joined by Andrew! Hot whizz and hoorah's ensued, but were stifled when we passed Clock House sans Dave and Steve, who had become a little discumbobulated by the trains ludicrous time keeping. Rob was not amused.
We then arrived at Charing Cross, after a little detour to London Bridge. I modelled a very stylish looking bag and scarf once Sarah had arrived. She then found the need to buy some hair ties from Boots, so I accompanied her there, in which time Dave and Baz found thier way to us. We then journeyed forth to Trafalgar Square once more, where we all (except for Lewis and Emily) face the mighty climb to the peak of Nelson. From our great height, Lewis looked very alone and pathetic. A lone soldier... We then journeyed forth to St James's Park, via Buckingham Palace. In every sense, we had gone to London and seen the Queen! I then saw a very interesting plaque, that would be a good cue card for a chav if he were ever asked the question 'What is the country that is spelt A F R _C A?'. ' s'Africaaaa innit?'
In the park however, arguments ensued between dave and Jon, that could only be sorted by Dragonball Z style fighting. T'was a fierce battle... But anyway... We then journeyed further into the park, where we engaged in that most frabjous of sporting activities, PDQ. The first game I looked on as a spectator, in order to learn the rules. A good match it was, the final going to Rob and Rowan. Mid Air Aerobatics were employed to great effect. The tension was fierce. Rob stayed heavily on the offensive. But, eventually, the battle was over, and the loser could not face defeat. Rob stood alone, vanquished, and called for a second round.
The second round was this time joined by the me, who went out in spectacular style when Rob pulled his foot out from under mine and I, in true comedy style, fell flat on me arse. This round came down to a fierce fight between Lewis, Jon and Steve. Steve hung back, while Jon and Lewis faced each other. Finally, Jon leapt to attack, barely missing his target. Then, with Lewis pushed back so, Steve lunged forward, putting Lewis out of the game. Lets see that...IN SLOW MOTION!
"N-O-O-O!!!"
2 more rounds were fought, but I won neither. We moved on. On the way I saw evidence of a bike that had been terrible killed in a road accident, the chalk outline still visible in the wet pavement. Much merriment was had a little further along the road. We found another horse button! How risible. Still further on, in a subway, I found evidence that suggested that the Chav was not native to our times, with a cave drawing of a 1800's Chav. there was also a rather disturbing picture that suggested much homosexuality in the armed forces of long past. What's going on here?
We came to Harrods, where we realised the full extent of how late the Tube service had become. 4 years late, they were moving into the 21st century... Anyhoo, we looked around Harrods for a while, then came out, and waited while Rowan bought himself a Doughnut. Meanwhile, i saw and advert for housing in Dubai. Is that to rent or 'dubai'?!
We then arrived at London Victoria, were we sat and ate. Eating. Dave, for some reason, was swallowed up by the fires of hell... We then went to the Apple Store, and messed about with the Macs. Me and sarah then went around Oxford Street looking for a saucepan, before getting a train to Bromley, where she found said saucepans, and we went home.
Must dash now, have to be ready to go to Dorset for a wedding tomorrow. Fun fun fun!
Merry Christmas
Dickybod
December 21, 2004
Happy Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve!
Yes, that time once again descends dear readers! And give me no grief about being intolerant of others by calling it CHRISTmas, as opposed to Xmas, Chrismas, Chris the mouse or even the god-forsaken 'crimbo'. I'll call it what I like, and will spell it correctly, spank you berry much.
So, let the festivities roll!
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The Dickyblog Christmas Party!!!
Yahoo! Sit down, drink some of the mulled wine, have a mince pie or two, stick on a Christmas song CD and relax. Or of course, pick one of DJ Chard's Christmas Classic Remixes (copyright MCDaveMcC) with such destroyed classics as:
Rocking Around the Artificial Christmas Tree
I Wish I Could Be Sober Everyday
'Frosty' the Modern Business Woman
Loud Night (due to partying people)
Send the Cavalry to Iraq
Santa Claus is Gunning You Down
I'm Dreaming of A White Woman
Rocket Around the Christmas Tree (Star Wars Missle Defence Refix)
And many many more!
Or why not try some traditional party games? Or for the more adventurous/masochistic, why not attempt one of these original DickyBlog patented games?
Christmas Samurai/Jedi
A fun costume and great for those last minute fancydress party worries!
You will need:
Two Cardboard Tubes (the kind you get in the centre of wrapping paper is ideal)
Optional - tennis racket or a third cardboard tube
Picture
1) Take one of the two tubes and tear along the existing spiralling bond.
2) Wrap around sword arm (usually right). This forms the gauntlet! You need protection from the others who dress up as this no?
3) Pretend the other tube is a sword/lightsaber. You will end up looking like this! (For the Jedi amongst you, a little imagination later and this!)
4) For extra fun, use another tube or tennis racket to simulate a second weapon!
Jedi Version
Normal version
And you're done! Now challenge the nearest Padawan/Ronin and have fun! First to 10 wins!
(Thanks to Teradud and his gimp for the lightsaber pictures)
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But the party has only begun! London and a wedding to go yet! See you tomorrow, if not, then on the 25th!
Frohe Weinachten
Darth 'chard
So, let the festivities roll!
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The Dickyblog Christmas Party!!!
Yahoo! Sit down, drink some of the mulled wine, have a mince pie or two, stick on a Christmas song CD and relax. Or of course, pick one of DJ Chard's Christmas Classic Remixes (copyright MCDaveMcC) with such destroyed classics as:
Rocking Around the Artificial Christmas Tree
I Wish I Could Be Sober Everyday
'Frosty' the Modern Business Woman
Loud Night (due to partying people)
Send the Cavalry to Iraq
Santa Claus is Gunning You Down
I'm Dreaming of A White Woman
Rocket Around the Christmas Tree (Star Wars Missle Defence Refix)
And many many more!
Or why not try some traditional party games? Or for the more adventurous/masochistic, why not attempt one of these original DickyBlog patented games?
Christmas Samurai/Jedi
A fun costume and great for those last minute fancydress party worries!
You will need:
Two Cardboard Tubes (the kind you get in the centre of wrapping paper is ideal)
Optional - tennis racket or a third cardboard tube
Picture
1) Take one of the two tubes and tear along the existing spiralling bond.
2) Wrap around sword arm (usually right). This forms the gauntlet! You need protection from the others who dress up as this no?
3) Pretend the other tube is a sword/lightsaber. You will end up looking like this! (For the Jedi amongst you, a little imagination later and this!)
4) For extra fun, use another tube or tennis racket to simulate a second weapon!
Jedi Version
Normal version
And you're done! Now challenge the nearest Padawan/Ronin and have fun! First to 10 wins!
(Thanks to Teradud and his gimp for the lightsaber pictures)
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But the party has only begun! London and a wedding to go yet! See you tomorrow, if not, then on the 25th!
Frohe Weinachten
Darth 'chard
December 17, 2004
I'll be the Roundabout
... the words willl make you out-and-out.
Short post today. Last day of term today, and my itinerary (see last post) was followed, with some minor additions:
- Rain
- Caberet in assembly
- Hot Chocolate at Wendy's
- Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time
- Star Wars Episode IV
Lots of rain. Lots.
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I hate the Channel 4 line up tonight. Look at this schedule of classic programming:
21:00 The Simpsons
21:30 Max & Paddy's Road to Nowhere
22:00 Peep Show
22:35 Father Ted Xmas Special
How you torment me so!!!
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I have a christmas gift for all of you! I will give you clues of it every time i post until christmas!
Clue 1
"FADE IN
We are on a dark cobbled street, a sign hanging limp in the wind tells us we are in FAVERSHAM HIGHSTREET, we PAN across the street to a bunch of FIVE CHAVS, they are adorned in baseball caps, goldy looking chains, and sports casual wear. They are pushing an OLD LADY and talking loudly:
CHAV 1 (To old lady): Innit Bruv, Why went ya give ma no moneee?
OLD LADY (Frightened): Please just leave me alone, I only have my pension!
A rustling is heard in the background, the chavs turn in fear, the rustling stops, and we PULLBACK to reveal CHAVHUNTER standing over the CHAVS he is wearing a black leather jacket and a silver hockey mask, the OLD LADY looks smug.
CHAVHUNTER: Will you chavs never learn!
CHAVHUNTER strikes out with a bullwhip, removing all of the CHAVS baseball caps which land neatly in the OLD LADY'S hand.
CHAVHUNTER: (To old lady) Go home! and if they come near you again, wear one of their hats, they will think your one of them.
OLD LADY: Thankyou Chavhunter! Godbless you!
The OLD LADY scurries off into the distance and OUT OF SHOT. RACK PAN to the face of CHAV 1, we see a look of TERROR and then a fist smashing into his face, he FALLS unconcious, OUT OF SHOT.
FADE TO BLACKFADE TO a PLAYGROUND some time later, we see the FIVE CHAVS hanging upside down by their feet, they are only wearing their underwear, a POLICEMAN is surveying the scene, investigating.
CHAV 2 (To policeman) Cam-on bruv, let us daawn?!
POLICEMAN (Laughing) Nope sorry, that would interupt the crime scene, we've got to leave you up there until forensics arrive.
CHAV 2 F*cking gavers! Haw lon is dat gonna tayke?!
POLICEMAN (looking at watch) Ohhh about three hours I reckon, if your lucky
The POLICEMAN walks off laughing to himself, we FAST PAN to a rooftop some distance away from the PLAYGROUND. CHAVHUNTER is crouched surveying the scene. He crunches a burberry baseball cap in his fist.
FADE TO CREDITS
Chavhunting, it's gotta start sometime?!"
December 16, 2004
'Peace out players!'
Geez, i really need to do this more often! Ok, last friday was a whole bunch of crazy fun and ludicrousness. 'twas some church youth thing/disco event/ FOOD soirée. And, in true style, much fun was had. Saturday I spent much of at Sarah's, which of course was all very nice and fun, erm didnt do much on sunday... or monday... tuesday I finished every maths retard oops retake lesson I'm going to have, heard Isobel play 'Don't Speak' live again, and damn are they good, and managed to buy EVERYONE's christmas present this year, despite not actually knowing what the hell i was giving to anyone... wednesday I also went to Sarah's and much fun was had again, despite the fact i wasn't there long *sniff*.
Then at last we get to today, the last day where I would have any school lessons for 2004, say goodbye to two of my teachers and miss a lesson entirely...
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So yes, no more lessons. Both of mine tomorrow are taken up with other engagements, despite me really hoping I'd get some drama lessons before leaving. Also, two of my temporary teachers are leaving for other pastures. Him With The Hair is going to teach at Hayes *poor man* and Miss Hodge is going to an unknown future of dramatic fun. So all the best to both of them, just wished she'd lightened up a touch and he'd been given a razor. SHAVE IT MAN!
When it comes to soppy romantic plots and really emotional scenes of that nature; I am such a sucker for them.
Examples of this sort of film include: Notting Hill, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, Love, Actually, Keeping the Faith, heck, Final Fantasy X. You get the idea.
Not sure if it's anything to do with my tender teenage years (bloody hormones) but since watching Love, Actually I've been far more susceptable to these very nauseating scenes of hopeless soppy romance. It could all be Sarah's fault of course...
But digression takes place. Garden State's basic premise is that small-time actor Andrew Largemann (Scrub's Zach Braff, who also wrote and directed) is a 20-something man who has been on prescribed anti-depressants since the age of 11, and thus has felt no strong emotion due to a constant state of calm. Then, his estranged father (who prescribed the anti-depressants) calls him to tell him that his paraplegic mother has died. He goes from his home in Los Angeles to his childhood home in New Jersey (the Garden State) for her funeral, but leaves his drugs at home, determined to know what it is to feel again. At the funeral he runs into an old friend of his from high school, Mark, who is now a drugged up, slacking grave-digger.
Andrew then goes to a neurologist about headaches he is having, and in the waiting-room, he meets Sam (Natalie Portman, in her best role since Léon) an epileptic and slightly strange young girl.
And it goes on from there.
Even during watching the film the same words were running through my head: 'Buy it buy it buy it buy it'. As an independant film, it does have many markable differences from the conventional Hollywood rom/com. To be frank, this film isn't really a rom/com. There is an element of humour, but it much too spaced and subtle to be classed as a comedy. While it has been criticised for what appears to be a typical Hollywood ending, I think that, while similar, it is different enough to fit the film. All the loose ends aren't tied up for one thing, and we aren't really given much closure, but this fits in with a theme played on a lot in the film : 'That's life'.
What i really like about the film was the competent direction from Zach Braff. Some cuts are admittedly a little iffy, and a few stylistic techniques are used seemingly for the sake of it. Still, there are some great moments, most of them during the scenes with Portman and Braff, and some great moments in the script.
Great film. Damn indie...
Peace out players!
Then at last we get to today, the last day where I would have any school lessons for 2004, say goodbye to two of my teachers and miss a lesson entirely...
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So yes, no more lessons. Both of mine tomorrow are taken up with other engagements, despite me really hoping I'd get some drama lessons before leaving. Also, two of my temporary teachers are leaving for other pastures. Him With The Hair is going to teach at Hayes *poor man* and Miss Hodge is going to an unknown future of dramatic fun. So all the best to both of them, just wished she'd lightened up a touch and he'd been given a razor. SHAVE IT MAN!
