Red Alert 3 will be here soon. I can feel it. It teases me, my Amazon package tracking page. Red Alert 3 is on its way. It's been dispatched. And soon, it will be mine. I'm excited.
So, anyway, its Halloween today. I was never really someone who got into Halloween, at least in the traditional sense. For the most part it was just chucking eggs at houses and then coming back home and having to give sweets to other people who would no doubt be returning shortly to throw eggs at your house.
But still, tonight promises to be a very fun night. I'm Ninja'd up, again, because it's a nice and cheap costume. Man, if only I had a labcoat, then I'd be going as Dr. McNinja, but sadly that geeky dream will not pass. I've got a crate of beer to drink, along with whatever else I come accross at the LCR, and I'm going there armed with various plastic ninja weapons that I got in a set at poundland. I'd never before quite embraced the beauty of pound shops. I'm going to start doing all my shopping there dfrom now on.
Anyway, as tonight promises to be extremely drunken and fun, expect a lovely after action report this Monday. Expect it to contain rambling and overly frightening topics, such as just how many people went as the fucking Joker from Fucking Dark Knight. Seriously people, be a little creative. So, you've got that to look forward to on Monday.
Unless I'm busy playing Red Alert 3. In which case, expect a post about just how fucking awesome Red Alert 3 is.
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Now playing: The Band / The Night They Drove Old Dixie
Friday, 31 October 2008
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Day Thirty Four: Here is something that you will like.
We all know that roughly 95% of internet web comics are shit, right? Sure as night follows day, sure as eggs are eggs, sure as every odd numbered Star Trek film is shit.*
However, there are a few bright shining stars out there.You've got your XKCDs, your Penny Arcades and the like. However, the one, absolutely unquestionable best webcomic ever is The Adventures of Dr. McNinja.
This is a fact. I will explain it to you. And, if at the end, you do not agree, then we simply cannot be friends anymore.
This comic stars Dr. McNinja, a doctor who is also a ninja and therefore torn between his desire to kill and his desire to heal. His receptionist, Judy, is a gorilla. He occasionally dreams about being Batman. His ward is Gordito, and 11 year old Mexican bandito who grew a moustache through sheer force of will. Gordito also rides a velociraptor. Just because.
The problem is trying to treat this as a webcomic. A webcomic is something that you visit once a day, laugh and move on. With Dr. McNinja, you want the story to keep going so that you keep on getting the awesome. This feels much more like a full-blown comic, one that would, and indeed should be stocking the shelves alongside the big names from DC and Marvel.
So. Visit, and read around. The complete issues in the archive include Dr. McNinja fighting a Giant Paul Bunyan, and fighting hundreds of zombies. Oh, and punching out Dracula. Finally, the final phrase that will seal the deal, and decide whether you love or hate this comic.
"CHAINSAW NUNCHUCKS"
Check it out. I can absolutely promise you won't regret it.
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Now playing: The Fifth Dimension / Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In
*That's actually not true anymore, as Star Trek X: Nemesis was so awful that it broke the curse of odd/even numbered Trek films. But that's a subject for another day.
However, there are a few bright shining stars out there.You've got your XKCDs, your Penny Arcades and the like. However, the one, absolutely unquestionable best webcomic ever is The Adventures of Dr. McNinja.
This is a fact. I will explain it to you. And, if at the end, you do not agree, then we simply cannot be friends anymore.
This comic stars Dr. McNinja, a doctor who is also a ninja and therefore torn between his desire to kill and his desire to heal. His receptionist, Judy, is a gorilla. He occasionally dreams about being Batman. His ward is Gordito, and 11 year old Mexican bandito who grew a moustache through sheer force of will. Gordito also rides a velociraptor. Just because.
The problem is trying to treat this as a webcomic. A webcomic is something that you visit once a day, laugh and move on. With Dr. McNinja, you want the story to keep going so that you keep on getting the awesome. This feels much more like a full-blown comic, one that would, and indeed should be stocking the shelves alongside the big names from DC and Marvel.
So. Visit, and read around. The complete issues in the archive include Dr. McNinja fighting a Giant Paul Bunyan, and fighting hundreds of zombies. Oh, and punching out Dracula. Finally, the final phrase that will seal the deal, and decide whether you love or hate this comic.
"CHAINSAW NUNCHUCKS"
Check it out. I can absolutely promise you won't regret it.
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Now playing: The Fifth Dimension / Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In
*That's actually not true anymore, as Star Trek X: Nemesis was so awful that it broke the curse of odd/even numbered Trek films. But that's a subject for another day.
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Day Thirty Three: Dear me.
I'm still hungover as I'm typing this today. Last night was quite heavy. Extremely fun, of course, as the LGBT socials generally are, but still, my god. I was feeling it today. Jesus.
