Wasn't fantastic, to be honest. I mean, it was okay, but it's always going to be hard to pull off a decent pub crawl in Norwich where we have about three decent cheap pubs, and the crawl involves us visiting none of them. Still, I did manage to sell my T-Shirt for more than I paid for it, which is fucking awesome. Truly, being drunk is a wonderful thing, although I'd did mean I was quite cold on my way home.
Anyway.
I'm back on the internet, and it feels fantastic. It may have only been one day, but I could feel myself changing. I talked to people more, engaged in human contact, and smelled fresh air. It was not healthy. Now I'm back online, I'm getting back into the game by downloading the shit out of the new Heroes, as well as few dozen other things, just to prepare myself for the terrible eventuality that I lose the 'net again. I just can't take that.
Anyway, a couple of people have been asking me "Hey, Andrew, what's up with your blog? Did you know that it fucking sucks? Because it does. Your blog is terrible and you should feel terrible."
Which, I mean, isn't really a question, but it is, I suppose, a point that needs to be addressed.
My answer is that, well, I never really intended for this to be the paragon of epic literature, with beautific descriptions of life and musings on philosophy intended to blow your mental and physical perceptions away, causing some kind of irrevocable revalation about life. You can all find that at better places that this. After all, this is self described as being a dumping ground for my pointless, drunken ramblings. Truly, if you are expecting something more than this, you might be searching in the wrong place.
Also, I can't really hear you over all the BALLS YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH.
FUCK YOU
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Now playing: David Bowie / Ziggy Stardust
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Monday, 10 November 2008
Day Forty One: Technical Difficulties
So, you might have noticed that there was no real update yesterday. Or rather, there was, but it was simply titled "Wait" and had a picture of Brad Pitt from Burn After Reading. That is because when I got back to university on Monday, I realised that for some reason, my internet wasn't working.
Shit.
Okay, so I try doing a System Restore. Despite me not having touched the computer over the weekend, something has gone wrong, so I'll take it back to before the weekend to change whatever crazy shit happened to it while it was turned off.
Nothing. And this is after waiting about half an hour for the Restore to take place.
Shitballs.
Alright, let's reinstall some drivers, that is generally a pretty standard fall-back. Only problem is, my CD drive has a habit of being a bastard and not working whenever I need it for something, which is pretty much every day, so I copy the CD onto my portable hard drive via Kate's computer, and do the driver thing.
Still nothing.
Cocking Shitbastardballs.
It's at this stage that I give up, and go out to Carnage, which I'll tell you about later today.
So I wake up, very hungover in the morning, and try plugging the computer directly into the modem, because holy fuck, I need Internets.
I'm currently writing this from the floor of my living room. The entire computer is in here with me, much to the disdain and horror of Emily. But, it's working wirelessly! I have no idea about the technical reasons for this. Maybe my network card was having an existential crisis, wondering if that mythical wireless network it was always connecting to was truly real. Indeed, is this not a beautiful metaphor for each of us, spinning through the void, desperately hoping to connect?
No, it's not. My PC just decided to be a cunt to me. The Bastard.
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Now playing: Nothing. My speakers aren't plugged in.
Shit.
Okay, so I try doing a System Restore. Despite me not having touched the computer over the weekend, something has gone wrong, so I'll take it back to before the weekend to change whatever crazy shit happened to it while it was turned off.
Nothing. And this is after waiting about half an hour for the Restore to take place.
Shitballs.
Alright, let's reinstall some drivers, that is generally a pretty standard fall-back. Only problem is, my CD drive has a habit of being a bastard and not working whenever I need it for something, which is pretty much every day, so I copy the CD onto my portable hard drive via Kate's computer, and do the driver thing.
Still nothing.
Cocking Shitbastardballs.
It's at this stage that I give up, and go out to Carnage, which I'll tell you about later today.
So I wake up, very hungover in the morning, and try plugging the computer directly into the modem, because holy fuck, I need Internets.
I'm currently writing this from the floor of my living room. The entire computer is in here with me, much to the disdain and horror of Emily. But, it's working wirelessly! I have no idea about the technical reasons for this. Maybe my network card was having an existential crisis, wondering if that mythical wireless network it was always connecting to was truly real. Indeed, is this not a beautiful metaphor for each of us, spinning through the void, desperately hoping to connect?
No, it's not. My PC just decided to be a cunt to me. The Bastard.
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Now playing: Nothing. My speakers aren't plugged in.