Tomorrow basically shapes up AS:
- Go in
- Go to registration (on time)
- leave registration
- walk home
- do nothing for 2 hours
- go to school
- have assembly
- go to registration
- go home
- waste away
Boring huh? Even English literature would be preferable. But it's my last lessons of 2004! Tragic!
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But i digress. I'll get onto reminiscience during my Christmas post. Today I had another great Film Studies trip! Another lovely train powered jaunt into London to see a film! During school hours as well! Bliss!
The film in question was Garden State. So, without much further ado:
DickyBod's Film Review III
Garden State
When it comes to soppy romantic plots and really emotional scenes of that nature; I am such a sucker for them.
Examples of this sort of film include: Notting Hill, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, Love, Actually, Keeping the Faith, heck, Final Fantasy X. You get the idea.
Not sure if it's anything to do with my tender teenage years (bloody hormones) but since watching Love, Actually I've been far more susceptable to these very nauseating scenes of hopeless soppy romance. It could all be Sarah's fault of course...
But digression takes place. Garden State's basic premise is that small-time actor Andrew Largemann (Scrub's Zach Braff, who also wrote and directed) is a 20-something man who has been on prescribed anti-depressants since the age of 11, and thus has felt no strong emotion due to a constant state of calm. Then, his estranged father (who prescribed the anti-depressants) calls him to tell him that his paraplegic mother has died. He goes from his home in Los Angeles to his childhood home in New Jersey (the Garden State) for her funeral, but leaves his drugs at home, determined to know what it is to feel again. At the funeral he runs into an old friend of his from high school, Mark, who is now a drugged up, slacking grave-digger.
Andrew then goes to a neurologist about headaches he is having, and in the waiting-room, he meets Sam (Natalie Portman, in her best role since Léon) an epileptic and slightly strange young girl.
And it goes on from there.
Even during watching the film the same words were running through my head: 'Buy it buy it buy it buy it'. As an independant film, it does have many markable differences from the conventional Hollywood rom/com. To be frank, this film isn't really a rom/com. There is an element of humour, but it much too spaced and subtle to be classed as a comedy. While it has been criticised for what appears to be a typical Hollywood ending, I think that, while similar, it is different enough to fit the film. All the loose ends aren't tied up for one thing, and we aren't really given much closure, but this fits in with a theme played on a lot in the film : 'That's life'.
What i really like about the film was the competent direction from Zach Braff. Some cuts are admittedly a little iffy, and a few stylistic techniques are used seemingly for the sake of it. Still, there are some great moments, most of them during the scenes with Portman and Braff, and some great moments in the script.
Great film. Damn indie...
Peace out players!
December 12, 2004
For the love of all things fraggable!!
Whoa, there's a few things to blog about! Nervous laughter out of the way, I shall summarise all that occured over the last week! Nice and simple no?
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FRIDAY
Little. Watched some more of Kenneth Branagh in Henry V in english, and drama was as fun as drama always is!
SATURDAY
Sarah came home! Wootage!
SUNDAY
Photo fantasticness approaching. Confirmantion time! Essentially me kneeling in front o' t3h Bishop and 'confirming' (see what they did there?) my faith in Christ. Get the idea? Photos:
I'm putting on my tie... Mr. Anderson...
Me and Nick attempting to look vaguely suave
Bishop Brennon, erm i mean Nick and I
Josh intoxicating himself
'Get yer 'ands offa my woman you flicking motherfather!' (ahem)
ARG the hideousness of the me!!!
Damn, didn't come out. Still, this is Aston (left) and Martin (right). ASTON MARTIN!
The incredibly stylish ways of the Louise
And All Your Base Are Belong To Us
Monday-Thursday
School school school... Tuesday was very empty, due to the well documented physics trip, I have nearly completed the soon to be irrelevant maths retake coursework, I got all the certificates form my GCSE's I found out when the next Film studies trip is, we nearly finished reading Spring Awakening, erm... had parents evening on thursday evening, before going to Sarah's and then to JAGS to see some wierd play called Yerma... saw the A2 drama productions on wednesday... thats about it...
I shall do the rest tomorrow. avast ye!
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FRIDAY
Little. Watched some more of Kenneth Branagh in Henry V in english, and drama was as fun as drama always is!
SATURDAY
Sarah came home! Wootage!
SUNDAY
Photo fantasticness approaching. Confirmantion time! Essentially me kneeling in front o' t3h Bishop and 'confirming' (see what they did there?) my faith in Christ. Get the idea? Photos:
I'm putting on my tie... Mr. Anderson...
Me and Nick attempting to look vaguely suave
Bishop Brennon, erm i mean Nick and I
Josh intoxicating himself
'Get yer 'ands offa my woman you flicking motherfather!' (ahem)
ARG the hideousness of the me!!!
Damn, didn't come out. Still, this is Aston (left) and Martin (right). ASTON MARTIN!
The incredibly stylish ways of the Louise
And All Your Base Are Belong To Us
Monday-Thursday
School school school... Tuesday was very empty, due to the well documented physics trip, I have nearly completed the soon to be irrelevant maths retake coursework, I got all the certificates form my GCSE's I found out when the next Film studies trip is, we nearly finished reading Spring Awakening, erm... had parents evening on thursday evening, before going to Sarah's and then to JAGS to see some wierd play called Yerma... saw the A2 drama productions on wednesday... thats about it...
I shall do the rest tomorrow. avast ye!
December 01, 2004
What a very pleasant day...
Contrary to what the end of yesterday's post said, 'twas not the rigours of Contact Badminton that would have tired me out from being able to post. In fact, horror of horrors, I didn't even get to school today. As the title of the post would suggest, I had a very pleasant day, or at least pleasant in contrast to what I was doing most of last night and early morning.
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But enough of that horrible unpleasantness. To the point o' the post. See? I can do what I said I would! ph33r me!
The Dickyblog Games Review
Issue 2
'Killzone'
Ahh, sweet gaming bliss! My first PS2 FPS! And what a stunner it is too! Most fantabulous thanks to the ever brilliant Stompp for purchasing it for me!
Ok, i'll get the obvious out of the way first: This game ain't better than Halo. In fact, comparing Killzone to Halo is sort of like comparing Horizon to The Simpsons. They're both television programmes, both a great work of fiction, but there the similarity ends. I've had enough of Halo fanboys who will instantly start bitching at me when I mention Killzone, saying such choice phrases as:
"It's terrible, it just copies Halo in everything"
"The weapon reloads take ages"
And even:
"OMGOGMGM H@0 r t3h R0xx0rs lolol gt n Xb0X j00 n00b!!!111 ROFL"
I have played both of the games (something you lamer-gamers should try) and there is so much difference between them it's exasperating just to hear this mindless drivel constantly repeated at me on the forums. And, ironic as it is, I am going to compare them! Simply because they're different enough, and I don't listen to what I say myself. I've no clue...
Helghast vs. Convenant
In case you didn't notice, each of those lovely bold pronouns is in fact a link! Click and gaze upon the happy people in question! Do i even need to explain the dissimilarity?
The Helghast
The inhabitants of the planet Helghan. They left earth to escape oppression, and landed on Helghan (think those Puritan smurfs colonising America). However, Helghan's less than healthy air and atmosphere poisoned the inhabitants, and basically made most of them psychotic, ugly, and unable to breath without respiration equiptment.
In an attempt to gain some revenge for having to leave Earth, the Helghast attempted to invade Earth, and by the end of the First Helghast War, the Helghast gave up, packed up and scuttled their orange-eyed behinds back to Helghan.
Then they decided to do it again, invading the planet Vekta. And thus the game does it's thang.
The Covenant
As far as I understand it, a group of alien races that follow a similar religious code. Ranging from the screeching little Grunts and Jackels, to the large and imposing Elites and Hunters.
So, militaristic and grudging Helghast, and overly religious Covenant. Oh yeh, What a rip-off...
Anyway, enough ranting at simple-minded n00bs (by the way, most of this anger is derived from that fool Paul, so if no-one else could take offense that would be fine and dandy.)
Killzone is a game that does take some getting used to. The reload times are a touch exaggerated, in that while lengthy, do not exactly give you enough time to regain your bearings in a firefight. there are a few graphical issues, with there being quite a bit of noticable glitching during play and some real oddities (it's not often you find yourself exchanging bullets with a floating gun and pair of goggles). The POV camera is more realistic than in most FPS's. While it does give a sense of realism (whose head isn't going to move when throwing a grenade?) it all to often can disorient, meaning the grenade flies a good few yards to the left of the inteded target. Still, this becomes somewhat of a minor fault, as extended play and practise means that you can get used to the movement and learn to compensate.
Even for a game set in the future, it's nice to see a lack of neon lighted weaponery and lasers. The weapon's look great, in a nutshell. The melée (location specific you Halo people) attacks are accompanied with a very nice animation with face meeting rifle butt, and do look like they hurt. Then there are the knives. Play as Luger and your knife will quickly open jugulars with the greatest of ease, or play as Hakha and throw it into the Helghast's neck before pulling it out.
The only weapon I have a problem with is the grenade launcher, and that's more a programming error. Even with full ammo, you will randomly reload for no reason with no prompting, and then be unable to fire it. Fortunately this hasn't happened anywhere vital, like in the middle of a fight, so it's not too bad. Another slight gripe is the availiability of some weapons. The Helghast Light Assualt Rifle is found everywhere, while the Helghast Missile Launcher and the Laser Designator are found on only 1 level. And while the LD is actually useful, the Missile Launcher you never actually need to use, which is a pity as it's quite a nice weapon. The Squad Cannon still gets me drooling!
The levels are nice and lengthy, something I admired about Halo. The game took me a total of 10 hours to complete on Easy, and I aim to do Normal once I have got through FFX, or when Winter-een-mas rolls around. The checkpoints in each level are usually spaced just as you need them. Many is the time I've barely scraped through a huge battle, hoping for a checkpoint, only to reach one after a few steps, but many times (especially in the later stages) it can be a frustrating exercise having to replay a part of a level several times due to an unreachable checkpoint.
Another gripe is the level start. At the end of each stage of a level, you keep the weapons and ammo you have for the next stage, meaning you're all tooled up for whatever faces you. However, at the start of every level, you're stripped down to your basic equipment. While not so bad if your playing as Rico (who starts with one of the best infantry weapons) it can be tiresome starting a level only to have to retool over again. This point is really driven home at the start of the final level, when you start outside a room containing about 9 Helghast with superior weaponary, and you have to try and either kill them all using more cover than nessecary, or risk going into the open to grab one of their guns.
One thing I didn't like about Halo was the single player on co-op. The level could seem too long on a second play. However, where Halo came into it's own more was in it's multiplayer! Killzone, by contrast a) doesn't actually have co-op play an b) isn't great at split-screen. The frame rate suffers dramatically, and since the aiming has to be precise even in single player, this makes shooting damn near impossible unless you're toe to toe. Also, it seems to suffer from what dub: The ISA/Helghast (delete as applicable) Explosion Rule. For example, if you're playing as ISA, it's the Helghast Explosion rule. The rule is as follows:
For every 1 explosion needed to kill you, 4 are needed on the Helghast
Many is the time I've dropped an entire load of grenades at an opponent's feet, only to have him walk out of the smoke calm as ever. However, it invariably takes only 1 (no matter how inaccurate) blast to kill me. Still, while Halo and Halo 2 have their Blood Gulch and Coagulation (respectively), Killzone has it's own best map : Beachhead. Sweeeeet! Split-screen is a terrible way to play Killzone, especially since it only supports 2 players. This is another reason I want my PS2 online (hint, hint).
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But, damn do I love this game. Even for all it's faults, when I meet them i just smile and try again. I have yet to get completely stressed out at this game, and it will take some real injustice to make it happen. I wouldn't spend 10 hours killing 2019 Helghast if this game wasn't great. And it is. Oh man, it is great!
Goodnight
Richard
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But enough of that horrible unpleasantness. To the point o' the post. See? I can do what I said I would! ph33r me!
The Dickyblog Games Review
Issue 2
'Killzone'
Ahh, sweet gaming bliss! My first PS2 FPS! And what a stunner it is too! Most fantabulous thanks to the ever brilliant Stompp for purchasing it for me!
Ok, i'll get the obvious out of the way first: This game ain't better than Halo. In fact, comparing Killzone to Halo is sort of like comparing Horizon to The Simpsons. They're both television programmes, both a great work of fiction, but there the similarity ends. I've had enough of Halo fanboys who will instantly start bitching at me when I mention Killzone, saying such choice phrases as:
"It's terrible, it just copies Halo in everything"
"The weapon reloads take ages"
And even:
"OMGOGMGM H@0 r t3h R0xx0rs lolol gt n Xb0X j00 n00b!!!111 ROFL"
I have played both of the games (something you lamer-gamers should try) and there is so much difference between them it's exasperating just to hear this mindless drivel constantly repeated at me on the forums. And, ironic as it is, I am going to compare them! Simply because they're different enough, and I don't listen to what I say myself. I've no clue...
Helghast vs. Convenant
In case you didn't notice, each of those lovely bold pronouns is in fact a link! Click and gaze upon the happy people in question! Do i even need to explain the dissimilarity?
The Helghast
The inhabitants of the planet Helghan. They left earth to escape oppression, and landed on Helghan (think those Puritan smurfs colonising America). However, Helghan's less than healthy air and atmosphere poisoned the inhabitants, and basically made most of them psychotic, ugly, and unable to breath without respiration equiptment.
In an attempt to gain some revenge for having to leave Earth, the Helghast attempted to invade Earth, and by the end of the First Helghast War, the Helghast gave up, packed up and scuttled their orange-eyed behinds back to Helghan.
