While queueing up for my weekly handout of lentil soup from the Church kitchens, there came a roll of thunder from a cloudless sky. I considered that God might be trying to tell me something, but if he's got something to say to me he can do it to my face.
I was fourth in line. Places 1-3 were taken by a trio of portly women, who were making really quite vicious passive-aggressive remarks about each other's physical stature and appearance, and occasionally poking each other in the stomach. It was really awkward to be in the vicinity of.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Mr Sandman, I'm so alone
I was intending to spend Valentine's Day drinking and blogging about an imaginary girlfriend, but fortunately I was called away on catsitting duty before being able to follow through on what would surely have been a disasterous plan. Instead, I had the joy of looking after Jam for the weekend and reading my way through most of Steven's Sandman series of graphic novels. Which were good.
In a non-interesting coincidence, the first of the Scout's weapon updates to be released is called The Sandman - Link. It looks alright, but I'm a bit worried at the number of movement impairing weapons that Valve are releasing. They've already had the Airblast and Natasha. At this rate, the demoman will be firing literal sticky bombs that glue people to walls, the Sniper will be harpooning people to surfaces, the Spy will have a sapper that only targets people's shoes, and so on.
Nobody is going to be able to move an inch.
Hopefully the coming two other unlocks will have something a bit more interesting.
Other than that, I really have nothing else to blog about. My free time has been taken up by TF2 quite a bit, so I removed it, but I still need time to catch up on world events. I can't even blog about how much a knob I am for going to the gym because my body has conspired to keep me away from physical exertion. My torso now clicks every time my thorax is twisted relative to my abdomen, so I've chosen to lay off gyming. Also, every time I eat something or think about eating something I feel nauseous, so I don't eat, so I don't have any energy.
If you've ever felt the desire to push me over and not have me get back up, now is the time.
In a non-interesting coincidence, the first of the Scout's weapon updates to be released is called The Sandman - Link. It looks alright, but I'm a bit worried at the number of movement impairing weapons that Valve are releasing. They've already had the Airblast and Natasha. At this rate, the demoman will be firing literal sticky bombs that glue people to walls, the Sniper will be harpooning people to surfaces, the Spy will have a sapper that only targets people's shoes, and so on.
Nobody is going to be able to move an inch.
Hopefully the coming two other unlocks will have something a bit more interesting.
Other than that, I really have nothing else to blog about. My free time has been taken up by TF2 quite a bit, so I removed it, but I still need time to catch up on world events. I can't even blog about how much a knob I am for going to the gym because my body has conspired to keep me away from physical exertion. My torso now clicks every time my thorax is twisted relative to my abdomen, so I've chosen to lay off gyming. Also, every time I eat something or think about eating something I feel nauseous, so I don't eat, so I don't have any energy.
If you've ever felt the desire to push me over and not have me get back up, now is the time.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Scotland's Only Anime/Art Convention 2
Dear Past Self,
The correct date is the 28th of February. Quit trying to sabotage Future Self's life, fuckface.
I'll get you.
From "Future" Self
The correct date is the 28th of February. Quit trying to sabotage Future Self's life, fuckface.
I'll get you.
From "Future" Self
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Scotland's Only Anime/Art Convention
Dear Future Self,
Try to remember to go to the Anime Convention on the 29th of February. It's the only one Scotland has.
Don't forget, y'eejit.
Serious.
Try to remember to go to the Anime Convention on the 29th of February. It's the only one Scotland has.
Don't forget, y'eejit.
Serious.
There's no day like snow day
It's snowing so hard right now. I like snow but I'm always stressed about when it's going to stop snowing. Because it has to, sooner or later. And the knowledge that one should be out there enjoying the snow rather than sitting in lectures watching the snow is maddening. And then there's the fear that one is not enjoying the precious time we have with snow to it's utmost potential.
Snow is like a metaphor for life and death. Except I don't enjoy life as much as I enjoy snow.
Snow is like a metaphor for life and death. Except I don't enjoy life as much as I enjoy snow.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
He's Just Not That into You
Why does the poster for the film 'He's Just Not That into You' put such an emphasis on the 'not'? I don't understand how putting 'not' in italics changes the meaning of the sentence in any way. I'm not saying it's grammatically incorrect, butI've run it through my head so many times that it's lost all meaning.
If the emphasis was on the 'He' or the 'You' I could understand it, and frankly they would both make more compelling titles.
'He's just not that into you." (OMG, but who is into me?!)
'He's just not that into you.' (OMG, he's cheating on me?!)
He's just not that into you. He just is not that into you. He just isn't that into you.
...
Give us this day our Soup
Say what you will about the Church, they do make heavenly soup.
Ho ho.
Incidentally, I was wearing my large green old coat in order to appear more tramp-like while stealing soup from the Church. It has the bonus of being extremely warm, though it does make me look like a farmer-rapist.
I assumed this was why a policeman looked at me shifty in the street, but I later found out it could have been because I had what I believe to be human fat caked to the front of my face.
Well obviously I didn't know it was there.
Ho ho.
Incidentally, I was wearing my large green old coat in order to appear more tramp-like while stealing soup from the Church. It has the bonus of being extremely warm, though it does make me look like a farmer-rapist.
I assumed this was why a policeman looked at me shifty in the street, but I later found out it could have been because I had what I believe to be human fat caked to the front of my face.
Well obviously I didn't know it was there.
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