So, anyhow, have you been watching Dead Set? You really should be. It's fantastic. My drunken blogging aside last night, it truly is a fantastic show, and I wish that it was going to last longer than just this week. Imagine it, a fullblown series charting the zombie outbreak in Britain. Someone get these guys a miniseries on HBO.
The American election is worrying me. The polls and whatnot have Obama up, and he looks set to win this by a quite nice margin in the electoral college, but I'm still fucking nervous. I was worried back in '04, in my happy-go-lucky, Michael Moore tells me what is right state of affairs, and I'd have been glad for anyone to replace George, even though Kerry would have been a fucking terrible president.
The worst thing is, I'd have been happy for either McCain or Obama to become president up until recently. The problem with McCain is twofold, firstly, he hasn't really been able to run as himself, given that Obama far better represents change then he does, even though they've both broken ranks inside their individual parties.
Secondly, we have Sarah Palin. Jesus. Sarah Fucking Palin. The woman terrifies me more than George in his worst moments. Her public interviews terrify me. The woman does not read papers. When pushed, she couldn't name any. I like to think that even (still!) President Bush would be able to tell you what the fuck the New York Times was. Plus, admittedly, I do the tiniest crush on Joe Biden. Motherfucker is from Scranton. He seems genuinely passionate about politics. In short, he seems like he gives a shit about what he does, while Palin just cares what she can do with power once she has it.
She may end up costing McCain the election, and that's unfortunate, as this is something that he's tried to do several times, and it's just never worked out. Imagine if he'd won the nomination in 2000. No George. Just John.
So, we'll see. Popular opinion seems in favour of Obama. But, it's politics. Who can tell what'll happen in the next 5 days?
So, anyhow, have you been watching Dead Set? You really should be. It's fantastic. My drunken blogging aside last night, it truly is a fantastic show, and I wish that it was going to last longer than just this week. Imagine it, a fullblown series charting the zombie outbreak in Britain. Someone get these guys a miniseries on HBO.
The American election is worrying me. The polls and whatnot have Obama up, and he looks set to win this by a quite nice margin in the electoral college, but I'm still fucking nervous. I was worried back in '04, in my happy-go-lucky, Michael Moore tells me what is right state of affairs, and I'd have been glad for anyone to replace George, even though Kerry would have been a fucking terrible president.
The worst thing is, I'd have been happy for either McCain or Obama to become president up until recently. The problem with McCain is twofold, firstly, he hasn't really been able to run as himself, given that Obama far better represents change then he does, even though they've both broken ranks inside their individual parties.
Secondly, we have Sarah Palin. Jesus. Sarah Fucking Palin. The woman terrifies me more than George in his worst moments. Her public interviews terrify me. The woman does not read papers. When pushed, she couldn't name any. I like to think that even (still!) President Bush would be able to tell you what the fuck the New York Times was. Plus, admittedly, I do the tiniest crush on Joe Biden. Motherfucker is from Scranton. He seems genuinely passionate about politics. In short, he seems like he gives a shit about what he does, while Palin just cares what she can do with power once she has it.
She may end up costing McCain the election, and that's unfortunate, as this is something that he's tried to do several times, and it's just never worked out. Imagine if he'd won the nomination in 2000. No George. Just John.
So, we'll see. Popular opinion seems in favour of Obama. But, it's politics. Who can tell what'll happen in the next 5 days?
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Day Thirty Two: BLAH
So, Dead Set appears to be the spiritual prequel to 28 days later then. That is fucking awesome.
I mean, Davina McCall as a fucking manic zombie is awesome, but dammit, this is great.
Anyway, I spent tonight at an L G B T social, whic was facinating. LGBT stand for lesbian gay bi and transgender by the way.
I think it might be easier being a dude who fancies dudes. As far as I can make out, the guys I was with had absolutly no problem pulling dudes who they found. I do not have any clue why some of these guys had to ask me later on "hey, am I boring?" given that they had some random dude attempting to lick their face. SO, damn, I should probably turn gay then. Seems to be fun enough. Except I don't really like having sex with guys.
Heh, "I'm a normalite."
Sorry, I'm liveblogging this as I'm watching the latest Dead Set.
"Merry fucking Christmas"
My god this shit is awesome.
So, at gay night I was able to decide that it doesn't matter whether you're straight or gay; making out in public is disgusting, and you should go home to fucking do it.
I mean, jesus christ, just go home and get your sex on.
"It's not a submarine you specimen, do you know how air works?"
This show is fantastic and I wish to make love to it very much.
SO.
The point is that I wndered over to gay night, watched dudes make out with each other, then had Callum steal some kind of head dress and then j'accuse me of stealing it.
I feel slandered.
And drunk.
Well. Mostly drunk.
Right.