Then they decided to do it again, invading the planet Vekta. And thus the game does it's thang.
The Covenant
As far as I understand it, a group of alien races that follow a similar religious code. Ranging from the screeching little Grunts and Jackels, to the large and imposing Elites and Hunters.
So, militaristic and grudging Helghast, and overly religious Covenant. Oh yeh, What a rip-off...
Anyway, enough ranting at simple-minded n00bs (by the way, most of this anger is derived from that fool Paul, so if no-one else could take offense that would be fine and dandy.)
Killzone is a game that does take some getting used to. The reload times are a touch exaggerated, in that while lengthy, do not exactly give you enough time to regain your bearings in a firefight. there are a few graphical issues, with there being quite a bit of noticable glitching during play and some real oddities (it's not often you find yourself exchanging bullets with a floating gun and pair of goggles). The POV camera is more realistic than in most FPS's. While it does give a sense of realism (whose head isn't going to move when throwing a grenade?) it all to often can disorient, meaning the grenade flies a good few yards to the left of the inteded target. Still, this becomes somewhat of a minor fault, as extended play and practise means that you can get used to the movement and learn to compensate.
Even for a game set in the future, it's nice to see a lack of neon lighted weaponery and lasers. The weapon's look great, in a nutshell. The melée (location specific you Halo people) attacks are accompanied with a very nice animation with face meeting rifle butt, and do look like they hurt. Then there are the knives. Play as Luger and your knife will quickly open jugulars with the greatest of ease, or play as Hakha and throw it into the Helghast's neck before pulling it out.
The only weapon I have a problem with is the grenade launcher, and that's more a programming error. Even with full ammo, you will randomly reload for no reason with no prompting, and then be unable to fire it. Fortunately this hasn't happened anywhere vital, like in the middle of a fight, so it's not too bad. Another slight gripe is the availiability of some weapons. The Helghast Light Assualt Rifle is found everywhere, while the Helghast Missile Launcher and the Laser Designator are found on only 1 level. And while the LD is actually useful, the Missile Launcher you never actually need to use, which is a pity as it's quite a nice weapon. The Squad Cannon still gets me drooling!
The levels are nice and lengthy, something I admired about Halo. The game took me a total of 10 hours to complete on Easy, and I aim to do Normal once I have got through FFX, or when Winter-een-mas rolls around. The checkpoints in each level are usually spaced just as you need them. Many is the time I've barely scraped through a huge battle, hoping for a checkpoint, only to reach one after a few steps, but many times (especially in the later stages) it can be a frustrating exercise having to replay a part of a level several times due to an unreachable checkpoint.
Another gripe is the level start. At the end of each stage of a level, you keep the weapons and ammo you have for the next stage, meaning you're all tooled up for whatever faces you. However, at the start of every level, you're stripped down to your basic equipment. While not so bad if your playing as Rico (who starts with one of the best infantry weapons) it can be tiresome starting a level only to have to retool over again. This point is really driven home at the start of the final level, when you start outside a room containing about 9 Helghast with superior weaponary, and you have to try and either kill them all using more cover than nessecary, or risk going into the open to grab one of their guns.
One thing I didn't like about Halo was the single player on co-op. The level could seem too long on a second play. However, where Halo came into it's own more was in it's multiplayer! Killzone, by contrast a) doesn't actually have co-op play an b) isn't great at split-screen. The frame rate suffers dramatically, and since the aiming has to be precise even in single player, this makes shooting damn near impossible unless you're toe to toe. Also, it seems to suffer from what dub: The ISA/Helghast (delete as applicable) Explosion Rule. For example, if you're playing as ISA, it's the Helghast Explosion rule. The rule is as follows:
For every 1 explosion needed to kill you, 4 are needed on the Helghast
Many is the time I've dropped an entire load of grenades at an opponent's feet, only to have him walk out of the smoke calm as ever. However, it invariably takes only 1 (no matter how inaccurate) blast to kill me. Still, while Halo and Halo 2 have their Blood Gulch and Coagulation (respectively), Killzone has it's own best map : Beachhead. Sweeeeet! Split-screen is a terrible way to play Killzone, especially since it only supports 2 players. This is another reason I want my PS2 online (hint, hint).
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But, damn do I love this game. Even for all it's faults, when I meet them i just smile and try again. I have yet to get completely stressed out at this game, and it will take some real injustice to make it happen. I wouldn't spend 10 hours killing 2019 Helghast if this game wasn't great. And it is. Oh man, it is great!
Goodnight
Richard
November 23, 2004
'Wede-' of a '-kind'
Not even sure if that title is grammatically correct, but ho hum.
Drama today was a very, VERY, VERY disturbing lesson. We have begun studying a play by Frank Wedekind (with a V) called Spring Awakening, from this book. Spring Awakening was written ion 1891 and was banned until less than 30 years ago, for very good reasons. The book's characters are all around 14 years old, and are in 'that time of life'. So, of course, they're wildly preoccupied with thought of sex and all accompanying things.
So, today we read through scenes 2, 3, 4 and 5. The good thing about being in a group with very little people is that a lot of reading is done, and (damn am I good) I read in all the scenes but 3, as Moritz, Otto and Melchior respectively. Scene 5 was the great one, since it was just me and the person reading Wendla (again, with a V. Not a welder).
To grasp a little of what went on in this scene, it might be worth clicking on this link:
Dictionary.com definition
Done it? Yup, that thing. I would have found an image to go with it, but considering the sort of stuff that comes up when I'm looking for Final Fantasy images I trust Google even less with this one.
So, anyway. Like a well placed AA sign (to the sketch) I will take you to the point of the post.
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Ok, maybe not. I started this post last week, and now i shall finish.
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In Drama today we continued this great Spring Awakening, and I shall now elaborate on the scene. I may soon have a script that i can infringe copyright on to show you better what on about i am going, but for the moment, bear with me.
There are two characters, Wendla and Melchior (as has been said). They are in the woods talking about such innocent things of little consequence. Then, in an attempt to describe to Melchior that there are evil people in the world, she tells him about her friend who's parents beat her with some regularity (this is in the 1800's by the way). However, despite trying to sound appalled and horrified at what her friend suffers, it is obvious that in fact, she rather likes the idea of being beaten, and obviously, for a girl of her coming-of-age years, this has become somewhat of a light sexual fantasy for poor old Wendla.
Melchior of course, being the male he is, doesnt pick up on her subtle flirting, even when she picks up a stick and asks him to beat her. Reluctant at first, poor Melky does what most men do when being pleaded at by a woman: he gives in and hits her with forementioned stick. She complains that he isn't doing it hard enough, until he gives in (evidently getting into it at this point), utters this immortal line :
"You wait, you bitch! I'll thrash the hide off of you!"
And then proceeds to drop the stick, beats (quite frankly) the living shit (sorry dear) out of poor Wendla, then runs off in tears, since he enjoyed it, and is now convinced he's a pervert. What a perv...
So, guess what we had to act out?
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After this jaunt into pseudo-psado-mapsochism... (yeh, i know. I wrote it.) We were then set the lovely task where by, the girls become the boys, and the boys become the girls. We then had to be our new genders and talk about sex.
Waste of a subject? I think not Teradudley!
Me, being me, was elected to be the slut of our group. The part I was born to play! 'That's my pen, sir' suddenly has WHOLE new meanings!
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So, onto today. I missed half an hour of Film Studies today, due to a stop off at the orthodontist to have my teeth cause me pain again, but I didn't miss much. We just carried on talking about our ideas of how to make the British Film Industry better than it is. First off, hats of to Chris and/or Jessie for actually being able to read the list, since i was the one that had written it. Anyhoo, in order to make this blog have a list, here are our group's ideas. We were meant to be aiming for 10, but we managed 30. Some are very silly by the way:
Drama today was a very, VERY, VERY disturbing lesson. We have begun studying a play by Frank Wedekind (with a V) called Spring Awakening, from this book. Spring Awakening was written ion 1891 and was banned until less than 30 years ago, for very good reasons. The book's characters are all around 14 years old, and are in 'that time of life'. So, of course, they're wildly preoccupied with thought of sex and all accompanying things.
So, today we read through scenes 2, 3, 4 and 5. The good thing about being in a group with very little people is that a lot of reading is done, and (damn am I good) I read in all the scenes but 3, as Moritz, Otto and Melchior respectively. Scene 5 was the great one, since it was just me and the person reading Wendla (again, with a V. Not a welder).
To grasp a little of what went on in this scene, it might be worth clicking on this link:
Dictionary.com definition
Done it? Yup, that thing. I would have found an image to go with it, but considering the sort of stuff that comes up when I'm looking for Final Fantasy images I trust Google even less with this one.
So, anyway. Like a well placed AA sign (to the sketch) I will take you to the point of the post.
-
Ok, maybe not. I started this post last week, and now i shall finish.
-
In Drama today we continued this great Spring Awakening, and I shall now elaborate on the scene. I may soon have a script that i can infringe copyright on to show you better what on about i am going, but for the moment, bear with me.
There are two characters, Wendla and Melchior (as has been said). They are in the woods talking about such innocent things of little consequence. Then, in an attempt to describe to Melchior that there are evil people in the world, she tells him about her friend who's parents beat her with some regularity (this is in the 1800's by the way). However, despite trying to sound appalled and horrified at what her friend suffers, it is obvious that in fact, she rather likes the idea of being beaten, and obviously, for a girl of her coming-of-age years, this has become somewhat of a light sexual fantasy for poor old Wendla.
Melchior of course, being the male he is, doesnt pick up on her subtle flirting, even when she picks up a stick and asks him to beat her. Reluctant at first, poor Melky does what most men do when being pleaded at by a woman: he gives in and hits her with forementioned stick. She complains that he isn't doing it hard enough, until he gives in (evidently getting into it at this point), utters this immortal line :
"You wait, you bitch! I'll thrash the hide off of you!"
And then proceeds to drop the stick, beats (quite frankly) the living shit (sorry dear) out of poor Wendla, then runs off in tears, since he enjoyed it, and is now convinced he's a pervert. What a perv...
So, guess what we had to act out?
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After this jaunt into pseudo-psado-mapsochism... (yeh, i know. I wrote it.) We were then set the lovely task where by, the girls become the boys, and the boys become the girls. We then had to be our new genders and talk about sex.
Waste of a subject? I think not Teradudley!
Me, being me, was elected to be the slut of our group. The part I was born to play! 'That's my pen, sir' suddenly has WHOLE new meanings!
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So, onto today. I missed half an hour of Film Studies today, due to a stop off at the orthodontist to have my teeth cause me pain again, but I didn't miss much. We just carried on talking about our ideas of how to make the British Film Industry better than it is. First off, hats of to Chris and/or Jessie for actually being able to read the list, since i was the one that had written it. Anyhoo, in order to make this blog have a list, here are our group's ideas. We were meant to be aiming for 10, but we managed 30. Some are very silly by the way:
- More Goverment Funding for the British Film Industry
- Cheaper Tickets for British films
- More Independant cinemas
- Make British Stage Schools free
- Film Classes compulsory on the National Curriculum
- More free entrances
- Arrest people who say Film isn't a real subject
- Bomb Hollywood
- Steal all 'good' American film ideas
- Propaganda!!!
- Make Ireland the new Hollywood
- Make Louis President
- Hire 'cheap' third world labour
- Sell England in Hollywood films
- Make British films better
- Make Film Studies more availiable in school
- Cheaper DVD's
- Less piracy
- Make cinemas show British films
- Put all the best talent in Hollywood in a room...with Malyszko...with a gun
- Commission Michael Moore to satirise Hollywood
- Dedicated terrestrial film channels
- More Rom Coms
- More breasts*
- Better conversions from book to film
- If over 80% of cast and crew British, then WE get the cash
- Loyalty clauses in British talent contracts
- If not Ireland then Gibraltar
- Kick out Madonna (but make her pay tax)
- Satirise Hollywood
* Disclaimer: This one, surprisingly enough, came from the only female member of our group. We worry as to what Paul has done to that girl...
So yes, some of them very silly. Most of the more ludicrous ones put forward by Jessie. I worry, this was the first pseudo-conversation I'd had with her, and already I'm scared. Only Sarah was faster than that.
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INTERMISSION PAUSE - Watched Bugsy Malone last night. What a film! Load of random wierdness...
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At the end of Drama today, I went across to Eden Park station in preperation for my first A-Level trip. This time, to Leicester Square with Malyszko, HWTH, and some other woman to see Denzel Washington in 'The Manchurian Candidate'. We got there with an hour and a half to go before the film started, so me, Louis and Dave went to find some food.
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INTERMISSION PAUSE II - Went to see 'Cats' on Saturday. Great show.
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So, fully no-longer-hungryness found, we walked around for a bit, I bought a tie in Switzerland, and then we wandered to the Cinema. Ok, here goes:
DickyBod's Film Review II
The Manchurian Candidate
Let's start with the reviewers favourite device of learning to count; the three words to sum up the film. Mine are : dull, boring, painful, atrocious (Yes i know that's four. It's SATIRE DAMMIT!). The film starts off bad, with an opening credit sequence that just does not fit a conspiracy thriller, more a mindless action film. Heavy rock, big punchy credits over the colours of the US flag. I was stunned. This was never a good omen.
