28/June/2010
I began watching the first series of Blackadder a week or so ago and finished the last episode tonight. Although I'm not as familiar with the series as I'd like to be, I positively love Blackadder Goes Forth, and I always love seeing how series can start off so humbly. The series truly shines with its razor-sharp wit and punchy dialogue, and it truly makes the best out of having three characters traipse around a single set for half the episode.
The first series isn't like that.
No, see, it's got a budget. There are large, extravagant sets! There are lots of characters! They actually have outdoor shots! Heck, they even had the money to get, like, four horses! It actually looks fairly nice with a lot of effort put into the visuals; the problem is, well, the writing just isn't great. It's not bad, certainly not to the level of Teenage Kicks, but I just didn't find it very good. Even the duller episodes of Blackadder Goes Forth have something going for them, but this one... quite often I just got the impression they were looking for ways to pad out the running time so they'd have to write less. Yes, this series has Brian freakin' Blessed (a god among men!), but even he can't quite save it, and the first episode was almost painful to sit through. I won't deny that I was just repeating to myself "please end, please end, please end" by the twenty minute mark. It does pick up after that, but it's simply not as good as the other series, I feel. I do commend it for being experimental and being given the chance to improve in its later incarnations, where they realised that good writing is how you make a comedy, not through fancy sets.
It's kind of sad when the funniest line in the series is Rik Mayall saying "close the door!"
It would be rude of me to pretend that I have updates prepared, because I don't have any unless you consider some half-finished twaddle about a Batman board game to be considered enough for a sufficient update. But I have been meaning to get started on series 4 of the Red Dwarf Section lately, and I made the notes for Camille while I was in Enniskillen. Problem is, the series gets kinda hard to write about for series 4 and 5 - they're entertaining enough, but there's not an awful lot of discussion to be had, and it's only when the quality and writing get turbulent from series 6 onwards that I can get in-depth and nitpicky. I still haven't re-watched series 8 since my holiday last year (where I wrote quick reviews of series 8 and the second half of series 7, which is what inspired me to get the Red Dwarf Section up and rolling), but thinking back to it although there are some good gags, a lot of the writing seems like a seriously far stretch from the norm; Krytie TV was probably the funniest episode of that series, but I don't recall there being any elements that seriously required the Red Dwarf setting for it. I can re-evaluate my thoughts when I got around to it!
But yeah, series 4. Decent series, but lordy, Camille is a hard episode to write about. It was so much easier to write for series 1 and 2 because they were so quaint and bittersweet in a way, they are just so much fun to observe as both comedy and drama. It's like you can laugh at how Rimmer and Lister get on, and then you sigh in melancholy thinking, "so, this is how the human race ends - vomiting over themselves while watching chick flicks." It was comedy, but it still allowed for emotional punch.
So last night I went into work and, surprise surprise, there was no work to do. But rather than the co-workers just doing the usual routine of finding work to do or at least pretending to be busy, they decided the best way to make use of this time was to watch a movie.
And what movie did they watch?
The Hottie And The Nottie.
And they were excited to see it.
I'm not lying when I say I ripped my arm out of its socket and beat myself to death with it in response to this.
All in all, definitely one of the more interesting dreams I've had in a while.
Today's observation: I'm disappointed nobody asked what the hell I was smoking in regards to the final paragraph of my 21st May entry.
25/June/2010
How about that E3, huh? How about it indeed. I haven't been paying attention to it and it seems the Twitter feed is the only decent summary of all the games being shown, but quite frankly, I'm not terribly impressed save for a couple of notable highlights. Here's a few thoughts!
Kirby's Epic Yarn! Kirby is one of those odd game series that I like, but I can't really articulate on why. Heck, I don't even like many of the games in the series, as about half of the ones I've played have been dull and/or monotonous. I can't say I like it for the challenge because even my absolute favourite game in the series, Kirby's Fun Pak, is, well, not very challenging. There was a GameCube Kirby game shown, what, five years ago? that was basically Fun Pak 2 - it had four-player, it had the ability to play as enemy partners, and, jeez, it just looked rad. Never really liked the 3D look; I personally think you need a special kind of look to capture Kirby's visual essence in 3D, but the gameplay certainly looked like a recipe for fun. And after so many years of no Kirby console game being announced... this isn't it. No, it's a 2D thing where the gimmick is that everything's made of strings of yarn, and, uh, antics ensue, I guess. Sorry, not interested.
