Bad hair day

What's thius? a blog post again so soon? No my friends your eyes are not decieving you, this is indeed another post, though it is slightly linked with the last one in that its going to include a picture of Chantelle. After some criticism about her looks I decided to make her slightly more acceptable and less of a total chav (scumbag) by the ancient Metro art of the doodle. Here is the new, improved and more than slightly gothed up Chantelle:

Scroll down to see the original, just for reference. Also, I happen to think this is a pretty damn sexy bit of photography, with a slightly maudlin note at the end. Finally, it seems I have been recognised into my true place in fantasy literature! Yes, indeed, since according to Amok, I am Jaime Lannister! Or of course, depending on your view, i suppose i could pass as Cersei. Wow, linktastic paragraph. Also, two new webcomics on the side, Two Sides Wide which i had kept forgetting to put up, and A Chipmunk and a Lizard. For the joy it brings.

There are two things I wish to mention about today i find as pertinent to the existence of the me. The first contains many many pictures, and with the kind co-operation of Putfile (which for some shitty reason you have to register for), a rather swish video.

With the introduction of the uber cards,traditional games have been made exceedingly hilarious simply with the addition of these cards to the ranks. Uber Hearts, Uber Trumps, even Uber Category Snap. But there was one game that was truly going to be needed to be played, if the A4 monstrosities were to be truly tested. Tested to the MAX! The game was to be spit, but who could truly handle a game of Spit with cards the weight of an excercise book, yet still keep the speed and frenetic nature of the game intact? Meet our challengers!

The contender for the title, with 3 recent defeats against the champion, it's Richard 'Blurréd' Lewis!

With an as yet undefeated streak of 6 wins, the reigning spit champion, the Chardinator!

Two very determined contenders, true masters of the field. After the obligatory taunting, the deck is cut, and the choice of deck is made by the contender. 'chard looks calmly confident, the true overlord of the Uber table (we had to join 2 tables to get the nessecary playing space)

The two contenders deal out the set cards



And the game begins!!!

VIDEO: 12.6MB

After several rounds of harsh play, the end of the game is decided, and since the Chard was ahead for longer, he claims the victory!


Nice and novel there!

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Right, so we have our A2 level devised practical drama performance in little over 4 days. Is this the sort of scenario we need?:

We are in the drama studio, WHERE WE ARE PERFORMING, and as we are setting out to start work, Mrs Johnson (bitch) comes in, claims she has a dance lesson in the room on Fridays (bullshit, we've had no drama lessons anywhere but the studio for the last 5 weeks) and sends US out of OUR space over a YEAR FUCKING EIGHT DANCE LESSON?! Urg, that woman boils my fucking blood. What the hell makes her think she has the right ot do that? We have an exam, 1 shot to do it, no retakes. She's only doing it because Pris wasn't in, and i am so telling her on monday. Sparks will fucking fly I tell you...

And to cap it off, what the fuck is wrong with women?!

A very vexed 'chard
Playing: Rez
Reading: 'A Storm of Swords' - George RR Martin
Listening to: 'The Glass Prison' - Dream Theatre
Watching: Nothing
Annoyed with: Johnson and she of the slit wrists
Confused about: Emotional dams
Mood: Lonely, very very so
Song currently stuck in head: 'Peter Gunn theme'
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Second Heartbeat' - Avenged Sevenfold