Oh.....dear.......Lord....

Just...just watch....

Getting worse

Not in a great mood to be honest with you, so this post is gonna be rather minimalist.

Woke up after a rather...nice....sleep, then pumped the volume on Devil and the Deep Dark Ocean to 26 and showered to Nightwish. Then ate, and went on MSN for a touch, before departing for Chav alley and the dave's. We met matt, and went on to bromley.

Matt reveling in his Phantasy Star Online memories, while dave looks uninterested in the whole affair.

118 becomes the number of the Beast

Engrish?

Skeletor recruits agents against He-Man

Look for the mistake that will cripple Nonnesuch

The security duck in the Kitchenware shop

Cheese!!!

Dave at the self-checkout. This was SO cool

And matt at the same

Then I walked home. I bought ExcelSaga. Yet to watch. Should be good.

'chard

Look out men, there's hundreds of these wagons!

There certainly seems to be a lot of bandwagons running around that people keep jumping on. Steve's little descriptive thing (or whoever's) seems to be most popular, since theres roughly been 150 comments related to it. Still, can't beat the handwritten post for originality, though the Who lives in theis room thing of Jon's is also quite novel.

So, with a new flickr account (since photobucket was being an arse anyway) I have wrestled with it functionings and produced my own version. As usual click teh things and thing the next things to thing the thing. Thing.














Yup, that's me room, clean. May be redecorated at some point *HINT HINT MUM*.

Also in the news, I got some Sith robes in the mail from Sa for me 17th. A quick pic for ye

Night All :)

Something vexes thee?

First off, Fullmetal Alchemist rocks SERIOUS AMOUNTS OF UBER PWNAGE!!!

2nd DVD : July 4th. Anyone want to ensure I have £20 for then then then? I mean look at the guy! Exuding cool:


The Text is going to change isn't it? Isn't it?! I just know it...

Cosplay. I can understanding dressing in a manner similar to a character just to try and be cool, but only in a casual manner (say using a curtain as sith robes HEM HEM). But..Cosplay?

take this example: Sun Shang Xiang from Dynasty Warriors 4. Slinky. Sexy. Acrobatic. Nothing like her impersonater.

Oh...dear...lord.
I have yet to find a decent example of GOOD cosplay.Look at these freaks!

Lulu (FFX)

NO!! LULU!!! My sweet black mage, what have they done to you?!

Squall (FFVIII)

You will notice a distinct lack of breasts in the first picture...

I have no idea who this is meant to be, but it fucking scares me...

The ultimate badass, Sephiroth (FFVII)

The ultimate wtf...

Though, in my research i did come across one well done attempt:
Aeris

Purrr......Aeris ^^

I do apologise Sarah but...rawr...

*slaps myself* I'm not getting away with that one am I?

Sorry dear...
Soon to be charred 'chard'


Because even the best of us are impressionable

Yeh, yeh i know, but at least its vaguely original. Until stolen. And copied repeatedly. Ah well, dont like it you got a real post below

01. Comment with your name and I will write a short phrase describing you.
02. I will then tell you what I admire about you.
03. I will make up a short drabble with the both of us in it.
04. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
05. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
06. Put this in your journal.

Let loose the dogs of chard

It Was Richard's Day For Exploring The Big Town

Slightly obscure Brum reference there. Ooh, I wonder if i can find the theme to that? *googleises* Hm, ok maybe not. Ah well.

Today I woke at the relatively ungodly hour of 10 am, and descended to the chamber of computerisation and MSN'ed for a wee while, until I went upstairs and worked on getting my fingers used to switching between the three chords I know, until I espied the young and virile Louis strollating down my road, and I went to greet him. As arranged we made the long and winding journey to Bromley, where he purchased the long sought-after Father Ted DVD box set, and I made the wonderful purchases of the first volume of Fullmetal Alchemist on DVD, which should prove to be a yarn and a wemmick, and that which my film studies cohorts should love me for; the soundtrack to the Wicker Man. All I need is the film 'propa' and that would kick just a mild amount of posterior. All together now:

"I BELIEVE IN THE LIFE ETERNAL, AS PROMISED TO US BY OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST!"

There were some little oddities in Pret et Manger, though I forgave her as she worked there. What was rather offputting was the fact that as we sat at the table enjoying our purchased goods, a woman sitting outside decided to spend some quality time breast feeding her baby. Which was lovely. I enjoyed the view...........immensely. Fo.............shizzle...

"OH GOD!!! OH JESUS CHRIST!!!"

Peace out wicker men

Just 'cos Dave did

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
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Red is the color of fire and blood, so it is
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I'm schizo? Mad...

Racist potatoes

Aye, me and Paul are now 17. Go us!

Anyone else find this as absurd as the arrested 5-year old i posted a while back?

An unprecedented attempt

My friends and readers, I am going to make an attempt at a feat that may or may not be fabulous. I am going to try and write a vaguely long blog post WITHOUT the use of pictures or excessive presses of Return. I'm not sure if it'll be in anyway interesting since, hey lets face it, it's one of mine but I shall endeavour none the less and you may all go WOO and YAY in the comments. And I think that's enough for an introduction, so end paragraph number 1

