'It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy...'
And this is the difference between Andy drunk, and rascally drunk Andy. Mainly that rascally drunk Andy is filled with pizza, and watching Smallville with Eduardo who has yet to fully develop his bullshit factor.
Tonight, we saw Mitch Benn, Andrew O'Neill and John Speed. Introduced/compared(sp?) by Paddy...something. Seriously. The whole thing was awesome! Apart from the queue at the beginning, which was not unlike beating myself repeatedly in the face with bottled alcohol. We sang along loudly and (largely) inoffensively to Benn's encore ,'Ikea', and bought a CD signed to 'Gamesoc' afterwards. Apparently, he expected as much.
Andrew O'Neill also rocked; largely due to his random musical interruptions, and 'I'm not racist, but...' theft.
John Speed surprised; never seen any of his stand-up before, but his 'men being themselves' thing was awesome; McIntyrey in observational scale.
Paddy: did good introductions. Dragged Mr Richings on stage which was grargish, but Alex is still alive, and there seems to have been no lasting damage. Though he did misconstrue my heckling, and had an odd fascination for 'nads.
All in all, a good night!
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Thursday, 12 February 2009
- Reposted due to embarrassment of embarrassment. Apologies to everyone. -
What the fuckity fuck fuck is going on with the world? Everyone who reads this knows that something shit has happened, way back when at the earliest.
Perhaps I'm contagious? My fuck ups are seemingly applicable to others, mainly E. There's always someone to catch the flak, but suddenly...they're full. All that's left is me. Honesty is the best policy = an enormous pile of unwanted butt sex. But...even though everything you FUCKING do is aimed to make someone's life better, or at least easier for a moment or two, something goes wrong. Wrong like you sacrifice babies to Nyarlathotep. Fuck Nyarly. What good has he ever done to anything. One misses her, or him, in the way one misses one's own soul, when thinking. A text proclaiming one's own love cannot possibly go wrong, right? Fuck everyone. People are aresholes. Everyone. To some extent.
Why reply like a motherfucking cunting rod? What the hell is a cunting rod? Blame DBD, or E, if it comes to that. Life should be simple for those who cause NO harm to others. Clearly, the idea of a benevolent god is a pile of freakin' horse shit. E has done nothing wrong as far as I'm aware. Nor has DBD. Me, myself? I'm an arsehole. But relationships SHOULD benefit everyone involved. That's the point. People exist purely to make other people feel better.
Which is a reason drink and drugs aren't necessarily a bad thing; almost always they lead to retardation, but every now and then, they help people chill, and suddenly realise they've been fucking everything up. Trust me, I've been there. I still drink way too much, but I feel guilt all the FUCKING DAMN time, so it must be helping.
I'm way too drunk to be posting, but nobody is reading this, besides me, so fuck you all.
Christ almighty (who I am WAAAAY against the belief of) I'm a twat. Ah well. No-one cares. Except me. Maybe, if I sober up in time.
Yes, I'm drunk, but I thought I should post this, and if there's one thing I believe in, it's taking account of one's own actions, or writings, fucking stupid as they be.
Also, GAMESOC seem to object to Arkham Horror. Morons.
What the fuckity fuck fuck is going on with the world? Everyone who reads this knows that something shit has happened, way back when at the earliest.
Perhaps I'm contagious? My fuck ups are seemingly applicable to others, mainly E. There's always someone to catch the flak, but suddenly...they're full. All that's left is me. Honesty is the best policy = an enormous pile of unwanted butt sex. But...even though everything you FUCKING do is aimed to make someone's life better, or at least easier for a moment or two, something goes wrong. Wrong like you sacrifice babies to Nyarlathotep. Fuck Nyarly. What good has he ever done to anything. One misses her, or him, in the way one misses one's own soul, when thinking. A text proclaiming one's own love cannot possibly go wrong, right? Fuck everyone. People are aresholes. Everyone. To some extent.
Why reply like a motherfucking cunting rod? What the hell is a cunting rod? Blame DBD, or E, if it comes to that. Life should be simple for those who cause NO harm to others. Clearly, the idea of a benevolent god is a pile of freakin' horse shit. E has done nothing wrong as far as I'm aware. Nor has DBD. Me, myself? I'm an arsehole. But relationships SHOULD benefit everyone involved. That's the point. People exist purely to make other people feel better.
Which is a reason drink and drugs aren't necessarily a bad thing; almost always they lead to retardation, but every now and then, they help people chill, and suddenly realise they've been fucking everything up. Trust me, I've been there. I still drink way too much, but I feel guilt all the FUCKING DAMN time, so it must be helping.
I'm way too drunk to be posting, but nobody is reading this, besides me, so fuck you all.
Christ almighty (who I am WAAAAY against the belief of) I'm a twat. Ah well. No-one cares. Except me. Maybe, if I sober up in time.
Yes, I'm drunk, but I thought I should post this, and if there's one thing I believe in, it's taking account of one's own actions, or writings, fucking stupid as they be.
Also, GAMESOC seem to object to Arkham Horror. Morons.
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Chrono Trigger and Cthulhu
So, the NTSC copy of Chrono Trigger I ordered arrived on Friday, and I'm now arsing around in the Ocean Palace...I've played this game far too much. It's one of the first things I remember emulating, back in...2001, I think, along with FF6, which I also now own legally.
Bizzarely nostalgic, for some reason.
Also, Lavos is awesomely cthuloid. Speaking of which, Arkham Horror arrived just in time for the Refresher's Bunfight just today; we came back here afterwards, and at about half four or so started off. There was much confusion to begin with, mainly due to lots of distraction and the damned Mos Eisley Cantina theme. But after a couple of people left, Eduardo, Mr Monks and myself restarted and finished a game in two hours or so. I got to be a NUN!
It's much like Betrayal, but seems more varied, and adaptable. Also, it's all Mythos-based, obviously, which is always a good thing. We kicked arse, and took names, saving the day before Cthulhu (randomly drawn, I might add) could even wake from his slumber.
Tomorrow, Gamesoc field test.
Hurrah!
Bizzarely nostalgic, for some reason.
Also, Lavos is awesomely cthuloid. Speaking of which, Arkham Horror arrived just in time for the Refresher's Bunfight just today; we came back here afterwards, and at about half four or so started off. There was much confusion to begin with, mainly due to lots of distraction and the damned Mos Eisley Cantina theme. But after a couple of people left, Eduardo, Mr Monks and myself restarted and finished a game in two hours or so. I got to be a NUN!
It's much like Betrayal, but seems more varied, and adaptable. Also, it's all Mythos-based, obviously, which is always a good thing. We kicked arse, and took names, saving the day before Cthulhu (randomly drawn, I might add) could even wake from his slumber.
Tomorrow, Gamesoc field test.
Hurrah!
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