So...
I mean, Davina McCall as a fucking manic zombie is awesome, but dammit, this is great.
Anyway, I spent tonight at an L G B T social, whic was facinating. LGBT stand for lesbian gay bi and transgender by the way.
I think it might be easier being a dude who fancies dudes. As far as I can make out, the guys I was with had absolutly no problem pulling dudes who they found. I do not have any clue why some of these guys had to ask me later on "hey, am I boring?" given that they had some random dude attempting to lick their face. SO, damn, I should probably turn gay then. Seems to be fun enough. Except I don't really like having sex with guys.
Heh, "I'm a normalite."
Sorry, I'm liveblogging this as I'm watching the latest Dead Set.
"Merry fucking Christmas"
My god this shit is awesome.
So, at gay night I was able to decide that it doesn't matter whether you're straight or gay; making out in public is disgusting, and you should go home to fucking do it.
I mean, jesus christ, just go home and get your sex on.
"It's not a submarine you specimen, do you know how air works?"
This show is fantastic and I wish to make love to it very much.
SO.
The point is that I wndered over to gay night, watched dudes make out with each other, then had Callum steal some kind of head dress and then j'accuse me of stealing it.
I feel slandered.
And drunk.
Well. Mostly drunk.
Right.
So...
Monday, 27 October 2008
Day Thirty One: A couple of points.
Firstly, fuck yes to actually getting my essays done last night! I even got sleep, which I don't think I've done ever on an essay night at uni. So, woo yay me.
Secondly, holy shit, did you see Dead Set tonight?
Man, that was not only one of the best opening episodes to any series ever, but it also managed to combine some quality satire with brainsplosions. And that is something that I am all about. However, watching it did raise an issue that I have with Zombies in the media.
WARNING, THE REST OF THIS ENTRY WILL BE DEEPLY NERDY AND LAME. ONLY READ ON IF YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAR THE GEEKINESS, OR IF YOU REALLY LIKE ZOMBIES.
Dead Set cheats here a bit, I think, by using fast zombies. Now, there are a couple schools of thought on this, but generally fast zombies are really, really fucking easy to make scary. Whereas, the art of making the traditional, slow and shambling zombie is, well, just that, an art. Slow Zombies aren't scary because of their individual nature, you need a massive crowd of them, so that you get wave after wave of the fuckers. While fast zombies are dangerous on an individual level, you need a group of slow zombies to freak you out righteously.
So, yeah, I'm not saying it's bad or anything. After all, 28 days used fast zombies and it was one scary motherfucking film. I'm just saying, it'd be lovely to have a shambling horde of slow zombies attacking the Big Brother house.
Anyway.
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Now playing: Liam Lynch / Rapbot
Secondly, holy shit, did you see Dead Set tonight?
Man, that was not only one of the best opening episodes to any series ever, but it also managed to combine some quality satire with brainsplosions. And that is something that I am all about. However, watching it did raise an issue that I have with Zombies in the media.
WARNING, THE REST OF THIS ENTRY WILL BE DEEPLY NERDY AND LAME. ONLY READ ON IF YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAR THE GEEKINESS, OR IF YOU REALLY LIKE ZOMBIES.
Dead Set cheats here a bit, I think, by using fast zombies. Now, there are a couple schools of thought on this, but generally fast zombies are really, really fucking easy to make scary. Whereas, the art of making the traditional, slow and shambling zombie is, well, just that, an art. Slow Zombies aren't scary because of their individual nature, you need a massive crowd of them, so that you get wave after wave of the fuckers. While fast zombies are dangerous on an individual level, you need a group of slow zombies to freak you out righteously.
So, yeah, I'm not saying it's bad or anything. After all, 28 days used fast zombies and it was one scary motherfucking film. I'm just saying, it'd be lovely to have a shambling horde of slow zombies attacking the Big Brother house.
Anyway.
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Now playing: Liam Lynch / Rapbot
Friday, 24 October 2008
Day Thirty: Hah, the one month anniversary!
Gosh. This is far further than I expected I'd get. Thirty fucking days, of nonstop churning out retarded crap is all well and good, but when it's me attempting to stick to a regular schedule and I actually achieve this goal, well, I think that allows me a little moment to reflect on just how fucking awesome I am.
FUCK. YES.
All right, admittedly this blog does tend to just be aimless ramblings about me, or about TV with a level of critical analysis that would make my lecturers vomit if they were to read it, and tends towards long, rambling entries about nothing much in particular. However, I'm just happy about the fact that I've managed to keep this up for as long as I have. The point of this blog was never to produce works of soul searing quality; precise and beautiful lines of prose that make the reader humble and weak, inspiring men and awing women.