Suffice to say, I didn't like the film. It currently ranks close to Gothika in my list of all time favourite films. And if you read the post on that you'll know how much that means. In fact, I'm not sure I can even be beeswaxed to write a review for this pathetic excuse for a film. I feel I should watch the original version just to see if that was any better (Something I don't doubt. Plan 9 from Outer Space is probably better...). All i can say is, Shaw's mother is a dirty, DIRTY DIRTY WOMAN. THAT'S YOUR SON YOU SICK WOMAN!
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OK, done. If I can work up the energy to post tomorrow after contact badminton i shall do my second game review. This issue: Killzone.
G'night
Skimbleshanks The Railway Cat
Paper or Plastic?
Playing: Killzone
Reading: Bold's Fold
Listening to: 'The Jellicle Ball' - C@'s
Watching: The Manchurian Candidate
Annoyed with: Hollywood remakes
Confused about: How Jessie's head works
Mood: Tired, complacent
Song currently stuck in head: 'Prologue' - C@'s
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Prologue' - C@'s
November 21, 2004
For the love of all things fraggable!!!!
Being the egotistical person that i am, I again made a search in Goolge for the word 'dickybod', that I might bask in the glow of internet recognition. 2 results in particular made me choke on my Ribena.
1) MSN Sex searches
This one was due to my repeated use of the word 'sex' in my post mimicking Mr Tarantino. The next result however was, like the URL, not right.... not right at all...
Have a look. I have no idea why its on there, and I really DON'T want to know... also, those of you of a sensitive nature (or my parents) may not want to look at the ad to the right of it. You have been warned.
Underage Dolls search results (DON'T ASK)
For my own sanity I am avoiding the other results, and after this post is complete I shall find wherever I used the phrase and erase it. To think that my blog is used for evil!
Damn that Otis...
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So, to the post. As you will probably be aware, Contact: Badminton was fun on Wednesday. I look forward to Wednesday. Not only for the joys of Contact: Badminton and the possibility of mimcking the video on Teradud's blog, but also since 4 months since I racked up a masive bill on the phone. Twas worth it though m'dear!
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Speaking of the Teradud, his latest post r0xx0r3d my b0xx0r2 so much, that I will now steal his idea. What's that? Oh yes, i meant 'I was inspired to do the same, since he was so original'. Copyright Pending.
My Own Obsessions
The Lord Of The Rings
I mean, come on, do I even need to explain this? Obvbiously I will, for all those braindead hicks who thought Legolas sounded like someone who should have been drunk the whole time. Cretins. So what is it I love so much about this trilogy? Settle down, and let me tell you a tale.
In the run up to the first film being released, I decided to read the book. I am a firm believer in the age old idea that the book is invariably better than the film. So, I pulled the musty copy of The Fellowship of the Ring down from it's shelf, and opened. Now, I'm not going to go into the old cliché of "I opened the book, and from the very first page I was hooked!" because thats a load of tosh. In fact, the book bored me to death. I almost gave up for good once it got to Tom Bombadil (sorry you Tolkien nerds). But, not wanting to see the film before I had finished the book, I persevered, and by Amon Hen and the Breaking of The Fellowship, I truly was hooked. I instantly went onto the Two Towers, again loving the brilliance of the writing and the world Tolkien had made. Helm's Deep left me still hungry for more, so out came Return of the King. What a finish. Truly amazing. Then, I remembered the point of reading the books, and I needed to see the films.
As it turns out, I never wen't to see the film. I had to wait to borrow my friend's copy of the original on DVD to see it for the first time, and once again, the magic was there. The Two Towers was, if anything, better than the Fellowship. Watching the fight for Helm's Deep was something truly special.
I believe it was December the 17th that Return of the King opened. Me, Dave, Jon and Lewis (I think...) went via the dreaded public transport to see it, on the first day it opened. Not only was it the first day of public release, it was also the first time I had cinema Nachos. Very nice they were too. But how could i type the sheer, raw emotion i felt at every moment of the film? The prologue, showing Sméagol finding the Ring, the journey through Shelob's Lair, the raid of Osgiliath, the orcs marching from Minas Morgul, the battle for Minas Tirith, Sam's fight in Cirith Ungol, The Black Gate, and the destruction of the Ring. True moments that left me breathless.
I haven't seen the film since. Not that I don't want to. I am waiting for the Extended Edition slowly and patiently. The gap of a year means that watching it again will just bring out the same feeling of joy, fear, sorrow and love I felt the first time around, and it's those feelings I never want to lose...
Swords
Yeh, this one. I think this one is a spin off of the above obsession. I mean, Orlando Bloom made Archery the number 1 sport in England after it came out, but theres something about swords i've grown to love. The obsession began in Yr10-11 english ('opf boys'). With no learning to be bothered to be done, I would doodle on a notepad I had acquired for a poetry lecture. Eventually, my technique grew to a rather astonishing degree, and I was spewing them out with ease. Eventually, I believe i reached my apex with this page. Yes, this is a link. The bottom 2 are crap, the other three I rather like.
But eventually, even drawing them wasn't enough. I'd be swinging sticks around, and when Labyrinthe reared it's ten-sided dice head, I was in awe. SWORDS!!! But alas, latex lacks the weight and sheer coolness of the real deal. I had nailed it. I-wanted-a-sword...
And thus my answer was found here (link will now be at side). I have spent far too long looking and drooling, and I have found the sword i want. Strangely enough... it's made of wood... but less than 7 quid!!! Drool...
But, it may never be. Simply for the danger factor. Still.... drool...
Final Fantasy
Yes, shameful to admit it. Let me tell you another tale. Twas June 11, 1999. I had recently turned 11, and thus had been bought by my parents a Playstation. The only games I actually had at that point were Grand Theft Auto and GTA: London. I was returning from somewhere with my mum, and we entered West Wickham High Street. From little more from one person at school hyping it up, in WHSmiths I got my grubby hands on my very first gaming impulse buy. Final Fantasy VII. How little the name meant then. So, I started to play, and quickly got into it. Then, over 6 months later, I had heard tell of the sequel's imminent release. I had loved every second of FFVII, and I knew that VIII could only be better. One flaw remained... I never had completed VII. I had got to the second form of Sephy, and had been wiped out instantly. Time for action methought. After a weeks solid levelling up and materia breeding, I entered the North Cave for the second ever time. I did even worse than the first time. Deeply enraged at this upset, I loaded my game and went back. I wasn't giving up. VIII was out in a matter of weeks! I went back to Sephiroth, and stayed standing tensely in front of our living room television for a solid 3 and a half hours, all the time healing, defending, getting the odd attack in. Then, the One-Winged Angel dissolved into the ether, and I sat down. It was over... Then the third fight began. One on One. Mano a Mano. Hero vs. Villain. Cloud vs. Sephiroth. I watched the Limit Guage fill... and pressed O twice. How deeply satisfying that was. 13 attacks, each cut accompanied by that shrill SHWING sound effect, but DAMN did it feel good...
And thus, VII came to an end. After a brief rental, I bought VIII. Then, less than a year later, IX, which I wasn't to complete until later. Then VI, if only for the demo of X. Then X itself. And how X rocked. VIII and IX sure, had been great, but X was the first since VII that made me feel such sheer pleasure from every moment of play. How could they mess it up? After the purchase of IV, V, I and II, Square-Enix showed me precisely how that could mess it up. X-2. Shudder...
And so, here's to March, and the pain or joy that only Final Fantasy XII could bring. Will it be another VII? Or will it be the game that everyone mistook X-2 to be called? Could it echo the mediocre IX? Most importantly, will I want to care? No. This is FF! Who cares how crap it is? A crap Square-Enix game almost equals the best any other developer has to offer.
Writing/RP'ing
I know, I'm a geek. But there's a simple joy ot be had in writing something, be it the factual posts of this blog to the bizarre fantasies of a good roleplay. My love of RP began as a spinoff of FF, in that I was able to shape the fantasy worlds I loved in the games into my own vision, or create my own worlds and characters entirely. And thus came the pinnacle of my RP life : Heliotopia. Itself a take on the world we had created via NationStates, the humble band of 10 we created in mere minutes went on an adventure were we knew nothing of what would happen, but that we knew we could affect what happened in that situation. And for two months Dave, Jon and I (to a lesser extent Baz) wrote what became a massive adventure, which I have decided to read again. I have it saved on Word, and damn is it long. 32,215 words, 97 pages (at size 9 font), 17 chapters, 30 characters at start, less than 10 at the end and all of it has drastically affected our nations. My hat off to Heliotopia. What a masterpeice. How fantastic it was to be a part of it...
I may post the current one i am doing with Dave. Again, to do with our nations. Valmar has invaded Pisylvania, for reasons yet unclear, and the result unknown. We structure it by playing a game of Worms 2 against each other. Then, we take the 8 worms's names, make them soldiers in our military and post a more detailed version of it. Currently, Valmar has won all 5 games, but with some near losses. Dave has yet to write up the latest battle, but I am looking forward to writing the reply to it. I love reading the posts as much as writing them, since there's some charm in it's amateur nature.
DC is another. I just love it, full stop. And I don't know why. There's just just some fascinating charm in it. I don't know. But damn, is it fun!
Sarah
Well, not really an obsession. But she does deserve a mention
[NAUSEA INDUCING STATEMENT CENSORED]
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Ok, better stop now. Downloaded GIMP today, and I am having much fun with it. Hopefully i can persuade Dave to teach me it's usage, since he is damn fine with it.
G'late sunday evening
Jihr/Valmar
(haven't done one of these since 10/11/04. Blimey...)
Playing: Killzone
Reading: Heliotopia
Listening to: 'Discovery' (album) Daft Punk
Watching: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Annoyed with: My inability to find employment via my own incompetence
Confused about: How my head works
Mood: Peaceful
Song currently stuck in head: 'In Me Burberry'
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Drifting' - Four Non-Blondes
1) MSN Sex searches
This one was due to my repeated use of the word 'sex' in my post mimicking Mr Tarantino. The next result however was, like the URL, not right.... not right at all...
Have a look. I have no idea why its on there, and I really DON'T want to know... also, those of you of a sensitive nature (or my parents) may not want to look at the ad to the right of it. You have been warned.
Underage Dolls search results (DON'T ASK)
For my own sanity I am avoiding the other results, and after this post is complete I shall find wherever I used the phrase and erase it. To think that my blog is used for evil!
Damn that Otis...
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So, to the post. As you will probably be aware, Contact: Badminton was fun on Wednesday. I look forward to Wednesday. Not only for the joys of Contact: Badminton and the possibility of mimcking the video on Teradud's blog, but also since 4 months since I racked up a masive bill on the phone. Twas worth it though m'dear!
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Speaking of the Teradud, his latest post r0xx0r3d my b0xx0r2 so much, that I will now steal his idea. What's that? Oh yes, i meant 'I was inspired to do the same, since he was so original'. Copyright Pending.
My Own Obsessions
The Lord Of The Rings
I mean, come on, do I even need to explain this? Obvbiously I will, for all those braindead hicks who thought Legolas sounded like someone who should have been drunk the whole time. Cretins. So what is it I love so much about this trilogy? Settle down, and let me tell you a tale.
In the run up to the first film being released, I decided to read the book. I am a firm believer in the age old idea that the book is invariably better than the film. So, I pulled the musty copy of The Fellowship of the Ring down from it's shelf, and opened. Now, I'm not going to go into the old cliché of "I opened the book, and from the very first page I was hooked!" because thats a load of tosh. In fact, the book bored me to death. I almost gave up for good once it got to Tom Bombadil (sorry you Tolkien nerds). But, not wanting to see the film before I had finished the book, I persevered, and by Amon Hen and the Breaking of The Fellowship, I truly was hooked. I instantly went onto the Two Towers, again loving the brilliance of the writing and the world Tolkien had made. Helm's Deep left me still hungry for more, so out came Return of the King. What a finish. Truly amazing. Then, I remembered the point of reading the books, and I needed to see the films.
As it turns out, I never wen't to see the film. I had to wait to borrow my friend's copy of the original on DVD to see it for the first time, and once again, the magic was there. The Two Towers was, if anything, better than the Fellowship. Watching the fight for Helm's Deep was something truly special.
I believe it was December the 17th that Return of the King opened. Me, Dave, Jon and Lewis (I think...) went via the dreaded public transport to see it, on the first day it opened. Not only was it the first day of public release, it was also the first time I had cinema Nachos. Very nice they were too. But how could i type the sheer, raw emotion i felt at every moment of the film? The prologue, showing Sméagol finding the Ring, the journey through Shelob's Lair, the raid of Osgiliath, the orcs marching from Minas Morgul, the battle for Minas Tirith, Sam's fight in Cirith Ungol, The Black Gate, and the destruction of the Ring. True moments that left me breathless.
I haven't seen the film since. Not that I don't want to. I am waiting for the Extended Edition slowly and patiently. The gap of a year means that watching it again will just bring out the same feeling of joy, fear, sorrow and love I felt the first time around, and it's those feelings I never want to lose...
Swords
Yeh, this one. I think this one is a spin off of the above obsession. I mean, Orlando Bloom made Archery the number 1 sport in England after it came out, but theres something about swords i've grown to love. The obsession began in Yr10-11 english ('opf boys'). With no learning to be bothered to be done, I would doodle on a notepad I had acquired for a poetry lecture. Eventually, my technique grew to a rather astonishing degree, and I was spewing them out with ease. Eventually, I believe i reached my apex with this page. Yes, this is a link. The bottom 2 are crap, the other three I rather like.
