I'm a little bit late on this one. Just had a really awesome day hanging out with a couple of really good mates. So fucking good that it ended up going for almost 12 hours.
Anyway, today's song is Nine in the Afternoon, by Panic at the disco. This song is so ridiculously cheerful. You can't not smile when you hear it. As a side not, i actually started talking to one of the girls in the frizbee club that I'd never spoken to, and she's a massive panic fan
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Day 02: Your least favourite song
Not really sure what to put here. It's easy to cop out and put a song everyone hates. But i think I'll do something different. I'm trying to think of a song i hate, but that's sung by a band i like. None come to mind, but I'm sure they exist. So I'll do a minor cop out, and put a song people love, but that i strongly dislike.
This song just pisses me off. Partly just because i hate Pitbull, but also because i hate Pitbull. And everyone fucking loved it at the time.
Fuck off 'Mr Worldwide'
This song just pisses me off. Partly just because i hate Pitbull, but also because i hate Pitbull. And everyone fucking loved it at the time.
Fuck off 'Mr Worldwide'
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Day 01: Your favourite song
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I've decided to do the 30 day song challenge on here, just because it gives me some space to discuss why i chose each song. This has to be my favourite song ever, from my favourite band ever. I don't think there'll ever be a time where i don't love this song.
I've decided to do the 30 day song challenge on here, just because it gives me some space to discuss why i chose each song. This has to be my favourite song ever, from my favourite band ever. I don't think there'll ever be a time where i don't love this song.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Like pouring salt into my eyes...
Sometimes i hate being me. I care too much, and too easily. My overwhelming sense of honour and justice holds me back from saying things that i need to say, because they're not just my secrets, but someone elses. And it hurts to know that no matter how much i want to, I could never live with myself for saying them. My relationship's fallen apart. As in, past tense. I've been set on artificially lengthening it, in the hopeless delusion that I could be happy for a week. But i know that's not going to work. I fucking exploded today, over a small misunderstanding. Because every fibre of my being is in horrendous pain. I'm putting myself through the most horrible of tortures. I haven't been happy for a month now. Sadly, over the years, I've become exceptionally good at pretending I'm ok. I don't think anyone realised that i was suffering depression until about year 12. So only a few people noticed that I'm not enjoying life anymore.
It's time to stop putting myself through this. I'm sure you all know what happened to me a month ago. Or, some of it. I got dumped, out of nowhere. It could not have come at a worse time. I can't tell you why it happened, it's not my secret to share. But i can tell you why it shouldn't have. On the 27th of July, 2011, William Pandelles Georgans, one of the greatest men to ever walk this earth and the greatest grandfather I could ever have hoped for, passed away in his bed at the SAN hospital, after a 3 month fight with bowel cancer. 3 days later, my girlfriend of the last 18 months told me that we couldn't be together any more. 2 days later, we agreed that it was a mistake and should be undone. For about 4 hours, i was actually happy. And then she told me why it had happened. Part of me screams "FUCK IT TELL THEM!" And the rest of me goes, it would make things worse for everyone involved. I've only told 3 people, my mum, my conscience, and my best friend. Don't ask, i won't explain. But in the end, i accepted it, and took her back. I didn't have a choice, i needed her way too much. Because the next day was the funeral.
What followed was a period of intense self discovery for both of us. Moreso for her at first, but also for me. I was trying to make her into someone she didn't want to be, and she was giving back a mere fraction of what she was receiving. So we're calling it quits. Tomorrow will be the last hurrah, and then it will be over. And when it is, and everyone goes to type "OMFG ARE YOU OK?" like they actually care, I'll link this to you all. And those that actually care will know, that I'll be fine. Eventually. Everyone else can fuck off.
It's time to stop putting myself through this. I'm sure you all know what happened to me a month ago. Or, some of it. I got dumped, out of nowhere. It could not have come at a worse time. I can't tell you why it happened, it's not my secret to share. But i can tell you why it shouldn't have. On the 27th of July, 2011, William Pandelles Georgans, one of the greatest men to ever walk this earth and the greatest grandfather I could ever have hoped for, passed away in his bed at the SAN hospital, after a 3 month fight with bowel cancer. 3 days later, my girlfriend of the last 18 months told me that we couldn't be together any more. 2 days later, we agreed that it was a mistake and should be undone. For about 4 hours, i was actually happy. And then she told me why it had happened. Part of me screams "FUCK IT TELL THEM!" And the rest of me goes, it would make things worse for everyone involved. I've only told 3 people, my mum, my conscience, and my best friend. Don't ask, i won't explain. But in the end, i accepted it, and took her back. I didn't have a choice, i needed her way too much. Because the next day was the funeral.
