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Sunday, September 19, 2004
It will also mean that many more things than usual will piss me off, and due to my abysmal memory, I will forget them before I get to the blog, so expect many rants on that subject over the next few weeks and days.
My stuff is all in boxes now, so I have not been able to relax properly for a while, but it should all be worth it when I arrive, move in, and begin to play drinking Mortal Kombat with my mates... Excellent.
In other news, bets are still open on when the fencers will kill me for doing something stupid... However the odds have swung dramatically with me pissing off a class of Korean martial artists. It was an accident! Kinda. I swear!
Fortunately I think the ninja are still on my side, I do not want to be pissing those stealthy buggers off.
Now I'm moving, but I'm going to bed.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Hey, and yeah I bought that X-Box... not that I am going to play it or anything, it is just for bribery after all.
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Now I'm tired, and Im going to bed.
Despite my cynical nature, I can feel my hopes getting up. Two fatalities for each character, the option to commit hara-kiri, the arena fatalities are back. Multi-level arenas, more background interaction, realistic wounds, slight skepticism over weapons pickups, but quickly forgotten when I saw the awesome new fatalities video.
Then I saw it, it is only one screen shot, one of many including my all time favorite character. His name is not on the picture, as he is on the receiving end of a vicious kick, but I am pretty sure it is him. He is shown unmasked, as he was in MK5:DA, in which he looked kick ass. However, it appears that he has been affected by male pattern baldness, and rather than just shaving it all off, he has decided to grow a long ponytail which comes out of his bald head. I mean damn. He was so cool, I wanted to have hair like his before, now it is just an embarrassment. I will get over it, but whenever I play with him, he is damn well wearing his mask.
Now I'm wound up, I'm going to buy an XBox.
Addendum to post:
The XBox is not for me. I play nothing but Sony consoles. I make no apology. Microsoft can stick to word processors as far as I am concerned, and the last good thing Nintendo released was the Gameboy. Goldeneye was ok too.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Also, I enjoyed the chance to be creative with my work, well mostly creative with my hours, but same difference.
Also, my mobile can now send picture messages. So if anyone is in need of cute cat pictures, softcore pornography, pictures of weaponry, or (god forbid) myself, I can finally oblige.
No, I am not putting my mobile number on the page, if you really need pictures on your mobile, e-mail me, I can reccomend some good sites. Or locations from which you can get a good view into certain shower rooms.
Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
I have been up to Bath though, and only managed to return today thanks to a nice girl on the train giving me ten pence. And yes that is literal, no hidden meanings.
I also received confirmation of how sad I can really be, after finding a maths puzzle in "New Scientist." I was compelled to finish it, despite it requiring hundreds of minor computations, so I hung around for a while and eventually scrawled the solution at the bottom of the page.
The confirmation came when I felt the very real urge to write "I have discovered a truly remarkable proof which this margin is too small to contain." I managed to resist this, but the very fact I thought of it is probably a cause for concern.
All in all though, it was a very welcome break from home, despite finding that the disputed room in my house had been seized by The Welsh. As I wrote that sentence, I got a text message from the responsable party asking whether I was 'mad.' Ironically I was about to state my true views on the subject, but I know you read this Yanni, so I might wait a few days...
Now I'm hungry, I'm going to hunt for food.
TEN is a number one greater than a perfect square divisable by 9.
NINETY is divisible by nine.
TEN and NINETY have SIX perfect squares between them.
If each capital letter above represents a different digit, i.e no two letters are the same digit, then what number should be SENT.
If anyone can get this right, I will be very impressed. The winner will get rare and genuine... respect I guess. Also rights to some of my crisps, sweets or drink at any time of their choosing. And if you find a simpler way than mine, I'll buy you a drink or three.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Really, I mean, I heard it in the car for the dozenth time today, and it pushed me over the edge. You know how Banner, (or whoever) turns into the hulk? Well, it was like that. Except I did not turn green. Or increase significantly in size. Or tear my clothes at all. Come to think about it there was also a lack of roaring and attempting to smash all that stood before me. So that was not such a good example, but I am fairly certain that the human brain holds no capability for psychic power now, since there was a remarkable failure of any thing spontaneously combusting around me. Except for my note book, but I can confidently say that had more to do with being left in the sun propped up on my window, just so the magnify type bit on my wingmirror focused the sun onto it.
Anyway.
Since the "heavy petting" comment, I have been informed that something rather more was going on in time, between Kate and random guy. Apparently I witnessed this , but have forgotten. Since I remember the rest of the night quite well, normally I would not believe this, however the description of my behavior seems to fit with what I would really do in this situation, so I am forced to come to one of two conclusions. 1: Freud was right, repression exists and is extremely effective , or 2: Mixing whiskey and brandy in swift succession causes very selective memory blanks, for the 5 minutes immediately preceding their consumption.
Since I disagree with Freud on principle, I'll go with the brandy whiskey theory. On the other hand, people say I drink too much, and it messes with my head, so I'll go for Freud. What a guy. Ahead of his time.
Now I have a headache. Play Babycakes and die.