But eventually, even drawing them wasn't enough. I'd be swinging sticks around, and when Labyrinthe reared it's ten-sided dice head, I was in awe. SWORDS!!! But alas, latex lacks the weight and sheer coolness of the real deal. I had nailed it. I-wanted-a-sword...
And thus my answer was found here (link will now be at side). I have spent far too long looking and drooling, and I have found the sword i want. Strangely enough... it's made of wood... but less than 7 quid!!! Drool...
But, it may never be. Simply for the danger factor. Still.... drool...
Final Fantasy
Yes, shameful to admit it. Let me tell you another tale. Twas June 11, 1999. I had recently turned 11, and thus had been bought by my parents a Playstation. The only games I actually had at that point were Grand Theft Auto and GTA: London. I was returning from somewhere with my mum, and we entered West Wickham High Street. From little more from one person at school hyping it up, in WHSmiths I got my grubby hands on my very first gaming impulse buy. Final Fantasy VII. How little the name meant then. So, I started to play, and quickly got into it. Then, over 6 months later, I had heard tell of the sequel's imminent release. I had loved every second of FFVII, and I knew that VIII could only be better. One flaw remained... I never had completed VII. I had got to the second form of Sephy, and had been wiped out instantly. Time for action methought. After a weeks solid levelling up and materia breeding, I entered the North Cave for the second ever time. I did even worse than the first time. Deeply enraged at this upset, I loaded my game and went back. I wasn't giving up. VIII was out in a matter of weeks! I went back to Sephiroth, and stayed standing tensely in front of our living room television for a solid 3 and a half hours, all the time healing, defending, getting the odd attack in. Then, the One-Winged Angel dissolved into the ether, and I sat down. It was over... Then the third fight began. One on One. Mano a Mano. Hero vs. Villain. Cloud vs. Sephiroth. I watched the Limit Guage fill... and pressed O twice. How deeply satisfying that was. 13 attacks, each cut accompanied by that shrill SHWING sound effect, but DAMN did it feel good...
And thus, VII came to an end. After a brief rental, I bought VIII. Then, less than a year later, IX, which I wasn't to complete until later. Then VI, if only for the demo of X. Then X itself. And how X rocked. VIII and IX sure, had been great, but X was the first since VII that made me feel such sheer pleasure from every moment of play. How could they mess it up? After the purchase of IV, V, I and II, Square-Enix showed me precisely how that could mess it up. X-2. Shudder...
And so, here's to March, and the pain or joy that only Final Fantasy XII could bring. Will it be another VII? Or will it be the game that everyone mistook X-2 to be called? Could it echo the mediocre IX? Most importantly, will I want to care? No. This is FF! Who cares how crap it is? A crap Square-Enix game almost equals the best any other developer has to offer.
Writing/RP'ing
I know, I'm a geek. But there's a simple joy ot be had in writing something, be it the factual posts of this blog to the bizarre fantasies of a good roleplay. My love of RP began as a spinoff of FF, in that I was able to shape the fantasy worlds I loved in the games into my own vision, or create my own worlds and characters entirely. And thus came the pinnacle of my RP life : Heliotopia. Itself a take on the world we had created via NationStates, the humble band of 10 we created in mere minutes went on an adventure were we knew nothing of what would happen, but that we knew we could affect what happened in that situation. And for two months Dave, Jon and I (to a lesser extent Baz) wrote what became a massive adventure, which I have decided to read again. I have it saved on Word, and damn is it long. 32,215 words, 97 pages (at size 9 font), 17 chapters, 30 characters at start, less than 10 at the end and all of it has drastically affected our nations. My hat off to Heliotopia. What a masterpeice. How fantastic it was to be a part of it...
I may post the current one i am doing with Dave. Again, to do with our nations. Valmar has invaded Pisylvania, for reasons yet unclear, and the result unknown. We structure it by playing a game of Worms 2 against each other. Then, we take the 8 worms's names, make them soldiers in our military and post a more detailed version of it. Currently, Valmar has won all 5 games, but with some near losses. Dave has yet to write up the latest battle, but I am looking forward to writing the reply to it. I love reading the posts as much as writing them, since there's some charm in it's amateur nature.
DC is another. I just love it, full stop. And I don't know why. There's just just some fascinating charm in it. I don't know. But damn, is it fun!
Sarah
Well, not really an obsession. But she does deserve a mention
[NAUSEA INDUCING STATEMENT CENSORED]
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Ok, better stop now. Downloaded GIMP today, and I am having much fun with it. Hopefully i can persuade Dave to teach me it's usage, since he is damn fine with it.
G'late sunday evening
Jihr/Valmar
(haven't done one of these since 10/11/04. Blimey...)
Playing: Killzone
Reading: Heliotopia
Listening to: 'Discovery' (album) Daft Punk
Watching: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Annoyed with: My inability to find employment via my own incompetence
Confused about: How my head works
Mood: Peaceful
Song currently stuck in head: 'In Me Burberry'
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Drifting' - Four Non-Blondes
November 17, 2004
There you go
This post marks the 8th in a row! Considering other things going on, it ends........ here
November 16, 2004
Fido, Gendolf, Sammy, Mirry, Poppin, Barrowmir, Regolas, Arogarn and Spimli
The Dickyblog Games Review
Issue 1
'The Lord of the Rings, The Third Age'
My life for an underline tag. Comment if you know one!
So, The Third Age. I shall start by linking this summary of the game, courtesy of our good friend and role-model, Ethan. Read it? Fantoobious.
Let me clarify what is said in the strip. Yup, thar be teh co-op battles. Yup, ye be not the Fellowship. And while this in theory sounds like a terrible waste, I for one think it's rather clever. I mean, even someone completely ignorant by now knows the basic plot of LOTR, let alone the rivals to Ian Spodworth (the ultimate Tolkien nerd). Since this plot must be stuck to very rigidly, it means that playing the game will be pointless. In any argument I have about which is better of FFVII and FFVIII (i'm such a fanboy...) I ignore arguments about the graphics, the gameplay, the battles etc and focus on what good RPG's are made of : the story.
When you read a book, you're reading it for the story. You're reading it to get to know the characters, their situations, their world, their personalities, and how the events of the narrative affect them. The illustrations may look fantastic, they may be stick men or not there at all. It's better if they are good, becuase its more of a visual relief. But your main focus should be on the words. If the words are nonsense, you won't read it, no matter how nice the illustrations.
RPG's should be judged on STORY first, all else second
And so now to The Third Age. By playing as a character not in the Fellowship, it gives the developers more leeway in the story. For example, before you've even started playing the game, your character is attacked by 3 of the Nazgul. I was crapping myself. This was about the equivalent time that the Fellowship left Rivendell, and here I was fighting Ringwraiths! Who cares about the Fellowship now?
Their are many quests that simply coudl not have been done had you been the Fellowship. For instance, killing 3 packs of Wargs in the roads over Caradhras. So, thank you EA for giving us something new to do! ROTK was good and all, but I knew the story enough to know what would happen.
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Anyhoogan, having lingered on my opinion on the setup and story, we go to what I look for next in my RPG's. The battle system in this game is very simple to use. The reason for that being that it is almost a direct copy of Final Fantasy X's, right down to the CTB bar. Compare these screenshots:
Final Fantasy X
The Third Age
Well, at least I know how to use it... the animations are also very swish, the sounds very similar to those of the films, so it's like a slow version of the films (or the other games.)
I haven't played that far into the game to warrant much else, but since it goes back tomorrow as it is a rental, there wouldn't have been that much I could have written about. I want to get to Moria sharpish though. Cave Trolls and Balrogs!
Issue 1
'The Lord of the Rings, The Third Age'
My life for an underline tag. Comment if you know one!
So, The Third Age. I shall start by linking this summary of the game, courtesy of our good friend and role-model, Ethan. Read it? Fantoobious.
Let me clarify what is said in the strip. Yup, thar be teh co-op battles. Yup, ye be not the Fellowship. And while this in theory sounds like a terrible waste, I for one think it's rather clever. I mean, even someone completely ignorant by now knows the basic plot of LOTR, let alone the rivals to Ian Spodworth (the ultimate Tolkien nerd). Since this plot must be stuck to very rigidly, it means that playing the game will be pointless. In any argument I have about which is better of FFVII and FFVIII (i'm such a fanboy...) I ignore arguments about the graphics, the gameplay, the battles etc and focus on what good RPG's are made of : the story.
When you read a book, you're reading it for the story. You're reading it to get to know the characters, their situations, their world, their personalities, and how the events of the narrative affect them. The illustrations may look fantastic, they may be stick men or not there at all. It's better if they are good, becuase its more of a visual relief. But your main focus should be on the words. If the words are nonsense, you won't read it, no matter how nice the illustrations.
RPG's should be judged on STORY first, all else second
And so now to The Third Age. By playing as a character not in the Fellowship, it gives the developers more leeway in the story. For example, before you've even started playing the game, your character is attacked by 3 of the Nazgul. I was crapping myself. This was about the equivalent time that the Fellowship left Rivendell, and here I was fighting Ringwraiths! Who cares about the Fellowship now?
Their are many quests that simply coudl not have been done had you been the Fellowship. For instance, killing 3 packs of Wargs in the roads over Caradhras. So, thank you EA for giving us something new to do! ROTK was good and all, but I knew the story enough to know what would happen.
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Anyhoogan, having lingered on my opinion on the setup and story, we go to what I look for next in my RPG's. The battle system in this game is very simple to use. The reason for that being that it is almost a direct copy of Final Fantasy X's, right down to the CTB bar. Compare these screenshots:
Final Fantasy X
The Third Age
Well, at least I know how to use it... the animations are also very swish, the sounds very similar to those of the films, so it's like a slow version of the films (or the other games.)
I haven't played that far into the game to warrant much else, but since it goes back tomorrow as it is a rental, there wouldn't have been that much I could have written about. I want to get to Moria sharpish though. Cave Trolls and Balrogs!
November 15, 2004
I'm crazy aboucha baby!
Not quite sure why i'm crazy about your baby but still...
Today has been a weird day. I woke up, and actually managed to get up within a reasonable time to allow me to get to school on time, despite haveing been up until 2 in the morning (mum, might want to ignore that...).
Film was a classic subject. Started looking at Goldfinger in a way to analyse the use of ideological representations in the film, while at the same time establishing that Malyzsko doesn't "give a sh*t about Sophie!".
Drama, Drama. Great fun this one, not least becuase we were looking at a Stephen Berkoff play based on a story by "Edgar Alien Poe". All was good because Nick, Danielle and I somehow turned it into a musical. Pshaw...
Media Studies was a random cacophony of phantasmagorical fantasticness... wow.... what a sentence! We basically got on with our coursework preperation, but MAN did Malyszko have the greatest speeches! The most random comments included:
"D'you know, 4 people in this room are left handed?"
"Now, Savill has wrists of steel. He says it's because of playing games, but I'm not sure WHAT games he's playing..."
Then, the all time classic quote. Picture the scene. Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On" has started playing, and as is stereotypically normal, almost all girls go: "Awww this song is sooo sweet!" and all boys leap out of the nearest pane of glass for fear of their lives (or hearing). Sydney is then saying that the Winslet woman should have got in the lifeboat then they could have lived happily ever after, but Malyszko claimed that his sacrificing himself for her made her lead the wonderful life she did. From here, I quote:
"Look, that sacrifice that Leo made for that woman was a selfless act, that men have been doing for generations. Listen boys, we routinely scarifice ourselves for the sake of women, and what do we get from women in return? SWEET FANNY ADAMS is what we get. Remember this boys: Leo died for US!"
I mean, what a character!!!
Anyway, onto English, which was as boring as it gets.
Then in retake maths (yeh, still on that...) , Olli and Matt managed to write about 8 lines of the planning on their second piece of coursework (rough version). In an hour. Whereas I did:
Today has been a weird day. I woke up, and actually managed to get up within a reasonable time to allow me to get to school on time, despite haveing been up until 2 in the morning (mum, might want to ignore that...).
Film was a classic subject. Started looking at Goldfinger in a way to analyse the use of ideological representations in the film, while at the same time establishing that Malyzsko doesn't "give a sh*t about Sophie!".
Drama, Drama. Great fun this one, not least becuase we were looking at a Stephen Berkoff play based on a story by "Edgar Alien Poe". All was good because Nick, Danielle and I somehow turned it into a musical. Pshaw...
Media Studies was a random cacophony of phantasmagorical fantasticness... wow.... what a sentence! We basically got on with our coursework preperation, but MAN did Malyszko have the greatest speeches! The most random comments included:
"D'you know, 4 people in this room are left handed?"
"Now, Savill has wrists of steel. He says it's because of playing games, but I'm not sure WHAT games he's playing..."
Then, the all time classic quote. Picture the scene. Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On" has started playing, and as is stereotypically normal, almost all girls go: "Awww this song is sooo sweet!" and all boys leap out of the nearest pane of glass for fear of their lives (or hearing). Sydney is then saying that the Winslet woman should have got in the lifeboat then they could have lived happily ever after, but Malyszko claimed that his sacrificing himself for her made her lead the wonderful life she did. From here, I quote:
"Look, that sacrifice that Leo made for that woman was a selfless act, that men have been doing for generations. Listen boys, we routinely scarifice ourselves for the sake of women, and what do we get from women in return? SWEET FANNY ADAMS is what we get. Remember this boys: Leo died for US!"
I mean, what a character!!!
Anyway, onto English, which was as boring as it gets.