Sonic Colors! As usual, we're given only a video to judge by, and no doubt Sonic Retro have already made an 18 page topic dissecting every little bit of it already. All I can say is that the music in the series seems to be getting crapper and crapper these days.
Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword! I'll be frank, I've seen the trailer and read nothing else about it. I loathed the hell out of Twilight Princess and while Ocarina wasn't bad when I replayed it recently, gahd, I just want to roam about the dungeons, stop bogging me down with story crap, guys! The one Zelda game with a story I liked was Link's Awakening, but it became an absolute friggin' chore to play not even halfway through the game. Someone who's obviously more interested in the series than me told me this new title is meant to blur the difference between the overworld and the dungeons, which doesn't exactly sound very enticing, but it could be interesting. So long as it's actually fun, it could work out! The problem with Twilight Princess was that I never smiled once while playing the game. It was like a vacuum of enjoyment and happiness, spewing out only monotonous travelling sequences, horribly-made boss fights and hilariously terrible Wii controls in my face.
Donkey Kong Country Returns! Fuck yes, my friends. I've been playing
Donkey Kong Country 2 and 3 lately and thus have a large respect for the
series, and frankly, was kinda disappointed that Donkey Kong 64 was yet
another Banjo-style collect-a-thon and not like a 3D version of the
series, which I'd dare say would be quite close to Crash Bandicoot.
Jungle Beat looked mildly enticing, but I'm sorry, I'm not playing a
platform game with freakin' bongos. I'd play it with a harmonica or a tuba, but
bongos are where I draw the line. This one just looks like it's going back to
basics, and I'll be honest, it's actually looking better than New Super Mario
Bros. Wii. It had so much space to work with and never really seemed to make
it dynamic enough. This looks like it'll be upping the challenge compared to
that. The only complaint I can muster from the trailer is that Donkey Kong looks
a little odd; he looks really squat and chubby, when I'm so used to seeing him
as a long, gangly dude. Still, looks very enticing and I'll be looking forward
to it.
Castlevania: Harmony of Despair! I finally got playing Portrait of Ruin while I was away and thoroughly enjoyed it, so any more 2D Castlevania antics is good in my book. But this... is multi-player? Online multi-player? With basically every character available from the handheld titles?
Dear games industry, make more stuff like this. Cheers.
I won't deny that someone should probably be complaining about the fact every damn thing shown so far is recycled; they didn't even give Alucard an outline so he could match up with the other players! But, seriously, online multi-player competitive Castlevania. That is very, very badass. Keiji Inafune needs to grow some balls and try experimenting with Mega Man multi-player; he said in an interview some time ago that he just didn't think it was possible, but clearly you're not trying hard enough, man. >:U
24/June/2010
Watched Outlander last night. T'was just one of dozens of movies a friend gave us a few weeks ago (most of the selection was rather meh), but upon hearing that it's about a space man fighting Vikings, well, shit, how can I put that down?
If you actually try and remember all the movies I've watched and written about (in which case may god have mercy on your soul), you may remember that Pathfinder was Native Americans versus Vikings. Are these two films similar? Pshaw. I'd dare say Outlander, when it's not being a traditional "some outsider is welcomed into the tribe and gets chummy-chummy with the folks" story, it's actually got a mildly similar vibe to, say, Alien or Predator. The space guy brought a giant alien tentacle-tailed tiger thing with him, accidentally!
Whereas Predator was more about a hunter who just enjoyed preying on man, and Alien was about, well, an alien that was a dick (both figuratively and literally), Outlander's beast is just that - a beast. A beast doing what regular beasts do, getting food for its nest, caring for its young, and going totally spaz when it gets its eyes sliced out. If it weren't for its grotesque means of killing dudes and the fact it ate dozens and dozens of people, you'd almost feel sorry for it! The backstory has the space guy and his fellow space dudes basically napalming the beasts' home planet and colonising, having tons and tons of regrets about that. The two he and the Vikings kill off may very well be the last ones in existence. Fantasy action movies generally don't really give a damn about the extinction of its far-out animal threats, but it concerns me!