Friday, 7 November 2008
Day Forty: Wow, Day Forty? Really?
So,I think we've all agreed that the episode of South Park that came out not even a day after the presidential race was over was facerockingly awesome, right?
I mean, not only was it hugely impressive from a technical standpoint, given that they were using direct quotes from speeches delivered twenty hours before the air date, but it also had the clear advantage in that it was absolutely, ball-flatteningly hilarious. Palin, switching from her Alaskan accent to a British one? Great. McCain, dressed as a footballer for no reason at all? Fantastic. Hell, Obama and McCain hi-fiving after the magic and historical speech? Pure genius. Best of all, though, was Randy, and his yelling of 'Looooosers!', across the street. The longer this show goes on, the more likely I think that Stan's Dad is heading towards being the main character. Which is no bad thing. Because it's hilarious.
Also, I'm looking around online after the latest episode of the Office, and some people don't seem to be feeling sympathetic for Dwight. Which is insane. I mean, sure, technically he's cuckolding Andy, and is actively attempting to sabotage a marriage, but god-dammit, Andy is fucking crazy. He punched a hole through a wall. I think I know where this particular arc is headed, and since the location of the wedding has been revealed, it's making me very excited about where the rest of the season is headed.
Anyway, I'm going home now. Actually Home home, not to my house at university. Because it's been far too long, and I'm actually starting to miss Home, sad and lame as that might be. See you all after the weekend!
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Now playing: David Bowie / Life On Mars?
I mean, not only was it hugely impressive from a technical standpoint, given that they were using direct quotes from speeches delivered twenty hours before the air date, but it also had the clear advantage in that it was absolutely, ball-flatteningly hilarious. Palin, switching from her Alaskan accent to a British one? Great. McCain, dressed as a footballer for no reason at all? Fantastic. Hell, Obama and McCain hi-fiving after the magic and historical speech? Pure genius. Best of all, though, was Randy, and his yelling of 'Looooosers!', across the street. The longer this show goes on, the more likely I think that Stan's Dad is heading towards being the main character. Which is no bad thing. Because it's hilarious.
Also, I'm looking around online after the latest episode of the Office, and some people don't seem to be feeling sympathetic for Dwight. Which is insane. I mean, sure, technically he's cuckolding Andy, and is actively attempting to sabotage a marriage, but god-dammit, Andy is fucking crazy. He punched a hole through a wall. I think I know where this particular arc is headed, and since the location of the wedding has been revealed, it's making me very excited about where the rest of the season is headed.
Anyway, I'm going home now. Actually Home home, not to my house at university. Because it's been far too long, and I'm actually starting to miss Home, sad and lame as that might be. See you all after the weekend!
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Now playing: David Bowie / Life On Mars?
Thursday, 6 November 2008
Day Thirty Nine: And now, back to normality.
Yay!
So, yes, on Wednesday I felt a bit unwell. Rumours that I stayed up drinking until 4am and then danced around my room like a mad fool because Obama had crossed the line are completely untrue. But man, that was a fantastic night. Drunk as fuck by the time I got to the LCR, watching the election coverage on the big screen, watching the states roll in and seeing the lead grow higher and higher was deeply surreal. Getting a free sambuca shot and then having an epic battle with Chris for a fucking wooden spoon even more so.
Yes, rolling in home at 2am (after leaving abusive voicemails on more than one phone) and then tuning into the BBC's live coverage was good. More beer made it even better. I did attempt to compose my thoughts and feelings on this historic event as it was taking place, and the sad results can be found here.
Man, that feeling, at 4am, as California and a few other states were called, pushing Barack Obama over the line and making him the next president? Can't beat it. What a fantastic moment. And especially nice, as I'm even more proud of my country. Obviously Obama won't be a cure all. Rainbows and magic will not happen. The economy is still in a hole, and foreign relations need a fair bit of patching. But this is where I have faith. I don't think Barack is likely to waste this fantastic opportunity he has, and the amount of international goodwill that the whole world has for America should prove very, very useful for the future. Let's see how the next four years go.
After all, the only way is up!
And, just as a final note, I don't think we really saw the real John McCain until his concession speech. Now, if that McCain had been running, this race might have been very different. An extremely gracious and classy move. And seriously, McCain supporters? When your guy is trying to praise his opponent, DO NOT FUCKING BOO. Good lord.