Then in retake maths (yeh, still on that...) , Olli and Matt managed to write about 8 lines of the planning on their second piece of coursework (rough version). In an hour. Whereas I did:
- 3/4 of a side of A4 planning and introduction
- Diagram
- 1st set of work and calculations relating to said diagram
- 2nd set of work and calculation relating to said diagram
Now I need to write that evaluation and the conclusions, write it all in neat and my second peice of coursework is done, done DONE!
The sorrow of that is when I realised halfway home that this piece of coursework will be entered in with the next exam we do...which is the next retake...in June... which, if i get a C in Janurary...I don't do...
I spent a LOT of effort in an hour... ON AN IRRELEVANT PIECE OF COURSEWORK!!!
Bloody education system...
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Also, my hitmap seems to have reset itself. No biggy though, since Teradud's has done the same.
On that topic, I played Tera at Worms over the internet and, in every sense of the word, PWNED H15 N00BuL@R @55!!! Ro><><0rs!
That is to say, out of 8 worms a team, he ended the match with 0, i ended with 7. That brings a total of 5 battles, with 5 victories to me. Valmar r t3h r0xxors!
Goodnight!
November 14, 2004
Much normality reigns
Something I've noticed. The one thing that REALLY irritates me regarding blogger.com is that when typing a post, and i click anything, it will say "Are you sure you want to navigate away from this page? It has unsaved changes!" thus giving you a chance to cancel the movement and save your precious post (well, not YOUR precious posts of course. Only mine MWAHAHAHH i want friends...). What REALLY annoys me is when you accidently press the spacebar when your not meant to, and the page moves away, without asking me if 'tis ok. Thus losing me my post. ARG!!!
Anyway, I've ranted on that problem before, so I am sure you know a lot about it (possibly by it happening to you. But not Teradud. NOooooooooooo, he uses Word!! La de DA...). My real irritance i only noticed now that i have titles. I can be violently ripped from this wondrous page of the posts, and my post will be lost... but my title will not. MAKE IT THE OTHER WAY AROUND YOU BASTARDS!!!!
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Sigh. I have a cold. And not the nice sort. The one that makes you really annoyed with everything, but i all made better by the tingly feeling of sneezing. Aah!
My quest to post at least once a day for a week could end here. I cannot think of a single thing to write. Inspiration is lacking with a cold, and the effort is lacking. I shall attempt a better post tomorrow. School always give me something to rant about...
Anyway, I've ranted on that problem before, so I am sure you know a lot about it (possibly by it happening to you. But not Teradud. NOooooooooooo, he uses Word!! La de DA...). My real irritance i only noticed now that i have titles. I can be violently ripped from this wondrous page of the posts, and my post will be lost... but my title will not. MAKE IT THE OTHER WAY AROUND YOU BASTARDS!!!!
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Sigh. I have a cold. And not the nice sort. The one that makes you really annoyed with everything, but i all made better by the tingly feeling of sneezing. Aah!
My quest to post at least once a day for a week could end here. I cannot think of a single thing to write. Inspiration is lacking with a cold, and the effort is lacking. I shall attempt a better post tomorrow. School always give me something to rant about...
November 13, 2004
So good I named it once
I am on a webcam conversation with Ell, and 4 of her very bizarre friends. Since this conversation is making my brain hurt slightly, I'm going to just be random, and completely rip off Chef Brian. Give me a second to don my 'l337 chef' apron...
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Oh what a solid wall is a salmon. Its scales are like the tingling of an itch, while as soft as a marzipan roll. The figs on the date tree are imposters, and should be eaten like a steak; boiled with mushrooms and feathers. It is important to note that wrenches are more trustworthy than they otherwise appear. In fact, like many a pane of glass, they can turn 180 degrees when in heavy traffic.
Interesting fact : The dodo was made extinct by fossil fuels, ingested through the sphincter. A complex array of weasels makes ovulation possible, despite the soul being trapped by linear progression of the Juno Reactor album.
New York is like a pony, in that it is called apple. The form and size of iguana's are governed by the koala bear, which has it's minions of Paddington bear clones ready to invade Kazakhstan. Bush smells like a ripe tomato, and Cheney is his beef.
Salutations and ripe caterpillar urchin
Keeper of the Kerosine
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Oh what a solid wall is a salmon. Its scales are like the tingling of an itch, while as soft as a marzipan roll. The figs on the date tree are imposters, and should be eaten like a steak; boiled with mushrooms and feathers. It is important to note that wrenches are more trustworthy than they otherwise appear. In fact, like many a pane of glass, they can turn 180 degrees when in heavy traffic.
Interesting fact : The dodo was made extinct by fossil fuels, ingested through the sphincter. A complex array of weasels makes ovulation possible, despite the soul being trapped by linear progression of the Juno Reactor album.
New York is like a pony, in that it is called apple. The form and size of iguana's are governed by the koala bear, which has it's minions of Paddington bear clones ready to invade Kazakhstan. Bush smells like a ripe tomato, and Cheney is his beef.
Salutations and ripe caterpillar urchin
Keeper of the Kerosine
November 12, 2004
Destructor Fish Will Die!
Like many good songs that haunt the internet, or indeed on rare occasion the Top 10 *shudder* it transpires that some songs have titles that have NOTHING to do with the song whatsoever. Quite a few Nightwish songs never mention the title in the lyrics, My Immortal from Evanescance did the same. So, in vague homage to these wondrous works this post has a title that has nothing to do with the post 'propa'
Aren't songs, even great songs, annoying once stuck in the head? Even worse when there's two of the buggers in there!!!
The Bugsy Malone auditions I was hoping to go to in the week have been moved to the week after. So pish to thee Miss P.
Two new links, one original, one revived. Dan Oakner (psychadelically pseudonymic) now has a blog, and will hopefully post on it if he realises that people do read our blogs, honest. The second is a pseudoblog, with fictional works as it's centre. You may remember it (if anyone read it other than me and Ell) from a while ago, but The Deity Chronicles has some importance here, as it has started up a new category on the sidebar: 'Fiction Blogs', which has only 2 occupants. How nice.
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So, to the point. I got this 'high-larrius' email recently:
"hey ther i was redain your blog and thout iwould mail you lol cos its well funny and you rock man you are like GOD mant yeh you are wicked, howe do you cum up with this lol your arethe bisnessman lolol"
Which, after much cleansing of my eyes, translated to:
"hey there i was reading your blog and thought i would e-mail you lol cos its well funny and you rock. You are like GOD man, yeh you are wicked. How do you come up with this lol! You are the businessman lolol"
Don't quite see how i qualify as a businessman. Still, for those of you who are far too upperclass for this urchin's colloquialisms(sp?), here it is again:
"Why hello there my good man. I was partaking of a read of your 'web-log', and I mused upon sending you an electronic mail. I find it to be most humourous in nature, and you yourself are clearly a staple of society. You could be equated to the highest order of the social echelons, in your smart observations and witty comments. I must inquire as to whom else contributes to your postages, for 'tis unnatural for literary prose of such calibre to be purely from one source. Who else writes these words? I close, with: 'You are one that sells factory made comestibles.'"
Still not sure how the businessman comment works, but oh well. Anyhoo, this mail got me thinking. Why not tell the lovely people who does work on this blog? So, prepare yourself for:
The Dickyblog Credit's!
Written by – Richard Stewart
HTML written by – blogger.com/Richard Stewart
Edited by – Richard Stewart
Template by – Jason Sutter
Images taken with - Fujifilm FinePix f410
Images hosted by - PhotoBucket
Soundtrack provided by – Windows Media Player
Song stuck in head by - Yngwie Malmsteen
Vocabulary provided by - The Dictionary
Backup writing tool - Word 2000
Main Distraction While Blogging - MSN Messenger
Sense of humour by - Early exposure to Python
Sceptism and cynism provided by - The crap world we’re in
Love of written word by - Many many books
Sidebar – Richard Stewart
HitCounter – www.123counters.com
Quote of the [Insert Time Frame] - VariousWorldMap Hit Indicator by - HitMaps
Sign off by – uk.playstation.com
Aliases by – Myself, Chris, Ell, Grandia II, Sarah
Title by - Chris
People brought to Blogger by me - 9
Copyrights:
NationStates - Max Barry
Ctrl-Alt-Del - Tim Buckley
Stick Suicide - Matt Melvin
Newgrounds - Tom Fulp
Weebl and Bob - Jonti Picking
Kid Radd - Dan Miller
White Ninja - Scott Bevan and Kent Earle.
Playstation – Sony
Destructor Fish - Stompp
Musical entertainment by - Nightwish, Nobuo Uematsu, Stompp, Fahrenheit 451
Love of fantasy by - Final Fantasy (Hironobu Sakaguchi)
Love o’ me life – Sa
Readers – YOU
Email that made this credit block exist written by – Me
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Well wasn't that fun! Do I smell a bandwagon?
TuttyBye
Richie Baby
Aren't songs, even great songs, annoying once stuck in the head? Even worse when there's two of the buggers in there!!!
The Bugsy Malone auditions I was hoping to go to in the week have been moved to the week after. So pish to thee Miss P.
Two new links, one original, one revived. Dan Oakner (psychadelically pseudonymic) now has a blog, and will hopefully post on it if he realises that people do read our blogs, honest. The second is a pseudoblog, with fictional works as it's centre. You may remember it (if anyone read it other than me and Ell) from a while ago, but The Deity Chronicles has some importance here, as it has started up a new category on the sidebar: 'Fiction Blogs', which has only 2 occupants. How nice.
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So, to the point. I got this 'high-larrius' email recently:
"hey ther i was redain your blog and thout iwould mail you lol cos its well funny and you rock man you are like GOD mant yeh you are wicked, howe do you cum up with this lol your arethe bisnessman lolol"
Which, after much cleansing of my eyes, translated to:
"hey there i was reading your blog and thought i would e-mail you lol cos its well funny and you rock. You are like GOD man, yeh you are wicked. How do you come up with this lol! You are the businessman lolol"
Don't quite see how i qualify as a businessman. Still, for those of you who are far too upperclass for this urchin's colloquialisms(sp?), here it is again:
"Why hello there my good man. I was partaking of a read of your 'web-log', and I mused upon sending you an electronic mail. I find it to be most humourous in nature, and you yourself are clearly a staple of society. You could be equated to the highest order of the social echelons, in your smart observations and witty comments. I must inquire as to whom else contributes to your postages, for 'tis unnatural for literary prose of such calibre to be purely from one source. Who else writes these words? I close, with: 'You are one that sells factory made comestibles.'"
Still not sure how the businessman comment works, but oh well. Anyhoo, this mail got me thinking. Why not tell the lovely people who does work on this blog? So, prepare yourself for:
The Dickyblog Credit's!
Written by – Richard Stewart
HTML written by – blogger.com/Richard Stewart
Edited by – Richard Stewart
Template by – Jason Sutter
Images taken with - Fujifilm FinePix f410
Images hosted by - PhotoBucket
Soundtrack provided by – Windows Media Player
Song stuck in head by - Yngwie Malmsteen
Vocabulary provided by - The Dictionary
Backup writing tool - Word 2000
Main Distraction While Blogging - MSN Messenger
Sense of humour by - Early exposure to Python
Sceptism and cynism provided by - The crap world we’re in
Love of written word by - Many many books
Sidebar – Richard Stewart
HitCounter – www.123counters.com
Quote of the [Insert Time Frame] - VariousWorldMap Hit Indicator by - HitMaps
Sign off by – uk.playstation.com
Aliases by – Myself, Chris, Ell, Grandia II, Sarah
Title by - Chris
People brought to Blogger by me - 9
Copyrights:
NationStates - Max Barry
Ctrl-Alt-Del - Tim Buckley
Stick Suicide - Matt Melvin
Newgrounds - Tom Fulp
Weebl and Bob - Jonti Picking
Kid Radd - Dan Miller
White Ninja - Scott Bevan and Kent Earle.
Playstation – Sony
Destructor Fish - Stompp
Musical entertainment by - Nightwish, Nobuo Uematsu, Stompp, Fahrenheit 451
Love of fantasy by - Final Fantasy (Hironobu Sakaguchi)
Love o’ me life – Sa
Readers – YOU
Email that made this credit block exist written by – Me
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Well wasn't that fun! Do I smell a bandwagon?
TuttyBye
Richie Baby
November 11, 2004
Tempt Tempt Tempt...
I am going to tempt you to read this post, as this strip that is comic instructs.
baz smells
Sigh, what can I write...
baz smells
'tis the Ell's birthday today, so Happeh Birthdeh to the her.baz smells
baz smells
-baz smells
baz smells
'Twas discovered today that HWTH also has a bizarre attraction (perhaps subconsciously) to mens swimwear. He wrote this on the board, during another discussion/presentation day:
Editing
Quick Cuts - pace
Shot rev shot = speedo
Logical sequence of events
Speedo? Oook. A chav in speedos. Mad man. Lots of hair too. Unless he waxes...
Meh, i can post no more for the now. Too tired, this PC is being slo-o-o-o-ow and not the most helpful pigeon.
Tuttular bye
baz smells
Sigh, what can I write...
baz smells
'tis the Ell's birthday today, so Happeh Birthdeh to the her.baz smells
baz smells
-baz smells
baz smells
'Twas discovered today that HWTH also has a bizarre attraction (perhaps subconsciously) to mens swimwear. He wrote this on the board, during another discussion/presentation day:
Editing
Quick Cuts - pace
Shot rev shot = speedo
Logical sequence of events
Speedo? Oook. A chav in speedos. Mad man. Lots of hair too. Unless he waxes...