This actually may end up being a stream of consciousness blog, but for the moment I should keep to some sort of structure to grasp your interest which will lure you to read the rest without realising the turgid schpiel it actually is. Which this second paragraph is rapidly becoming actually, so i should actually get on and say something of interest (HA!). Erm. So yeh, as Stompp so rightly pointed out in the comments to last post last thursday he pulled up the STOMPP-FAMILY-AUTOMOBILE-OF-DOOM and passed into my grubby little hands (thanks to his Mafioso style connections; well his sister i guess) a rather spiffy and exceedingly retro Mega Drive II (the II meaning its a wee bit smaller) and a plethora of pre-'95 titles. And waht a collection they be! While the majority are admittedly the tried-and-tested Sidescrolling Shooter genre, there are some other little gems in there, including Splatterhouse 2, a game that had about the same effect in '93 as GTA:SA had earlier in the year. VERY tame in comparison however. Another undisputed classing among the bunch is the infamous Zero Wing, a game made well known not by tremendous graphical enhancements or originality in the gameplay, but by that lovable rogue Cats who so proudly declares that our base no longer belong to us. No, in fact, "All your base are belong to us" he quite proudly states. And rightly so. For, all our base do belong to him. And so, for great justice, take off every Zig. Classic stuff! The humour in the Engrish rantings of Cats however are second only to the utmost hilarity of Fifa '95, produced before EA went EAvil. While not exactly as faithful a football simulator as the likes of PES, nor with the fantastical commentary of Worldwike Soccer '96 (go stompp :P) it does has some moments of hilarity in the instances such as when, after being tackled by an opposing player I seek revenge by pushing him halfway across the pitch, and then as he writhes on the floor in agony I kick the ball into his prone form. Noone tackles me...

So, with a paragraph about both retro gaming and football i have probably turned most of my audience away, so i shall attempt to appeal to the prospective bankers amongst you by describing the monopoly win I had over my mother not so long ago. It was pretty quick as monopoly games go, only 35 minutes. However, thats not to say it was not actionpacked. A quick purchase on the first to cycles yielded all the properties but Leicester Square, and some tactical buying meant that only two sets where owned: my mother had the reds, I the greens. However, with some very lucky dice rolls and a good set of chance and community chest cards, I had enough money to start developing the properties sooner, a full set of houses appearing 2 turns before mum started. Later, sensing her to be about to hit the greens again, I put another 3 houses on, leaving me with 2 on each. She did indeed hit the greens, and I again waited for her to circle the board before i put another set on, which she again hit. The sudden influx of income meant the few times I hit her reds were resisted easily, and I indulged in another set of houses, leaving me equipped with 4 on each. Mum, who on the 3 house landing had already lost a severe amount of money and the majority of her properties, was not able to withstand the £900 rent a 4 housed green promised, and she rolled the dice tentatively as she approached, though breathed a sigh of relief as she went past unscathed. As she passed Go it seemed her monetary worries were looking up, though she immediately landed on the tax square, losing her hard earned 200 easily. It was only a matter of time before she landed on the Greens, and she called the game. It's true; the Top Hat rocks in monopoly.

So, what else have i done? Other than the splended pastimes listed above, I've developed suspected OCD when it comes to cleaning my room. Not only have i cleaned the floor, but i have also cleaned out under and to the side of my desk, chucked my PS2 magazines, cleaned my bookshelf and sorted my books, sorted my wardrobe and (heaven help us) washed my windows of 20 years worth of gunk. Madness.

In other news, I'm 17 tomorrow. Go me. Woo. Fabulous. Another year. Go me again. Woo and yay. Roxx0rs. Reminds me of a comic strip in fact

See you tomorrow then

'chard

Been a funny old week

And i mean funny. Funny as in "Whoa....duuuuuuuude" not funny as in "egg-swing Fighter".

First of all, quick rant:

CABLES AND WIRES: BANE OF MY FUCKING EXISTANCE

Unlike Sarah. Thank you *takes a bow*





Dawn there. I ended up being on MSN at some obscene hours last week thanks to some curséd females, sarah mainly ;) but at least dawn looks pretty

On the friday evenin' i departed on the Boulevard of Late Journey's towards the Staines Domain once more (though, since it was my fault we were late, I had to carry the alcohol. My arm was killing me). Almost immediatly the shenanigans began, with me succumbing to precious vanity and taking a rather dashing picture of me

(NOTE: the rest of the pictures are in good old fashioned blurrovision)

The crew began their journey into Stupor Mode with the assisted musical ballads of System of a Down

And while Chris, Dave and Nick relaxed comfortably

Matt and Tom got a little further acquainted

Though matt did not deny his roots


Though, twas not just Matt and Tom who were getting a little close for comfort throughout the evening. The undisputed Champion of Chris's was also seen to get fraternising wth most of the company:


Even the mild mannered me was not safe from his lusts


However, all good orgies must come to an end, and I went home and curled up for sleep (anyone who 'awws' at this needs to get out more, that includes Sarah:P)


After this heady unconscious fun, I awoke on the saturday. After a quick internets, where I bid farewell to the Rural-bound Helen, and I set off towards the Stompp's (with a quick detour back to the Staines Domain to borrow the SOAD album) where I was presented (pun intended) with Rez and a rather fetching WoW poster, so kudos to the Stomppmeister for that. I then managed to scare him completely by completed the Direct Assualt mode on my own (for the record Stompp, I did it again when i got home, and only got hit once. Completed it in Final Form, ooooh yeeeeh!) With a mulch of gaming fun with he, I once again set off home.

Then for the Bank Holiday Monday. A day I had already planned my activity for, and I realised it with 10 hours of solid Jigsaw Puzzlin'. A fiendish task, which probably wouldn't have taken so long had i been concentrating more. But sill, here be the completed Puzzle in all it's glory:




Uber no?

-

And that was basically it. Not much else happened really, so i went on a quest to find all the syntax errors i could in Grandia. It started with not so much of a grammer problem, but something just as disturbing:


Yes, that is a cow, kissing a human. Run.
Anyway:




And, what syntax attack is complete without the classic:

Some random pictures of the cats:



And that is my week so far.

Welcome back to the Helen!

17 in 2 days.... madness

'chard