The sci-fi edge wasn't quite as prevalent as I was expecting it to be. The plot summary I read beforehand made no mention of the monster, and had mention that the guy's future technology would be used by the Vikings. Wow, so does that mean we see centuries-old bearded guys toting around BFGs and throwing plasma grenades at each other? No, it just means they just scraps of the ship to forge stronger swords. Admittedly, even the sci-fi edge could have been dropped entirely - the story in its most basic format is just the Vikings taking in a guy from foreign lands who's familiar with the creature that's attacking them, a creature that's also pretty foreign as well. The space guy doesn't have any real technology to show them, nor any fancy space tricks, and heck, the only suggestion that he's a fish out of water is when he asks what he's meant to do with a horse. Heck, you could easily rewrite the story to be about a present day Spanish matador bringing the running of the bulls into the Viking era. Or, heck, why not throw an alien into the running of the bulls in present day?
It's not a bad movie, but it really was all the monster stuff that intrigued me, and a huge portion is all about the space man and Vikings' rather unexciting interaction. It's shot quite nicely and the few sci-fi elements are used rather effectively, but me being me, I'd probably trim it down to just the heads getting cut off.
Today's observation: The vet in Ballyclare is like some kind of sit-down comedy club of fellow patrons making dog jokes. Which is undoubtedly an improvement over the local vet, which bears a closer resemblance to The Best Of Screeching Quadropeds volume 4.
22/June/2010
You ever get that feeling where you don't really wake up from a holiday? Like you're so used to being a complete lazy bastard that you forget your regular life has its occasional periods of productivity every once in a while? Yeah, that's what I'm having lately. I don't think it helped that before I went away I was in the midst of a bad cold, so going from dying horribly to procrastinating terrifically probably wasn't the best of combinations for my work ethic. Looks like it might be another couple of works before I get preparing something for the site. Doesn't sound like fun.
In an attempt to wake myself up from the start of a very lazy week, padre and I went out to see Prince of Persia: Sands of Times. He's been nagging me to see it since he saw the first trailer (which I never saw) and I've been relatively apathetic. If there was nothing else to watch then I would watch it, and it looked like this was precisely the week for such an occasion - aren't Summer line-ups meant to be giant blockbusters or something? If so, there was an astounding lack of them outside of stuff that had come out weeks ago. Why is The Tooth Fairy still showing, for that matter? You'd think Vin Diesel would want that buried pretty quickly, but large placards for it are lingering around the theatre like bad omens.
So, Prince of Persia. In six words, it's a nice piece of fluff.
I think that's about right.
My only familiarity with the games is through playing the first game on... what, the Game Boy, I think? My grandma's PC? I'm not even sure where I played it, but it was years and years ago. I know of the new games, but regarding the finer details I only know of what's been stated in the strips parodying it in VG Cats. I know there's something that turns back time, and I'm aware the sequels became exaggeratedly grimdark, but, yeah, don't quiz me about it, folks. The story's basically about that time travel knife thing being what the bald evil uncle dude is after, and I've just spoiled the whole movie with that one sentence, haven't I. Christ. Sorry folks. I'm tired!
The story's hardly anything major, and quite frankly, I had a bit of difficulty getting immersed. It's set in Persia, has a Persian-themed soundtrack and is host to a positively beautiful Persian landscape and architecture, but the characters are more like bronzed Brits instead. The princess in her more obnoxious moments has that particular hard-to-define tone of voice that comes with young British women when they're being obnoxious (a sad truth!), and the main guy had a rather frightening habit of suddenly sounding like Russell Brand on rare occasions. I don't know, maybe I'm just going mad, but I swear it was a frightening resemblance in voice at times. Personally, I found a lot of the characters to be rather dull, and early on it was almost painful the blatant exposition they dropped casually into dialogue; combined with the fact that at the beginning everyone seemed to think that shouting = acting, it wasn't the best first impression. It picks up after a while when things get a little more serious and it relies more on action than people throwing words at each other.
Alfred Molina (Doc Ock in Spider-Man 2, and now I've just discovered he voiced the bad guy in Steam Boy!) totally steals the show as the shifty entrepreneur Sheik Amar, a dude who runs an ostrich racing track and has a hate-on for taxes. The guy just comes out of nowhere like a breath of fresh air - when early on everyone is fumbling their way through awkward dialogue, he just storms in accompanied by the mandatory cool black guy and starts busting out hilarious dialogue in such a hammy manner that must come naturally to the man. He tags along but effectively vanishes once the characters reach the temple and isn't seen again, obviously because that's when the time travel really kicks in, but it's a shame - he's easily my favourite part of the film. They should've made the movie all about him.