Meh, i can post no more for the now. Too tired, this PC is being slo-o-o-o-ow and not the most helpful pigeon.
Tuttular bye
November 10, 2004
Valmar's Believe It Or Not
As the title suggests, i have noticed many wierd things recently.
1. 'Him With The Hair'... a CHAV??
HWTH is a student media studies teacher who takes us every Wednesday and Thursday, instead of Mr. Malyszko. Now, Malyszko being the competent (snigger) teacher that he is, is guiding HWTH in his teching career. He sits in the corner each lesson, and observes HWTH's actions and write his observations on a piece of paper.
As our little discussion group, which included Wendy, myself and a real idiot named Samie Hussaini (I mean, a REAL idiot. Total idiocy on a grand scale. Does Drama.) went to the front so only one of us (for some reason) could talk on Sound in the extract, I was reading Mr Malyszko's comments over his shoulder. He was of course commenting on the way HWTH was handling the presentations, but one word stuck out. Under his comment on how HWTH handled the Special Effects group, he had written:
Chav?
2. Osama Bin Terminator
We were analysing that scene in Terminator 2 where John is driving down the valley thing on his bike, with the evell T-1000 following in the mahoosive truck. Anyhoogan, when Governer T-101 shoots out the tire of the truck and the trcuk crashes into that divide, in the centre of the divide is written :
Warning : 9'11"
And I thought the 20 dollar one was bad enough...
3. Netball, bikinis and 'orange juice'
This one will probably only make sense to those in my form, but since Tyler is making us do ridiculous talks, a ridiculous talk should not have been unexpected. The presenter of the talk, one 'Jen' was heard to say that her talk might be on the Sims on monday. Now, how cool would that have been? Amazingly so! Might have put Louise's talk on karate (currently the best talk done by a female so far. I'm sorry charlie, but 'It well pretty'?!) to shame. But no, instead we get the first slide, reading:
"Cyprus netball tour."
Settle down, it gets better! Despite the title, the only thing thing that bore any resemblance to the title was the word 'Cyprus'. Most of the pictures were of many young women dressed in very little (Barrington was audibly gasping for air) and consuming what was claimed to be orange juice. Yeh, right...
How is it possible to have a talk about a netball tour with no mention of netball???
4. This passage may include sexual references
In my bid to prove to my girlfriend that Song of Solomon (or Song of Songs) is the dirtiest book in the Bible, i found out some of the diffrences in translations. For reference, mine is NCV, hers is Good News.
Take these verses from hers :
Songs 5:4 "My lover put his hand to the door, and I was thrilled that he was near"
Songs 7:7-8 "You are as graceful as a palm-tree, and your breasts are clusters of dates. I will climb the palm-tree and pick its fruit."
Which, in mine, become:
Songs 5:4 "My lover put his hand through the opening, and I felt excited inside"
Songs 7:7-8 "You are tall like a palm tree, and your breasts are like it's bunches of fruit. I said, 'I will climb up the palm tree, and take hold of it's fruit'"
Mine is a Youth Bible of course. Sex will always peak youth's interest in anything, even Christianity...
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And those are my wierd observance. One that wont go up there since it isnt wierd, is that I am pretty good at Spit. Oh yeh!!!
New link to the right, under the webcomics section. Kid Radd starts slow and rather dull, but persevere. It is a damn good story once it get going, and the pixel animation is great. WARNING: If you thought the Architect scenes in The Matrix Reloaded spoiled the film, then the ending may not appeal to you. VERY philosophical...
G'nearly 11/11 11:11:11
Richie Baby
Playing: Kingdom Hearts
Reading: Darren Shan - 'The Lake of Souls
Listening to: 'Simple And Clean' - Some woman
Watching: Nowt
Annoyed with: Nowt
Confused about: How to RP a network failure
Mood: Full
Song currently stuck in head: N/A (thankfully)
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'One Year Fahrenheit' - Fahrenheit 451
November 08, 2004
Can I still eat swan?
NOTE : 'Tis best that you read the comments on Stompp's latest post first. Link-filled-fun!
Read it? No? READ IT DAMN YOU!!!
I can wait.
Read? Blue? Ok then.
So, moving on.
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WHAT THE HELL IS A HOOPO? So, basically, don't eat the f*cking owls. But WAIT! It gets still better! Lev 11:20 "Don't eat insects that have wings and walk on all four feet; they are also to be hated."
All FOUR feet? I though one of the main requisites of being an insect was the two extra legs they have... Meh. BUT WAIT! There are SOME four footed insects (snigger) that can be eaten. Here are the conditions:
Lev 11:21-22 "but you may eat certain insects that have wings and walk on four feet. You may eat those there are no yellow hairs growing in it..." oops, turned over two pages. Durn onion-skin...
Lev 11:21-22 "But you may eat certain insects that have wings and walk on four feet. You may eat those that have legs with joints above their feet so that they can jump. These are the insects you may eat : all kinds of locusts, crickets and grasshoppers."
So no wasps? Damn.
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Chapter 5 of Leviticus is perhaps that with the greatest heading : "Special Types of Accidental Sin". What the heck is an accidental sin you ask? These include :
Read it? No? READ IT DAMN YOU!!!
I can wait.
Read? Blue? Ok then.
So, moving on.
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WHAT THE HELL IS A HOOPO? So, basically, don't eat the f*cking owls. But WAIT! It gets still better! Lev 11:20 "Don't eat insects that have wings and walk on all four feet; they are also to be hated."
All FOUR feet? I though one of the main requisites of being an insect was the two extra legs they have... Meh. BUT WAIT! There are SOME four footed insects (snigger) that can be eaten. Here are the conditions:
Lev 11:21-22 "but you may eat certain insects that have wings and walk on four feet. You may eat those there are no yellow hairs growing in it..." oops, turned over two pages. Durn onion-skin...
Lev 11:21-22 "But you may eat certain insects that have wings and walk on four feet. You may eat those that have legs with joints above their feet so that they can jump. These are the insects you may eat : all kinds of locusts, crickets and grasshoppers."
So no wasps? Damn.
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Chapter 5 of Leviticus is perhaps that with the greatest heading : "Special Types of Accidental Sin". What the heck is an accidental sin you ask? These include :
- Perjury
- Touching a dead animal (even if he doesn't know he touched it)
As for verse 4, can someone tell ME what the heck it means?
"Or someone might make a promise before the Lord without thinking. It might be a promise to do something bad or something good; it might be about anything. Even if he forgets about it, when he remembers, he will be guilty"
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The greatest books in the Bible for sheer laughs and lunacy: Leviticus, Proverbs and Song of Songs. Have a read. They're great :D
Playing: Kingdom Hearts
Reading: Darren Shan - 'The Lake of Souls'/ Garth Nix - 'Sabriel'
Listening to: 'Simple And Clean' - Some woman
Watching: Patlabor later
Annoyed with: 'Thursday' not 'Fursday'
Confused about: Meredith/Stompp spat
Mood: Tired
Song currently stuck in head: N/A
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'One Year Fahrenheit' - Fahrenheit 451
November 03, 2004
Dubya Dubya Dubya.hell.com
Yup, i have titles.
Yup, Dubya won.
All you Americans who visit my blog who voted for Kerry, I am indebted to you for trying
All you Americans who visit my blog who voted for Nader, you're a load of melons
All you Americans who visit my blog who voted for Bush, send me your IP addresses and so help me God i am going to hunt you down...
A touch scathing? Of course. Let me give you a quote from mine and fpoole's MSN convo :
DickyBod : I would like to propose a toast. Here's to the next four years, a time of savagery, death, destruction on a global scale, and the continuation of the last 4. Doesn't matter what country you are in, UK or US, your lives will be made a living wreck by the undoing of everythng
you hold dear, the total destruction of the economy and deaths of your children in Iraq. I pledge
allegiance to the burning flag of America, may it burn for ever more...
fpoole : cheers to the last bit!
To the Anonymous who posted on Deutsches' Blog, if i'm dead in the next 4 years 'cos of Bush, I only hope that i don't see you in heaven/hell. For i shall not be responsible for me actions!
Heres to another 4
EDIT : Smug git...
Yup, Dubya won.
All you Americans who visit my blog who voted for Kerry, I am indebted to you for trying
All you Americans who visit my blog who voted for Nader, you're a load of melons
All you Americans who visit my blog who voted for Bush, send me your IP addresses and so help me God i am going to hunt you down...
A touch scathing? Of course. Let me give you a quote from mine and fpoole's MSN convo :
DickyBod : I would like to propose a toast. Here's to the next four years, a time of savagery, death, destruction on a global scale, and the continuation of the last 4. Doesn't matter what country you are in, UK or US, your lives will be made a living wreck by the undoing of everythng
you hold dear, the total destruction of the economy and deaths of your children in Iraq. I pledge
allegiance to the burning flag of America, may it burn for ever more...
fpoole : cheers to the last bit!
To the Anonymous who posted on Deutsches' Blog, if i'm dead in the next 4 years 'cos of Bush, I only hope that i don't see you in heaven/hell. For i shall not be responsible for me actions!
Heres to another 4
EDIT : Smug git...
October 29, 2004
Bloomin' 'eck! That map of America is starting to look like the 'before' guy on a Clearasil advert! (lots of red dots...) and OOOH! I have a crazy person from S.America. Not Brazil though. Would have been nice to have a Brazil Nut...
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Yes anyway. I am here, in the blog again to relate to you a wondrous tale of magic and heroism! It begins with a walk home, and ends with the MSN nickname (fancy typography coming up) :
Victim : 'Drive-By Kissing'
Man I love those buttons! Anyhoogan, I was walking home from school last Tuesday, when about minutes before i actually reached the car, i could hear the cheesy female singing from a car. Very remniscient of Leanne Rimes's number. Anyhoo, I walked past, not the least bit interested in this car, other than it could have stood to trned the volume down just a shade. The traffic moves on, and, cars being naturally faster than the average bear....or human, the car overtakes me. As I'm walking up to it I see the passenger lean out and look back at me. I take little notice in this, seeing as these people have NO musical taste.
I then reach the traffic lights and the crossroads. As I am waiting patiently to cross, the car drive off past me, but as it does so, the passenger leans out of her window and... blows me a kiss...
Freakish no? Scared me at least...
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Rooting through my documents, i came across what WAS going to be the post on the 21st of September, but i abandoned due to time constraints. Anyway, this is it:
"And onto Friday (no photo's in this one either!)
I apologise for the vagueness of this post, I need to get to the present...
I went to Sarah's, reaching her door at 10.42. I stood outside her door for 5 minutes having rung the bell thinking "I'm late i'm late, she's gonna kill me she's gonna kill me OHMYGODI'MONFIRE" until she opened the door. Two things struck me instantly, and to be honest i'm very surprised one of those wasn't her fist.
1) "You're EARLY!!!" What, wha-hangon, no I wasn't!
2) Sarah had just got out of the shower... Ri-ighty ho... Ahem... blush, do not ogle...
Well, anyway, we sat and talked (cue inverted commas gesture *hemhem*) for a while, until Sarah's friend Helen turned up. Then, halfway through making lunch (during which many incidents of comic hilarity ensued) Sarah's friend Sarah turned up."
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Thrilling no?
Once again this weekend I was in Oxford once more with my beloved Sarah. Still a very nice place. Most of the early afternoon was spent with her attemptig to buy me clothes (attempting being the operative word here, i am very difficult to shop for.) Eventually we returned to college, me having 3 more t-shirts than I had when i arrived (one vaguely nerdish! It has the microsoft logo on it!). That evening in the building there was a 'part-ay' scheduled. The apparant theme of this was "Angels and Devils or Pimps and Bitches". To be honest, I think Sarah passed for both Angel and Bitch, (no offense m'dear), but i think she leant slightly more to the angelic side of things. At least it meant that I , with no prior knowledge of this event, had the perfect costume to match her angel. I just wore the Microsoft tshirt. Angel/Devil!!!
Take that Gates! Just call me Brother Malcolm OSX!!!
Sunday. I managed to take of Communion twice! First in the college proper, which was possibly the most stuffy and boring service I've ever witnessed (and I'm Anglican...), and then again at St. Aldates church across from the college. Now that was one heck of a service! I very wierd cross between CCC and Soul Survivor, not least becuase last week they had Mike Pilavachi there, and thier main worship leader is Martyn Layzell...
I then left Sarah, slept all the way home and started doing two of my essays. 1 i finished, the other im still doing. Bloody Stanislavski...
Can you believe I started this post on Friday?
Few new links. Sophie, Helen and Sarah's blogs now appear, along with the revival of the Deity Chronicles. Have some fun people!
G'10 minutes after Sa was meant to be back
Vallie-mar
Playing: GTA: San Andreas
Reading: Darren Shan - (here goes) Cirque Du Freak, The Vampire's Assistant, Tunnels of Blood, Vampire Mountian, Trials of Death, The Vampire Prince, Hunters of the Dusk, Allies of the Night, Killers of the Dawn, The Lake of Souls
Listening to: "Mona Lisa Overdrive" - Juno Reactor
Watching: This screen...
Annoyed with: Sarah not being in her room...
Confused about: Sarah not phoning or texting if she is.....
Mood: Tired!!!
Song currently stuck in head: "Babycakes" - 3 of a Kind (HORRIFIC FEELING!!!)