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Now playing: Sigur Rós / Milano
So, yes, on Wednesday I felt a bit unwell. Rumours that I stayed up drinking until 4am and then danced around my room like a mad fool because Obama had crossed the line are completely untrue. But man, that was a fantastic night. Drunk as fuck by the time I got to the LCR, watching the election coverage on the big screen, watching the states roll in and seeing the lead grow higher and higher was deeply surreal. Getting a free sambuca shot and then having an epic battle with Chris for a fucking wooden spoon even more so.
Yes, rolling in home at 2am (after leaving abusive voicemails on more than one phone) and then tuning into the BBC's live coverage was good. More beer made it even better. I did attempt to compose my thoughts and feelings on this historic event as it was taking place, and the sad results can be found here.
Man, that feeling, at 4am, as California and a few other states were called, pushing Barack Obama over the line and making him the next president? Can't beat it. What a fantastic moment. And especially nice, as I'm even more proud of my country. Obviously Obama won't be a cure all. Rainbows and magic will not happen. The economy is still in a hole, and foreign relations need a fair bit of patching. But this is where I have faith. I don't think Barack is likely to waste this fantastic opportunity he has, and the amount of international goodwill that the whole world has for America should prove very, very useful for the future. Let's see how the next four years go.
After all, the only way is up!
And, just as a final note, I don't think we really saw the real John McCain until his concession speech. Now, if that McCain had been running, this race might have been very different. An extremely gracious and classy move. And seriously, McCain supporters? When your guy is trying to praise his opponent, DO NOT FUCKING BOO. Good lord.
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Now playing: Sigur Rós / Milano
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Day Thirty Eight: Liveblogging some election, or something.
Obama is at 195, McCain at 76, because Obama has just won Ohio.
So, to reiterate a point from the 2004 election, OHIOWNED!
Jesse Jackson is laying down the challenge. If America can elect a Black president, where the fuck is France's black president. What about Britain's Black prime minister?
Holy Shit, the Murdoch just kinda endorsed Obama. This is insane.
Also, Oprah just jumped on the bandwagon. Which is less shocking, but still.
Uh oh, McCain just won West Virginia.
Okay, so, the BBC, home of awesome, non-biased journalism, just comapared the odds of McCains chances to the existence of the tooth fairy.
Wow, the BBC actually just took a short break to talk about just how shitty a president Bush was. Not bad. Not bad.
Wisconsin has just gone to Obama. Hey, remember that time that Colin went to America in Love Actually. Motherfucker went to Wisconsin. Oh yes. You can't buy that kind of political analysis.
McCain just took Texas. Least shocking news ever, reflected in the BBC's five seconds worth of coverage on the matter.
Holy shit, did that dude say "economic shit"?
Oh, Economic Ship. Right.
That makes more sense.
Palin, while good for the Republican base, was unable to win over Joe Sixpack.
JOE SIXPACK, PREZ FOR 2012.
An actual quote from the BBC live coverage: "0243 How disappointing; I had harboured vain hopes of using some quotes from former CBS news anchor Dan Rather about the race being as tight as "a too-small bathing suit on a too-long ride home from the beach" or tighter than "rusted lug nuts on a '55 Ford." But the race isn't even close so far."
What.
Holy shit, this is better than the fucking election: http://www.conquerthislife.com/
You know what, fuck the fucking election.
This is better than that. So much better. Oh yes. Thanks go especially to Ryan for giving me this glorious thing. The BBC coverage is on mute now, because, holy shit, the Hoff is talking to me about Red Alert 3. Life could not get much better.
Wait.
Wait.
Eddie Fucking Izzard is on the BBC commentating on the election. What ho?
This is fascinating.
NEW AMERICA!
THE WORLD WILL BECOME FILLED WITH FLOWERS AND RAINBOWS AFTER BARACK OBAMA IS ELECTED.
Well, Fox News just called the election for Obama. I think this is now over. Even the vast right wing conspiracy has backed the next Prez. Gosh.
Republicans; Frighteningly defiant to the end.
HAHA, Media Bias from the BBC is evil and made McCain lose. You heard it here first. On the BBC.
Oops.
Man, that crazy ass dude with the moustache commentating on the election for the BBC is actually fucking crazy. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT.
The man in the Camo Baseball camp thinks that Obama is Satan, and he hates both Nancy and Barack. Gosh. McCain is the last great hope for the country.
THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED. SINCE 1992. OH YEAH.
(As an unrelated rambling note, I nearly took a wooden spoon home tonight. And the motherfucker was broken and stolen. I hate everyone. EVERYONE.)