What followed was a period of intense self discovery for both of us. Moreso for her at first, but also for me. I was trying to make her into someone she didn't want to be, and she was giving back a mere fraction of what she was receiving. So we're calling it quits. Tomorrow will be the last hurrah, and then it will be over. And when it is, and everyone goes to type "OMFG ARE YOU OK?" like they actually care, I'll link this to you all. And those that actually care will know, that I'll be fine. Eventually. Everyone else can fuck off.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Games I'm lookin forward to...
What: Set in the future, human augmentation is rampant, cool shit happens. That's all i really know about the plot lol.
Why: Looks like a fantastic mix of RPG and FPS elements. Also, promises great things in terms of diverse playstyles. Assaulting, Stealth, Hacking etc. all seem like genuinely possible ways to play the game. Unlike say, Oblivion, where stealth was pretty much useless for 75% of the game.
What: Gotham City has been taken over by villians (Pretty sure it's the Riddler, and that dude is fuckin bad ass), as the goddamn batman hop over there and kick some ass.
Why: The first game is fantastic. Like, you actually feel like you're the Goddam Batman! Nothing feels better than taking down a room full of bad guys without anyone seeing you. I haven't finished it yet, but setting up traps is just so much fun. The sequel should be fantastic.
What: Everyone should already know about this.
Why: Dragons. Fucking DRAGONS! FUCK! And Oblivion was fantastic, if limited, and Bethesda learns from their mistakes. So skyrim is going to be amazing. (As a side note, they invented a fucking language for the dragons! Like, creatures in the wilderness will talk dragon to you, and it can actually be translated!)
What: You're a Ninja with magic powers, who was framed for the murder of the empress you were sworn to protect. A rat plague has brought society to the brink of collapse, and killed something like 80% of the population.
Why: This game threatens to explode my head with its sheer awesomeness. The variation in playstyles is amazing. Every single scenario can be approached in any way you want. You can do every single level without killing a single enemy, even your 'target' can be left alive if you think he deserves it. If you run in and butcher guards, you might miss a conversation between them that reveals some secret you can use to make things easier later. Look at the game informer website on dishonoured. Its fantastic.
What: Climb buildings, fuck people up. Also, explore an awesome alternate history.
Why: The series has me hooked. The first game was almost unplayable at times, but the story had me playing for hours at a time. Each installment has definably better gameplay. And the story of AC:2 blew my mind. I'm buying this game on day of release. That's how much i want it.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
A brief history of plastic explosive...
Captain Cracker's Creative Clay, otherwise known as C4 was originally created by an enterprising Meth Alchemist who went by the moniker Captain Cracker. Created as a method of smuggling meth-amphetamines into southern Bolivia disguised as children's modeling putty, the volatile mixture leveled the surrounding area for 3 city blocks in every direction. Reverse engineered from trace elements left at the scene, and from scattered notes found inscribed on solid gold plates (Meth Alchemy is a high-pay high-risk job), Palestinian Naval intelligence was eventually able to stabalise the mixture, at the expense of several amateur Alchemists.
The recipe was eventually sold to the Plastic Surgeons Associative Guild (P-SAG) as a filler substance for the left buttock. Marketed under the name Gibberwuck ("Gibberwuck, more bang for your buck"), it was used to put a little extra kick in the posteriors of such famous celebrities as Malcom in the Middle, Kirsten Dunst, and that annoying kid from that movie everyone hates.
After the outbreak of world war IV, and Zombie Hitler's release of the time traveling dinosaur cavalry, the Captain's clay was drafted for military service, loaded into hundreds of cannons and used to shoot the moon out of orbit, sending it crashing into Anti-Jesus' space station, The Mighty Unicorn, effectively ending the time traveling threat and realigning the fate of the universe on a less destructive path. C4's final noteworthy contribution to the war effort was to convince his most Supreme Eminence, Al Gore To hack into the source code of the universe and restore the moon to it's proper station.
The recipe was eventually sold to the Plastic Surgeons Associative Guild (P-SAG) as a filler substance for the left buttock. Marketed under the name Gibberwuck ("Gibberwuck, more bang for your buck"), it was used to put a little extra kick in the posteriors of such famous celebrities as Malcom in the Middle, Kirsten Dunst, and that annoying kid from that movie everyone hates.
After the outbreak of world war IV, and Zombie Hitler's release of the time traveling dinosaur cavalry, the Captain's clay was drafted for military service, loaded into hundreds of cannons and used to shoot the moon out of orbit, sending it crashing into Anti-Jesus' space station, The Mighty Unicorn, effectively ending the time traveling threat and realigning the fate of the universe on a less destructive path. C4's final noteworthy contribution to the war effort was to convince his most Supreme Eminence, Al Gore To hack into the source code of the universe and restore the moon to it's proper station.
Now you're just somebody that i used to know...
Just heard this played, and it resonated strongly...
As a side note, Lady gaga's been involved in a lot of songs lately. Stuff i never realised.
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