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Mona Lisa Overdrive' - Juno Reactor
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Yes anyway. I am here, in the blog again to relate to you a wondrous tale of magic and heroism! It begins with a walk home, and ends with the MSN nickname (fancy typography coming up) :
Victim : 'Drive-By Kissing'
Man I love those buttons! Anyhoogan, I was walking home from school last Tuesday, when about minutes before i actually reached the car, i could hear the cheesy female singing from a car. Very remniscient of Leanne Rimes's number. Anyhoo, I walked past, not the least bit interested in this car, other than it could have stood to trned the volume down just a shade. The traffic moves on, and, cars being naturally faster than the average bear....or human, the car overtakes me. As I'm walking up to it I see the passenger lean out and look back at me. I take little notice in this, seeing as these people have NO musical taste.
I then reach the traffic lights and the crossroads. As I am waiting patiently to cross, the car drive off past me, but as it does so, the passenger leans out of her window and... blows me a kiss...
Freakish no? Scared me at least...
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Rooting through my documents, i came across what WAS going to be the post on the 21st of September, but i abandoned due to time constraints. Anyway, this is it:
"And onto Friday (no photo's in this one either!)
I apologise for the vagueness of this post, I need to get to the present...
I went to Sarah's, reaching her door at 10.42. I stood outside her door for 5 minutes having rung the bell thinking "I'm late i'm late, she's gonna kill me she's gonna kill me OHMYGODI'MONFIRE" until she opened the door. Two things struck me instantly, and to be honest i'm very surprised one of those wasn't her fist.
1) "You're EARLY!!!" What, wha-hangon, no I wasn't!
2) Sarah had just got out of the shower... Ri-ighty ho... Ahem... blush, do not ogle...
Well, anyway, we sat and talked (cue inverted commas gesture *hemhem*) for a while, until Sarah's friend Helen turned up. Then, halfway through making lunch (during which many incidents of comic hilarity ensued) Sarah's friend Sarah turned up."
-
Thrilling no?
Once again this weekend I was in Oxford once more with my beloved Sarah. Still a very nice place. Most of the early afternoon was spent with her attemptig to buy me clothes (attempting being the operative word here, i am very difficult to shop for.) Eventually we returned to college, me having 3 more t-shirts than I had when i arrived (one vaguely nerdish! It has the microsoft logo on it!). That evening in the building there was a 'part-ay' scheduled. The apparant theme of this was "Angels and Devils or Pimps and Bitches". To be honest, I think Sarah passed for both Angel and Bitch, (no offense m'dear), but i think she leant slightly more to the angelic side of things. At least it meant that I , with no prior knowledge of this event, had the perfect costume to match her angel. I just wore the Microsoft tshirt. Angel/Devil!!!
Take that Gates! Just call me Brother Malcolm OSX!!!
Sunday. I managed to take of Communion twice! First in the college proper, which was possibly the most stuffy and boring service I've ever witnessed (and I'm Anglican...), and then again at St. Aldates church across from the college. Now that was one heck of a service! I very wierd cross between CCC and Soul Survivor, not least becuase last week they had Mike Pilavachi there, and thier main worship leader is Martyn Layzell...
I then left Sarah, slept all the way home and started doing two of my essays. 1 i finished, the other im still doing. Bloody Stanislavski...
Can you believe I started this post on Friday?
Few new links. Sophie, Helen and Sarah's blogs now appear, along with the revival of the Deity Chronicles. Have some fun people!
G'10 minutes after Sa was meant to be back
Vallie-mar
Playing: GTA: San Andreas
Reading: Darren Shan - (here goes) Cirque Du Freak, The Vampire's Assistant, Tunnels of Blood, Vampire Mountian, Trials of Death, The Vampire Prince, Hunters of the Dusk, Allies of the Night, Killers of the Dawn, The Lake of Souls
Listening to: "Mona Lisa Overdrive" - Juno Reactor
Watching: This screen...
Annoyed with: Sarah not being in her room...
Confused about: Sarah not phoning or texting if she is.....
Mood: Tired!!!
Song currently stuck in head: "Babycakes" - 3 of a Kind (HORRIFIC FEELING!!!)
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Mona Lisa Overdrive' - Juno Reactor
October 27, 2004
Sigh, blogger was being a bit of a rectum this evening. It denied both myself and I'm sure many other people the joys of logging on onto their blogs to posts, or even being able to read their favourite publications. Sigh.
First off, before i get down to the post proper, I'd like to say a hello and thank you to the two people who have visited me from Australia (or at least have Australian IP addresses...) and the many people who have visited me from Europe and the US of A. Though apparantly none have been visiting from the UK, which is silly becuase I know I have (unless it doesn't count me...). Still, thank you for reading! (notice I refrained from saying 'G'day' in that paragraph! Not one for steroptyping me.) Actually, what if I did rely only of stereotypes?
So, as I strolled down the road today after a delectable crumpet and tea for one's breakfast, I realised, much to my utmost dismay, that I had left my bowler hat resting on the mantle. Quick as a flash, I opened my brolly and flew back to my humble mansion in Kensington. After that hilarious episode, I got on the locomotive bound for France (See where I'm going here? - DickyBod (don't say france you plebs...)). Ah, 'twas a most joyous journey, including a hilarious story about a muffin! Truly amazing!
We then arrived in French-land, where I espied many a man wearing a blue and white striped jersey, a beret, and with a string of onions around his neck riding a bicycle! How strange...
Ok, gonna stop there before i get complained at...
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Another dud trip to London today! Since many people may not know who these delightful people are, I will include the group photo now.
This, is the group photo. Click, and be enlightened.
From left to right : Stephen (Baz) Julia/Jules (Astrojaxx) Tom (Moolb) Richard (Nonnesuch) Dave (Teradud) Dave (Deutsches) and Jon (Megatrobe).
Got that? Ok.
As Baz was so happy to point out so well in his blog, I didn't get there on time. I apologise, especially to Jules and Tom, who I know where just dying to meet me (me being the wonderful and fascinating guy I am) but 'tis a good tale, which of course means good blogging.
5 am - I am hit on the nose by a cat. Repeatedly.
7 am - Mother comes and wakes me up in preperation for not being late
8 am - Cats have fight... on me...
8.15 am - Cat #2 pushes speaker for hi-fi off of windowsill.
8.30 am - Alarm goes off. Hit snooze button to go off again in 10 minutes, then again at 8.45 then again every 5 minutes.
10.20 am - Wake up. SH*T!!!
10.30 am - Have 15 heart attacks after running to station, in time to miss the train I would have been missing if it had not been delayed by 3 minutes (good fortune bestowed on me by Otis, possibly in preperation for the dispicable greater-evil he will eventually inflict.) Be thankful I got that train duds!!! If I hadn't I'd have been an HOUR and 40 minuets late! MWAHAHHAHA... aaaaaaaaaaanyway.
So, I got to Charing Cross, and having been threatened with a hammer from the Baz, I gathered with the rest of the duds, glanced my eye over Jules and Tom (who, if you hadn't realised, I had never met) and followed on the oddysey.
First stop! The British Library. This one was slightly odd, but per request of Tom, who apparantly has a 'thing' for books. I ain't borrowing one off of him for a while... Outside there was a lovely agent of Otis, obviously placed as a Sentinel for the Library, that the evil teachings he made may never be disturbed. He seemed to be having a great time drawing circles. Inside, the brilliance continued to even greater heights. First up, a fantastic bench, in the guise of a book! It appears to be devouring two elderly people... scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary!
Yes well, moving on. In an exhibition, we saw many brilliant things! Such as: The Beatles! No kidding! Sorry it blurred a little.... Next up: a renaissance cyborg! Now that is an outfit I aspire to own! THink of the good you could do! You could be a superhero!
Good things about being a literary cyborg:
First off, before i get down to the post proper, I'd like to say a hello and thank you to the two people who have visited me from Australia (or at least have Australian IP addresses...) and the many people who have visited me from Europe and the US of A. Though apparantly none have been visiting from the UK, which is silly becuase I know I have (unless it doesn't count me...). Still, thank you for reading! (notice I refrained from saying 'G'day' in that paragraph! Not one for steroptyping me.) Actually, what if I did rely only of stereotypes?
So, as I strolled down the road today after a delectable crumpet and tea for one's breakfast, I realised, much to my utmost dismay, that I had left my bowler hat resting on the mantle. Quick as a flash, I opened my brolly and flew back to my humble mansion in Kensington. After that hilarious episode, I got on the locomotive bound for France (See where I'm going here? - DickyBod (don't say france you plebs...)). Ah, 'twas a most joyous journey, including a hilarious story about a muffin! Truly amazing!
We then arrived in French-land, where I espied many a man wearing a blue and white striped jersey, a beret, and with a string of onions around his neck riding a bicycle! How strange...
Ok, gonna stop there before i get complained at...
-
Another dud trip to London today! Since many people may not know who these delightful people are, I will include the group photo now.
This, is the group photo. Click, and be enlightened.
From left to right : Stephen (Baz) Julia/Jules (Astrojaxx) Tom (Moolb) Richard (Nonnesuch) Dave (Teradud) Dave (Deutsches) and Jon (Megatrobe).
Got that? Ok.
As Baz was so happy to point out so well in his blog, I didn't get there on time. I apologise, especially to Jules and Tom, who I know where just dying to meet me (me being the wonderful and fascinating guy I am) but 'tis a good tale, which of course means good blogging.
5 am - I am hit on the nose by a cat. Repeatedly.
7 am - Mother comes and wakes me up in preperation for not being late
8 am - Cats have fight... on me...
8.15 am - Cat #2 pushes speaker for hi-fi off of windowsill.
8.30 am - Alarm goes off. Hit snooze button to go off again in 10 minutes, then again at 8.45 then again every 5 minutes.
10.20 am - Wake up. SH*T!!!
10.30 am - Have 15 heart attacks after running to station, in time to miss the train I would have been missing if it had not been delayed by 3 minutes (good fortune bestowed on me by Otis, possibly in preperation for the dispicable greater-evil he will eventually inflict.) Be thankful I got that train duds!!! If I hadn't I'd have been an HOUR and 40 minuets late! MWAHAHHAHA... aaaaaaaaaaanyway.
So, I got to Charing Cross, and having been threatened with a hammer from the Baz, I gathered with the rest of the duds, glanced my eye over Jules and Tom (who, if you hadn't realised, I had never met) and followed on the oddysey.
First stop! The British Library. This one was slightly odd, but per request of Tom, who apparantly has a 'thing' for books. I ain't borrowing one off of him for a while... Outside there was a lovely agent of Otis, obviously placed as a Sentinel for the Library, that the evil teachings he made may never be disturbed. He seemed to be having a great time drawing circles. Inside, the brilliance continued to even greater heights. First up, a fantastic bench, in the guise of a book! It appears to be devouring two elderly people... scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary!
Yes well, moving on. In an exhibition, we saw many brilliant things! Such as: The Beatles! No kidding! Sorry it blurred a little.... Next up: a renaissance cyborg! Now that is an outfit I aspire to own! THink of the good you could do! You could be a superhero!
Good things about being a literary cyborg:
- Planks of wood at side of head prevent side attacks
- Small right handed hammer, to deal out justice and whack non-believers
- Left handed giant penknife! Look out for the 2005 USB version! Allows for close up sword action
- Utility belt, including : short swords and long knives, throwing knives, and a bible to convert them before you kill them... or deal justice.. whatever...
- Large reading stand/torso armour.
Ok, enough of this. Also, we saw a typewriter. BUT! This was no ordinary typewriter! Ooh no! This was a typewriter with far too many keys than was nessacary. One's for different fonts, italics, accents, punctuation, a row of numbers that went up to 15... Madness. Look at the bloomin' (blurréd?) keys! Ludicrous... and not the rapper...
I saw a book that I believe suited Sarah rather well. I did look for a copy in the bookshop afterwards, but alas...
Then we came across (on our search for food after the library) a shop that I never believed existed. I had always wondered where Burberry could be bought. I had realised that no shop i knew actually sold the damn stuff, so I came to the conclusion it homed in on the idiocy in peoples minds and then spawned upon them like some fetid parasite. Which indeed it is. But, i was then incredibly shocked when, horror of horrors, this shop hoved into view around a corner. A veritable Chav stronghold/spawning den. After resisting the urge to commit arson, we moved on. After a rather horrific meal in Burger King (be still my palpitating heart) we decided to trek to Trafalger Square. Being from outside the M25, Jules and Tom were unused to the rigours of City life. I was of course horrified to discover they weren't country bumpkins or hillbillies. But anyway. In Trafalgar Square I took a photo of an old police phone box (TARDIS functions deactivated unfortunately) which also was the first coherent picture I'd managed to get of Jules all day. Lord knows I'd been trying hard enough... My previous best attempt was this one , but she blinked dern her!
We then went to the Science Museum (after walking past the V&A), where I got a previously shown picture of the USS Enterprise and The Next Generation's Captain! (I love that photo :D)
Anyhoo. I also managed to get a picture of the Edison Televisor! Such a better brand name! Sorry for the blur on that one... we then left, due to overcrowding of Little People (children, as they are better known) and went next door (a lot) to the Natural History Museum. Not much happened here. More munchkins, lots of cepholapods, and a large, anorexic ground sloth.
Then, I became assured of Otis's evil intent. He had placed agents through London to track us, even hiring the aid of that notorious evil-doer Keyser Soze, hiding in a bookshop window amongst the Tintin books.
And that was Dud trip to london!
Have a nice vening. Must sign off now, things are going mad....
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