Monthly Archive for September, 2005

grab the bull

Published on 21/09/2005 in everything. 0 Comments

Behold Gigantor, clad entirely in crimson!

Monday night is now Tauren alt night. Also, Tuesday night, Wednesday night and every damn night for the foreseeable because Taurens are just far fucking cooler than any other race in Azeroth.

Matt and I can be found most nights on Draenor (the European one, oh yeah) right now, fucking shit up in and around Mulgore, and generally looking cool. We might well be talking to Michelle too, because talking to your girlfriend every evening is only made better by playing WoW and inviting your friend into the conference so he can yell at you to heal him. Or something. I’m not complaining, because if Matt forced me to rely on mere typing to communicate with him in-game I swear I would go fucking mad.

Back in fleshspace my garden got ripped the fuck up this week, which is a better thing than it perhaps sounds. Gone are all the trees, hedges and shit that were crammed into an exceptionally small space, here are the utilitarian fence-posts, hewn of concrete, and the slender wooden fence panels.


It lies barren, though full of promise!

Also here is the irate neighbour, whose lawn appears to have crept across the boundary line when nobody was watching. Well tough! My garden is expanding, not unlike the Third Reich, while his lawn is barely even an Austria – it will be crushed, battered, and subsumed into the advancing might of my domain!

Truth be told though, it feels smaller now, because before you could never see the boundaries. There was potential behind that greenery, it could have been huge back there! Those conifers might have hidden armies, or an angry bull, or a community of confused hobos. They did hide a rusty old slide, which confused the fuck out of us all, but it’s not really the same.

teh funneh

Published on 20/09/2005 in everything and pictures. 0 Comments

I went to a funeral last week for my great-uncle Tony, and later a wake. The whole thing was phenomenally depressing, but the thing that sticks in my mind from the whole day is the sign that Tony’s son had made reminding guests to shut the garden gate lest the family dog get out.

Is there something wrong about that? I mean, in a period of mourning the thoughts that filled my head were “So does that mean I can leave it open? And how is the dog supposed to read that?” I’m going to call it inappropriate humour syndrome, which doesn’t have a cool acronym. Suggestions are welcome, though alternatives escape me even more so than the ability to mourn.

Oh, and Batman totally fixes the washing machines where I work. How cool is that?

Zero Tolerance~ o/

Published on 20/09/2005 in everything and pictures. 0 Comments

These are the first to fall, but the first of many!

The time for talking has passed, the time for action is upon us!

I don’t know about you, but I am fucking sick of putting on a pair of socks only to discover a hole in one or both large enough to accommodate a scared and wounded fox. Not only does it present me with that which I fear most, a choice of my course of action (do I find another pair, or tough it out like a real man?), but each solution is what you might call sub-optimal.

So yeah, I’m not pulling any punches now, you sock-faced bastards. From now on, every single sock I find with a hole in not only gets thrown away, it also condemns its fellow regardless of whether the other sock has a hole. Hopefully this will serve as an example to the other socks, show them that the limits of my mercy have been reached. Perhaps it’ll even get that pair of jeans with the dodgy zip to buck up its ideas.

Of course, following the course of action as outlined above would be foolish to say the least, had I not some plan of procuring replacements. Very soon I would have no socks at all and be forced to travel everywhere barefoot, lest I make my shoes all stinky. As it is, I just got paid, so I’m feeling wealthy enough to decree that for every three pairs of socks thrown away I shall buy four more. They shall be lush and thick, for winter creeps ever nearer, and come in a panoply of colours (though with more than a few hewn from darkest black, since black goes with everything).

iPhone, you phone, we all phone for pizza!

Published on 07/09/2005 in everything. 0 Comments

worst. iPhone. mockup. EVAR

Only 3 hours to go! To go until what? Until I found out if I ought to have held longer in my state of patient waiting, waiting for the offspring of Motorolla and Apple. It’ll have to be a pretty cool device to make me want to ditch my sexy, sexy phone though.

And that’s the end of the mobile phone geekery! But the start of the MMORPG geekery!

World of Warcraft, finally I have got around to playing you. Blah blah the game rocks, I’m sure anyone who cares to has read that often enough. Currently I’ve got a l20 Human rogue who I named Shayera in a bout of foaming Justice League addiction (now all I need is a giant golden helmet and a very large mace….) on the Draenor server, but I’m getting druid envy and might start a Tauren one later, who knows!

Musically, Goldfrapp’s Supernature is working its way through my system slowly and with a warm velvet touch. It’s like something in my belly has given rise to a thick liquid, now spreading to each of my extremities, which also happens to be the rather sexy physical embodiment of a feeling of total contentment. So yeah, it’s a pretty nice album.

Oh and hey, why the fuck do people keep leaving creepy comments on the bottom of the Cornwall entry? They’re creepier than a cold hand running up the inside of your thigh in the middle of the night, in the dark!