Apparently McCain will concede within the hour. Christ I hope so. I'm fucking tired.
Hah. Doodies. Or, y'know, 'duties'. Crazy ass 'mercan accent.
IT'S ALL PALIN'S FAULT!
Man, fuck this. I'm moving to the bed. Since I have no wireless keyboard, I'm going to throw this up as it is.
***
But, I'm calling this for Obama. Seems like the safe bet.
Also, FUCK YES, OUR REPRESENTATIVE FROM SCRANTON, PENNSYLVANIA IS THE FUCKING VICE PRESIDENT.
WOO YAY.
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Now playing: F-Zero X - Mute City
So, to reiterate a point from the 2004 election, OHIOWNED!
Jesse Jackson is laying down the challenge. If America can elect a Black president, where the fuck is France's black president. What about Britain's Black prime minister?
Holy Shit, the Murdoch just kinda endorsed Obama. This is insane.
Also, Oprah just jumped on the bandwagon. Which is less shocking, but still.
Uh oh, McCain just won West Virginia.
Okay, so, the BBC, home of awesome, non-biased journalism, just comapared the odds of McCains chances to the existence of the tooth fairy.
Wow, the BBC actually just took a short break to talk about just how shitty a president Bush was. Not bad. Not bad.
Wisconsin has just gone to Obama. Hey, remember that time that Colin went to America in Love Actually. Motherfucker went to Wisconsin. Oh yes. You can't buy that kind of political analysis.
McCain just took Texas. Least shocking news ever, reflected in the BBC's five seconds worth of coverage on the matter.
Holy shit, did that dude say "economic shit"?
Oh, Economic Ship. Right.
That makes more sense.
Palin, while good for the Republican base, was unable to win over Joe Sixpack.
JOE SIXPACK, PREZ FOR 2012.
An actual quote from the BBC live coverage: "0243 How disappointing; I had harboured vain hopes of using some quotes from former CBS news anchor Dan Rather about the race being as tight as "a too-small bathing suit on a too-long ride home from the beach" or tighter than "rusted lug nuts on a '55 Ford." But the race isn't even close so far."
What.
Holy shit, this is better than the fucking election: http://www.conquerthislife.com/
You know what, fuck the fucking election.
This is better than that. So much better. Oh yes. Thanks go especially to Ryan for giving me this glorious thing. The BBC coverage is on mute now, because, holy shit, the Hoff is talking to me about Red Alert 3. Life could not get much better.
Wait.
Wait.
Eddie Fucking Izzard is on the BBC commentating on the election. What ho?
This is fascinating.
NEW AMERICA!
THE WORLD WILL BECOME FILLED WITH FLOWERS AND RAINBOWS AFTER BARACK OBAMA IS ELECTED.
Well, Fox News just called the election for Obama. I think this is now over. Even the vast right wing conspiracy has backed the next Prez. Gosh.
Republicans; Frighteningly defiant to the end.
HAHA, Media Bias from the BBC is evil and made McCain lose. You heard it here first. On the BBC.
Oops.
Man, that crazy ass dude with the moustache commentating on the election for the BBC is actually fucking crazy. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT.
The man in the Camo Baseball camp thinks that Obama is Satan, and he hates both Nancy and Barack. Gosh. McCain is the last great hope for the country.
THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED. SINCE 1992. OH YEAH.
(As an unrelated rambling note, I nearly took a wooden spoon home tonight. And the motherfucker was broken and stolen. I hate everyone. EVERYONE.)
Apparently McCain will concede within the hour. Christ I hope so. I'm fucking tired.
Hah. Doodies. Or, y'know, 'duties'. Crazy ass 'mercan accent.
IT'S ALL PALIN'S FAULT!
Man, fuck this. I'm moving to the bed. Since I have no wireless keyboard, I'm going to throw this up as it is.
***
But, I'm calling this for Obama. Seems like the safe bet.
Also, FUCK YES, OUR REPRESENTATIVE FROM SCRANTON, PENNSYLVANIA IS THE FUCKING VICE PRESIDENT.
WOO YAY.
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Now playing: F-Zero X - Mute City
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Day Thirty Seven: Really Important Issues.
My only comment on this Russell Brand/Jonathan Ross/BBC are now Satan/NO, HOLY SHIT IT'S A JOKE/NO FUCK YOU IT'S COMEDY/YOUR MUM IS COMEDY nonsense is that every single person commenting on it is retarded.
Every. Single. One.