I'm probably actually ragging on more about the acting than I should be, as it's not too bad, but I won't deny within the first twenty minutes it does come across as a bit subpar. Like I said, it's a nice piece of fluff, but I really do think the special effects and the terrific visuals are what makes it pay off - it's one thing to have some pretty sparkles and crap, but to have such vivid cities and landscapes to play in, coupled with the prince's acrobatic antics, it's quite beautiful to watch; I'm only disappointed you just don't get more chances to admire the scenery. If there's one movie truly worth of meandering long shots along the lines of Beastmaster, I'd say this would happen to be one of them.
21/June/2010
No matter how I try, I can't get you out of my mind.
For the past few weeks I've been sorting through the music library on my computer, weeding out any songs I just don't feel are necessary to hold onto and basically slimming it all down. Apparently I have just under 4000 songs in my music playlist, which actually isn't as bad as it used to be, but I don't really listen to music much and when I do I usually just stick with the same old songs I've always listened to. There's apparently over a thousand songs I've never actually listened to, and that's terrible. Or, more accurately, there's over a thousand songs that I've probably listened to once and then skipped over before it truly ends so iTunes doesn't add a number to its Play Count value. For some reason Play Counts bug the hell out of me. If it's an unplayed song then sure, no problem, but if it's one that's played several times it irritates me to see it continuously rack up. It used to be that every time my brother came over every System of a Down song I would play would rise by like three counts by the time he'd leave. Bugged the absolute piss out of me. I'm just that neurotic.
But while I was on holiday, I only took sixty songs with me, and I'd say it actually worked quite nicely that way. I do keep a playlist of songs I would consider near and dear to my heart, or just pretty rockin', though it's over 150 songs and weighs around 700mb, so towing that around on a small USB flash drive is not very fun. Weeding it down is actually an entertaining exercise, and I'd dare say I brought a pleasant mixture of upbeat tunes and downbeat songs, and managed to avoid just taking the entire Strawbs discography with me. I took all of their best tunes, of course (Just Love, A Boy And His Dog, Evergreen, Wasting My Time Thinking Of You, Ah Me Ah My, Pick Up The Pieces, All The Little Ladies... look, seriously, it's my favourite band, I might as well just recap every damn thing they've made in these brackets), but I still had a pleasant dose of variety.
There were some songs I brought that I just wonder... what was I thinking? I mean, they're not bad songs, but if I'm restricting myself to sixty of my favourite songs, why did I bring along Evening Bells by Ivan Rebroff, from The Best Of Russian Folk Songs Volume 1? Why, when I decided to take a song by Pink Martini with me, did I opt for the surprisingly repetitive City Of Night and not the infinitely superior cover of Que Sera Sera? Why did I need more than one Coldplay song, for that matter?
No regrets about taking the Germany theme from Neo Turf Masters, though. I've actually got an hour-long loop of that song that I take into work.
In theory I would love to open this up into a discussion about if you were going to be sealed in a bubble and had only one song to listen to for the rest of your life, what song would it be, but I've literally been swamped by spam comments these days. When I came back on Saturday there were about seventy comments in the queue, all of them spam. And all of them in the blog entry about Robin Hood, for whatever reason. There's no doubt a plug-in that can solve this to a certain degree, but until I decide to actually try and learn what it is, I'll stick with whining!
Wouldn't know what song I'd take, though. Certainly not Evening Bells by Ivan Rebroff, dear god; nice song, but it's a bit of a buzzkill when it's wedged between songs from the soundtrack of The Good, The Bad, The Weird.
20/June/2010
I'm back. I actually returned home yesterday but I've kind of been such a lazy unproductive ass for so long that I was truly unable to write anything. Despite the fact that I'd been keeping a crude journal of my days away, so I could have just copied something from it and through a few pop culture references into it. But I didn't, because I'm just that lazy.
I'm over my cold now, so that's a plus, and the holiday basically consisted of nothing but sitting around in a pleasant little cottage house, playing video games and going for walks along the country. T'was quite nice. I'm not exactly sure where it was though, or if the place even had an official location name; it was just somewhere between Enniskillen and a place called Lisnaskea, which I just love pronouncing. We went out somewhere every day, usually to National Trust properties such as old rich-dude houses and so on, but admittedly the only one that sticks in my mind is the Aughakillymaude Community Mummers Centre (Aughakillymaude is another place I just love pronouncing, though it's a little less fun once you actually figure out how it's said).