I mean, it does that already, so that's not really an issue. The point is, that I'm just happy that I was able to stick to a schedule without cheating...for the most part. I've bent the rules on a couple of nights, but I've always had an update, every weekday, for over a month now. And the fact that I was able to stick to that, pointless and stupid though it may be, still makes me very happy.
Also, I still have an essay to do. So, fuck you, I'm going to go write some more of my essay, and then weep uncontrollably because I just. can't. finish. it.
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Now playing: Guster / I Hope Tomorrow Is Like Today
FUCK. YES.
All right, admittedly this blog does tend to just be aimless ramblings about me, or about TV with a level of critical analysis that would make my lecturers vomit if they were to read it, and tends towards long, rambling entries about nothing much in particular. However, I'm just happy about the fact that I've managed to keep this up for as long as I have. The point of this blog was never to produce works of soul searing quality; precise and beautiful lines of prose that make the reader humble and weak, inspiring men and awing women.
I mean, it does that already, so that's not really an issue. The point is, that I'm just happy that I was able to stick to a schedule without cheating...for the most part. I've bent the rules on a couple of nights, but I've always had an update, every weekday, for over a month now. And the fact that I was able to stick to that, pointless and stupid though it may be, still makes me very happy.
Also, I still have an essay to do. So, fuck you, I'm going to go write some more of my essay, and then weep uncontrollably because I just. can't. finish. it.
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Now playing: Guster / I Hope Tomorrow Is Like Today
Thursday, 23 October 2008
Day Twenty Nine: Just a Placeholder
I'll be throwing up a larger update later on tonight/early in the morning.
The reason for this is that I'm determined to finish my politics essay tonight, and taking a break to ramble incoherently for 250 words about South Park would distract me from rambling incoherently for 1000 words about The Office.
So, stay tuned. Also, I've no idea what the fuck this will do to my facebook feed, so I've got that to look forward to.
Edit: So, fresh from the wave of absolute bullshit that was my (finished!) essay, let's launch into a rambling bit about South Park. The latest episode was pretty fantastic. The inclusion of Craig into the group as a way to criticise the main four boys was a great way to actually pick apart these guys, and their place in the school. Then, later on, we got a Cloverfield parody that was absolutely inspired, taking the fear that film evoked and taking it a completely different way, made all the better thanks to it being in the hands of the most retarded character within the show, Randy. I'm pretty sure Stan's Dad is moving closer and closer to being another central character, as opposed to a character that makes up part of the background scenery, as most of the other parents do.
However, there is one pretty strong criticism that I'd make of this episode, which is that, around the middle of the episode, the plot pretty much stopped moving. When you realise that this is going on, the immediate reaction is to become annoyed, because you just know that this is going to be a two parter, and the rest of the episode is filler. Don't get me wrong, I think Parker and Stone are fucking brilliant at what they do, and they've done some fantastic multiple episode plotlines, including the frankly wonderful 'Imaginationland', which was actually a three parter. The problem is that while that felt that it had enough plot for three episodes, this just feels like a one episode concept that is going to be stretched out far too much over two.
Anyway. Now on to the next essay. Which is longer. And about four times harder.
Fuck.
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Now playing: Lou Reed / Walk On The Wild Side
The reason for this is that I'm determined to finish my politics essay tonight, and taking a break to ramble incoherently for 250 words about South Park would distract me from rambling incoherently for 1000 words about The Office.
So, stay tuned. Also, I've no idea what the fuck this will do to my facebook feed, so I've got that to look forward to.
Edit: So, fresh from the wave of absolute bullshit that was my (finished!) essay, let's launch into a rambling bit about South Park. The latest episode was pretty fantastic. The inclusion of Craig into the group as a way to criticise the main four boys was a great way to actually pick apart these guys, and their place in the school. Then, later on, we got a Cloverfield parody that was absolutely inspired, taking the fear that film evoked and taking it a completely different way, made all the better thanks to it being in the hands of the most retarded character within the show, Randy. I'm pretty sure Stan's Dad is moving closer and closer to being another central character, as opposed to a character that makes up part of the background scenery, as most of the other parents do.
However, there is one pretty strong criticism that I'd make of this episode, which is that, around the middle of the episode, the plot pretty much stopped moving. When you realise that this is going on, the immediate reaction is to become annoyed, because you just know that this is going to be a two parter, and the rest of the episode is filler. Don't get me wrong, I think Parker and Stone are fucking brilliant at what they do, and they've done some fantastic multiple episode plotlines, including the frankly wonderful 'Imaginationland', which was actually a three parter. The problem is that while that felt that it had enough plot for three episodes, this just feels like a one episode concept that is going to be stretched out far too much over two.
Anyway. Now on to the next essay. Which is longer. And about four times harder.
Fuck.
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Now playing: Lou Reed / Walk On The Wild Side
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