Anyway. There are more pressing matters in the world. An election or two happening, probably. People being exploded in the Middle East. Starvation and poverty in the third world. Hell, how about the global recession for something that actually affects everyone?
But no. Instead we'll whinge back and forth about how either its just comedy and how you fucking prudes should lighten up, or how Ross and Brand and the BBC are evil bastards who should be burned at the stake for this moral filth, and every single retarded viewpoint in between. All both sides have managed to do, with their endless petitions and facebook status updates in support or against either side really manage to achieve is to annoy the fuck out of people who disagree with you, or prompt a load of people going "Yeah, right!" and circle-jerking each other into furious oblivion. It's the opposite of good, and, holy shit, any possible comedy effects that could have been had are sucked out by the absolute moral convictions of each side.
Honestly, it's enough to slightly distract me from Red Alert 3. And that is what is truly important today. I mean, have I mentioned that George Takei is in it? If that's not a reason to get passionate about something, then I don't know what is. Certainly more worthy than some sketch on a radio show.
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Now playing: The Great Kat / Rossini's William Tell Overture for Symphony Orchestra & Band
Every. Single. One.
Anyway. There are more pressing matters in the world. An election or two happening, probably. People being exploded in the Middle East. Starvation and poverty in the third world. Hell, how about the global recession for something that actually affects everyone?
But no. Instead we'll whinge back and forth about how either its just comedy and how you fucking prudes should lighten up, or how Ross and Brand and the BBC are evil bastards who should be burned at the stake for this moral filth, and every single retarded viewpoint in between. All both sides have managed to do, with their endless petitions and facebook status updates in support or against either side really manage to achieve is to annoy the fuck out of people who disagree with you, or prompt a load of people going "Yeah, right!" and circle-jerking each other into furious oblivion. It's the opposite of good, and, holy shit, any possible comedy effects that could have been had are sucked out by the absolute moral convictions of each side.
Honestly, it's enough to slightly distract me from Red Alert 3. And that is what is truly important today. I mean, have I mentioned that George Takei is in it? If that's not a reason to get passionate about something, then I don't know what is. Certainly more worthy than some sketch on a radio show.
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Now playing: The Great Kat / Rossini's William Tell Overture for Symphony Orchestra & Band
Monday, 3 November 2008
Day Thirty Six: A Good Day.
Red Alert 3 was the thing that woke me up this morning. Literally, as it dropped though our letter box. And, well, it's good. Damn good. Based on the C&C 3 Engine, but infused with a certain love and joy. The only kind of love and joy that comes along with Armoured Bears. And Tesla boats that turn into tanks. And japanomechs. And, of course, George Takei in the cutscenes. That cannot be understated.
So I plow a few hours into that, and then get a call from James, to go and see the new Bond flick. And we do. And it is quite awesome. I mean, yeah, James Bond is now attempting to be Jason Bourne, which is probably a bad thing, but my God, I'd still watch this film if it was renamed and called "The Wacky Adventures of M" because Judi Dench is just that fucking awesome.
And then. Beer and Burger at Wetherspoons. Which hurt. Because it was no regular beer and burger. This is burger, then doubled, then with cheese and bacon added. And a beer. The whole terrible lot is still sitting in my gut like a solid rock. It's going to do terrible things to me when it leaves.
And THEN! I head over to see Callum and Nicki at there place, and we drink beer, eat pizza, and watch Love Actually, and become very soppy towards the end. Except for me, because I have a heart of iron, dammit!
And now, I'm back home, and playing Red Alert 3 again. It's been a good day.
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Now playing: MGMT / Time To Pretend
So I plow a few hours into that, and then get a call from James, to go and see the new Bond flick. And we do. And it is quite awesome. I mean, yeah, James Bond is now attempting to be Jason Bourne, which is probably a bad thing, but my God, I'd still watch this film if it was renamed and called "The Wacky Adventures of M" because Judi Dench is just that fucking awesome.
And then. Beer and Burger at Wetherspoons. Which hurt. Because it was no regular beer and burger. This is burger, then doubled, then with cheese and bacon added. And a beer. The whole terrible lot is still sitting in my gut like a solid rock. It's going to do terrible things to me when it leaves.
And THEN! I head over to see Callum and Nicki at there place, and we drink beer, eat pizza, and watch Love Actually, and become very soppy towards the end. Except for me, because I have a heart of iron, dammit!
And now, I'm back home, and playing Red Alert 3 again. It's been a good day.
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Now playing: MGMT / Time To Pretend
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