At approximately 3.30AM, I rescued a hedgehog from the evil clutches of McDonalds! It had it's head stuck in a McFlurry pot, and I managed to take it off without a) tearing off the beastie's head and b) catching rabies.
Hurrah!
Lessons of today: Don't eat at McDonalds. If you do, at least throw your manky packaging away. Or I will come for you, with my newly formed hedgehog army. And there WILL be some sort of reckoning.
Saturday, 29 March 2008
Sunday, 23 March 2008
Easter post which is not really obligatory at all
A thought: Do we get bucketloads of chocolate everytime an incarnate God is resurrected after being nailed to a bit of wood?
Friday, 21 March 2008
Tengo un problema del alcohol
But I can vaguely speak/understand spanish. Rock.
T'other day, more evidence as to my being dead inside (dead like some sort of undead monstrosity which had finally been put firmly to rest) has arisen. I enjoy, for wont/want of a better word, funerals more than I do weddings. Actually, I don't wont/want for a better word at all. Appreciate is a better word.
Hear me out. At a wedding, people are all very much pretending (at least) to be in love. Oooh, cynicism. I admit that some people, if not most people, actually are. But we, as guests/victims are forced to sit through proclomations of said love, which in my opinion just isn't right. It makes those that aren't in love jealous, and those that think they might be but aren't entirely sure, uncomfortable. Worse, it makes those bastards that know 'for sure' feel superior. And yes, I'm one of those bastards. Apologies. But I wasn't always.
Funerals, however, are, at the very least, insightful. Will you take a look at the sheer amount of commas in that last sentence? Half of 'em shouldn't be there, but they make me look intelligent. Or at least they would, if I wasn't mentioning that fact now. Back to the point. In my experience, you always find out at least one interesting fact about a loved one that they never would have told you themselves. Not necessarily through deliberate subject avoidance, but just through lack of relevant questions. Bear in mind that you could almost never have had an impact on whether or not the subject of the funeral died or didn't, there's almost always a positive side to them. Whereas weddings just make people angry, depressed and lonely.
And, to take away from the vaguely serious note, spanish is easily the sexiest language that I've ever heard. I need to learn to speak it much more fluently. Es muy peligroso, por favor will not cut it in conversation wih an actual spaniard.
Also, what in the name of all that's unholy is a 'cyclic redundancy check'? Apart from being an entirely arbitrary way of my laptop not wanting to copy various files from a DVD to an external HD?
G'night, anyone who's reading. Sleep well.
T'other day, more evidence as to my being dead inside (dead like some sort of undead monstrosity which had finally been put firmly to rest) has arisen. I enjoy, for wont/want of a better word, funerals more than I do weddings. Actually, I don't wont/want for a better word at all. Appreciate is a better word.
Hear me out. At a wedding, people are all very much pretending (at least) to be in love. Oooh, cynicism. I admit that some people, if not most people, actually are. But we, as guests/victims are forced to sit through proclomations of said love, which in my opinion just isn't right. It makes those that aren't in love jealous, and those that think they might be but aren't entirely sure, uncomfortable. Worse, it makes those bastards that know 'for sure' feel superior. And yes, I'm one of those bastards. Apologies. But I wasn't always.
Funerals, however, are, at the very least, insightful. Will you take a look at the sheer amount of commas in that last sentence? Half of 'em shouldn't be there, but they make me look intelligent. Or at least they would, if I wasn't mentioning that fact now. Back to the point. In my experience, you always find out at least one interesting fact about a loved one that they never would have told you themselves. Not necessarily through deliberate subject avoidance, but just through lack of relevant questions. Bear in mind that you could almost never have had an impact on whether or not the subject of the funeral died or didn't, there's almost always a positive side to them. Whereas weddings just make people angry, depressed and lonely.
And, to take away from the vaguely serious note, spanish is easily the sexiest language that I've ever heard. I need to learn to speak it much more fluently. Es muy peligroso, por favor will not cut it in conversation wih an actual spaniard.
Also, what in the name of all that's unholy is a 'cyclic redundancy check'? Apart from being an entirely arbitrary way of my laptop not wanting to copy various files from a DVD to an external HD?
G'night, anyone who's reading. Sleep well.
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
WFRP
Holy mother of Moly. I now have two WFRP games planned, players'n'all.
I'm doomed.
As are the players.
I really should stop being tempted to run the Supers game, too...
I'm doomed.
As are the players.
I really should stop being tempted to run the Supers game, too...
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Pancakes
It just occurred to me, while blogstalking a priest (how many people can claim to have done THAT?) that I missed pancake day this year. Again. Well, I think it was 'again', I really don't remember.
Pancakes are clearly not as important to me as they once were.
The extent to which some people change...
Pancakes are clearly not as important to me as they once were.
The extent to which some people change...
Also buggermonkeys
All decisions should go to Hell, slowly, over a slide covered in broken glass, lubricated with vinegar and salt.
Hell would obviously be a pit filled with speakers in the guise of rusty spikes, constantly playing 'Reach' by S Club 7, for all eternity.
Why can't everyone just think like I do? Bastards.
No offence meant. Blogs are fun to vent on.
Hell would obviously be a pit filled with speakers in the guise of rusty spikes, constantly playing 'Reach' by S Club 7, for all eternity.
Why can't everyone just think like I do? Bastards.
No offence meant. Blogs are fun to vent on.
Sunday, 2 March 2008
Cocknobs.
So, new year's resolutions. I fail entirely.
Well, not entirely. I've still not been hit by a car, although Ed was, which is ... scary. But he's fine. The lengths some people will go to to escape the wearing of drag.
True story.
Well, not entirely. I've still not been hit by a car, although Ed was, which is ... scary. But he's fine. The lengths some people will go to to escape the wearing of drag.
True story.
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