'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:

1. More Goverment Funding for the British Film Industry
2. Cheaper Tickets for British films
3. More Independant cinemas
4. Make British Stage Schools free
5. Film Classes compulsory on the National Curriculum
6. More free entrances
7. Arrest people who say Film isn't a real subject
8. Bomb Hollywood
9. Steal all 'good' American film ideas
10. Propaganda!!!
11. Make Ireland the new Hollywood
12. Make Louis President
13. Hire 'cheap' third world labour
14. Sell England in Hollywood films
15. Make British films better
16. Make Film Studies more availiable in school
17. Cheaper DVD's
18. Less piracy
19. Make cinemas show British films
20. Put all the best talent in Hollywood in a room...with Malyszko...with a gun
21. Commission Michael Moore to satirise Hollywood
22. Dedicated terrestrial film channels
23. More Rom Coms
24. More breasts*
25. Better conversions from book to film
26. If over 80% of cast and crew British, then WE get the cash
27. Loyalty clauses in British talent contracts
28. If not Ireland then Gibraltar
29. Kick out Madonna (but make her pay tax)
30. 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

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

There you go

This post marks the 8th in a row! Considering other things going on, it ends........ here

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!

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:

• 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!

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...

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

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
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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
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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

Tempt Tempt Tempt...

I am going to tempt you to read this post, as this strip that is comic instructs.
baz smells
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'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

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

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 :

• 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

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...