I'll assume my audience are cultural philistines who don't know what mummers are, that way we'll have something in common. But basically they're dudes who get dressed up in wacky wicker basket hats and, well, do stuff. It's meant to just be amusement for the masses, but by god, if you weren't aware you'd almost think they were Satanists - dancing around bonfires in the middle of night in monstrous outfits! Okay, yes, they also do pantomime stuff in city centres and so on, but that's not quite the imagery that sticks in your mind.
I seriously thought I had more to say than this. Well, uh, I played lots of video games that I might cover in Games I Own in like five months time, given my immense speed in updating that section, and I toyed around with some plans for future sections that'll likely be designed, made, and then forgotten about in a few months (no, seriously, I still want to work on the Bomberman Shrine Place. The Puchi Carat Palace might be a different story, for anyone who cares). But for now, I leave you with my interpretation of Campbell's Soup Cans by Andy Warhol, drawn on a laptop's touchpad by memory.
I seem to believe human faces are now just blobs moulded around oversized mouths.
11/June/2010
I've officially had this cold for over a week now and it still hasn't fully cleared up. I hate the world!
Also, just a head's up, I'll be away for a week starting from tomorrow. I've, uh, no idea where it is I'm going! It's somewhere in the countryside, I guess, but that's about as specific as my knowledge goes. It'd be pretty rad if I could say I was taking a holiday to hell, but well, no, that'd be a little unpleasant. The damned do not accept tourists well.
While waiting for my files to be backed up yesterday I decided to throw on Brain Smasher... A Love Story, something I picked up based purely on the title. It's some nonsense story about a supermodel (played by somebody who would later star in Desperate Housewives, apparently, if that means anything to any of the five people that read these things) being chased by Chinese monks (easily mistaken for ninjas!) because her sister has possession of a sacred flower that apparently holds the key to "the ultimate power." A muscle-bound bouncer known as the Brain Smasher gets involved in protecting the girl, and, basically, stuff happens. After the initial premise is set up it's hard to really describe anything, as it all just boils down to ridiculous scenarios that exist to pad things out until the final showdown.
Apparently it was only released direct to video, but in its own way, it seems to work well in that aspect - the movie just exudes vibes that imply it was just the director's vision and nothing else. The characters are cast perfectly, the visual style is just right, and the story is very, very entertaining - from the flimsy comic book plot the snappy dialogue, it carries itself very nicely. The story does peter out towards the end, though - maybe it's the fact that nothing can top a swarm of Chinese monks beating up an entire police station's worth of cops, but after they escape it just kinda drops into a slump. The two characters split up, the bouncer gets kidnapped, lots of fluffing around until they get to the cathedral, and then there's a rather anti-climatic end fight. I won't deny that I can barely remember anything from the last half hour. It's a pity, as it holds it own quite nicely for the first hour, but then seems to let the momentum slow too much and can't quite get it rolling to the same calibre again.
Still, it's an entertaining flick and a decent hour and a half of fluff. It ain't no masterpiece, and one could happily live without ever watching it, but for what it is it isn't bad.
In unrelated news AAAARRRRGGGHHHH
Pet peeve.
07/June/2010
Crap, I just remembered I went to see Robin Hood last week and I didn't even write my thoughts on it! Man, I'm lazier than I thought, and I can't even blame the cold on that one.
I had zero interest in seeing Robin Hood at first. There's already been all kinds of film and television adaptations of the dude's story, and learning about he and his merry men went about starting their stealing-from-the-rich gig didn't exactly sound intriguing. It didn't help that I was under the impression it was a continuation of the recent BBC show, which I only caught glimpses of and it looked rather cack. My brother and his wife went to see it, though, and they told me it wasn't actually much of a Robin Hood story, and more along the lines of a semi-historical epic war film. Now that sounds like my cup of tea! I don't know if I ever reviewed it, but I watched Kingdom of Heaven a couple of years ago and I loved it; it wasn't until afterwards I learnt the two were both directed by Ridley Scott, but I suppose if I knew beforehand I would've been more tempted.
