Ichi Ni San Shi GO GO GO GO

1. Play World of Warcraft - check
2. Join Roleplaying Society - check
3. Attend Anime Convention - check
4. Ritual suicide - pending

Thanks a great deal to Steven and Alex for also attending D-Con 2009 (Scotland's Only Anime/Art Convention); it made things marginally more socially acceptable. I returned about an hour after you guys left to witness and record the Street Fighter tournament and Cosplay Competition. Most of the photographs were rendered worthless by the darkness of mono and floor five, but I got one of the two Squalls:


And another of the chobit, the girl with the green hair, and the girl with the white hair and companion cube together, but apparently my camera was far too excited to focus.

They exist only in my memories now.

There's also a poor quality video of the bewildering end of proceedings. The Chobit (the one in the white dress with the stockings and cat ears) was the winner.



And so my cosplay adventure ends, and I leave only slightly less confused than when I arrived.

A Life Of Bitter Irony

It looks like I'm the last person remaining in Painfully Single Team. Is that ironic?

I don't know if it's ironic, but it certainly not fun times.

Well, zis was a disappointment!

Another Gross Anatomy exam, another disaster. I must have written down 'median nerve' about a dozen times.

Q1. What is this structure?
A. The median nerve

Q2. What innervates the structure seen in Q1?
A. Erm. The median nerve

At least I seem to care less with each passing failure. And I may not be a good Biologist, but at least I can... whistle pretty okay. Assuming I don't damage the median nerve of the face, I'll always be able to whistle pretty okay.

What if everything you ever wanted CAME IN A ROCKET CAN!?!

You'll be UNCOMFORTABLY ENERGETIC!

The second Scout update has been released and is seemingly an energy drink that replaces the Scout's pistol, allowing him to run as fast as a Kenyan and dodge bullets.

This sounds like it could screw over the Engineer and Heavy quite some, what with their reliance almost entirely on hitscan weapons. But when God gives you lemons you FIND A NEW GOD.

The Cost of Freedom - £30

'''And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of the setting suns,

And the round ocean and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;

A motion and a spirit, that impels.'
- Wordsworth'

-The back of a relentless can'

- Egotrain, 2008'

- Egotrain, 2009

Never have finer words been spoken, quoted, used in advertising, then blogged and reblogged. Today has been a good day. The sun shone in a manner befitting of summer. I went for a jog, a swim, sat in the sauna for a good half an hour, and finally bought a second-hand bike off three bald men in overalls.

From then until teatime I rode around Dundee Town, singing afternoon delight, wearing an expression of glee that one really should expect to see more often on the face of somebody who doesn't work for a living. Only as I write this is the blood beginning to flow back into my perineum.

It doesn't really have a turning circle to speak of and the brakes are hit and miss, but I'm thinking of painting it midnight black with speed lines and christening it the StarRocket.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Thunder through the clear and empty air

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.