It's been a week and my cold has really messed up my thought process, so I can barely remember a thing about the story. As far as I recall, Robin Longstride and a few yobbos are part of the British army but are condemned to death by pointing out that the king's genocidal crusades are a bit assholish, but when the king dies in battle they're freed by a friend and left to fend for themselves. The new king's a whiny pillock with an eeeeevil henchman (he's evil because he's bald!) who eventually decides to do his own thing and make life miserable for everyone by pillaging villages and issuing taxes, and after a while even the king gets a bit sick of it. Then they all go and fight some Italians on a beach and the henchman gets an arrow through the neck. Maid Marion and Friar Tuck are involved, the former getting an attention-hogging love story with ol' Rob, but quite frankly, the semi-historical war stuff was my main course and the Robin Hood lark was just a tub of gravy on the side.
With intelligently processed thoughts like this, maybe it was best I didn't write anything beforehand.
My brother suggested calling the film Robin Hood was misaimed marketing, and they should've called it something else, like Longstride. I partly agree. Robin Hood's a cool guy and all, but I'm quite happy with accepting the furry Disney version as the definitive adaptation (maybe that'll change once I get around to watching those Robin of Sherwood video tapes) and I would hardly expect a new movie to add much to the mythos besides the now typical top-notch CGI effects, fancy pants camera work and more foreign actors attempting British accents. I had seen no trailers at all for the movie before I went to see it and thus had no reason to expect an epic war film, and, arguably, that's what the film's story is all about.
The focus still lies on Robin and his men (there's an almost painfully long sequence of Robin pretending to be some dude's son so he can learn more about his father, or something, but I was thinking throughout it "when can we get back to the political rumblings?"), and their input is very vital to the turn of events, but, well, it's just Robin and his merry men. I was almost expecting the film to exclude Maid Marion so it would be mega accurate to the character's original creation where she and Rob were from separate stories (sauce!), but nope, she's in there, and there's a lot of farting around with their first interactions, but we just know she's going to join up with them anyway. I'll be frank, none of Robin's men actually interested me. I will admit Little John's performed by a fantastic big guy, and Friar Tuck is surprisingly played by Mark Addy (Detective Grim's sidekick from the second series of The Thin Blue Line!), but, well, it just didn't interest me enough to distract me sufficiently from the war story. Mark Addy had a very fun take on the character, but I'd rather have seen him in a standalone Robin Hood flick than one that has to play second billing to a much more entertaining old-timey scuffle.
I keep referring to it as a war story, but I guess it's more about political unrest. The film is over two hours long, and it spends the best time it can on both sides of the story, but there's not actually a lot of action. I had no real quarrels with it; after all, one of my beefs with going to the cinema is that I'd rather see an interesting story than flashy visuals, which was precisely what bugged me about Avatar. My beef is that half of that time is spent with Robin faffing around and not really doing much interesting. It's not bad when you're watching it, but when you're thinking back to it afterwards it's just one long blur of him farting about with the old man and Maid Marion. Kingdom of Heaven, for instance, is over three hours long that it had a really gripping story and some beautiful action sequences (I actually got the director's cut because it advertised extra siege action, but the extra story certainly didn't hurt either), simply because it focused on the good stuff.
I suppose, in summary, Robin Hood is a film about mixed interests! You've gotta like the political unrest and you've gotta like larking about with mildly modernised takes on Robin and his gang (modernised meaning they've got the same behaviour you'd expect from a group of drunks on a Friday night), and I only really liked the former. Oh well! Still not a bad movie, and seriously, £3 for a ticket? Don't mind if I do.
And keeping up with the doodle nonsense just to spice up that wall of text back there, I've had these two (among like a million other doodles I made at the workplace) sitting around for nearly two months.
I bet the eyeball guy is the kind of guy who thinks "eye see you" is a good pun. The lips guy looks too angry to describe himself as mouthy, thankfully.
06/June/2010
Y'know, when I started the WordPress one of my ideas was to have a stupid piece of doodling included in each entry, just to liven things up a little. If this is the kind of pleasant imagery I'm going to include, might be best if I didn't.
If you hadn't guessed, I've got a cold again and it's left me completely vegetated. I'm serious, I did nothing but sit on my arse all day and play Left 4 Dead 2 because I was literally unable to do anything else. Which is all fine and well in its own right, but when I seriously want to be productive and start doing a bit of work, it's not so cool. I hope to have a General Writing and maybe an update to the Red Dwarf Section sometime in this month, but we'll just see what happens. You kinda lose the incentive to write when you're coughing up enormous boogers every day.
Yes, you needed to know that.