i am sparticus: Words

The Eagle Has Landed

And coincidentaly I've arrived in Sheffield as well... (that follows on from the title, clever eh?) Net life is gonna be erratic untill I get internetty stuff sorted, but the promise of free (but still dial-up) net time hangs before me.
But yes so far so good, everythings dandy, my room is cool (Mum/Dad please send me my posters as my room is barren without them), I've got photos of my room which is all funky and digital and I will upload when I get my laptop connected. But yes 3 things needed to be said really

1. If you haven't sent me your postal address please do


2. I have no photos of church people, family people and half of SS people, so send me photos of them please


3. Thank you very much for the presents all... and sweet notes of niceness. I love you all

ROCK AND ROLL

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I was getting to this

Right I was getting to this in the post two below, till I was distracted by the appalling news that is the brutal stabbing of alternative music in this country.
Anyway two things really, one is how annoying a certain thing is, and the other is how annoying not being able to write about it is.
Basically y'know when someone tells you something, and you're all, "wow, I have so much to say about this, but can't" and it's annoying but you have to deal with it, well I'm in very much a similar situation with this. I want to write about something, it might make a funny and amusing entry, but more likely it'll just fill space and keep me happy, doesn't really matter. The problem is if I write about it, it'll probably personally offend someone, even though it isnt' malicious or evil or anything, it's just me pointing something out that is more a problem with me, than with them, but I can't point it out because wrong-end-of-stick grabbing may ensue.
Stuff it though I'm going to try and very tactfully write about it anyway.

Okay so I a week ago today, (ooh quite spookily it was almost a week ago right now exactly to the hour), I was having an animated conversation with some people about a wooden horse's rights when it comes to be jailed/guarded behind metal barriers. Anyway so during this conversation Random Guy walks up to me and says "can I get your e-mail address as this girl wants it" and I'm all "ummm who wants it?" "this girl, called Cough splutter names removed to protect the innocent, lets say its Mandy, you spoke to her like once and she wants your address" "ooh umm errmmm I don't think I met a Mandy" "well she
s gives description which isn't very helpful and I forgot instantly anyway, then tells me that she was working in a certain place, which makes it easier if doesn't actually make me remember them" "oh right" "oh and she had more info hair" "oh right i think I know who you mean vaguely remembers girl who he spoke to once while standing by a door somewhere" "yeah so can she have it?" "huh what now?" "your e-mail address" "ooh feels very rude if doesn't give it, so thinks then gives website address there you go" "thanks, leaves", so I go back to horse debating, and forget all about it... till the other day... *duh-duh-DUUHHH*
So I was happily checking my e-mail, deleting lots of spam "no thank you, my breasts are fine this size" and have an e-mail in my inbox, from this girl... I'm all "who, oohhh her" and it reads something like
"hey, you may not remember me but..."
And so forth, now I don't really object to getting e-mails of people I meet whilst away on holidays, actually I really enjoy it, so yes people I met on holiday carry on with the whole e-mailing thing. I do however object to people I don't met on holiday e-mailing me and making me feel really guilty about not replying, but then feeling ever so fake if I do reply. I mean that sounds really selfish, and okay so in a sense it is really selfish, but it puts me in a really awkward situation which I object to being put into by someone I don't know. The e-mail might as well have read "Hi, you don't know me, but here's a dilemma that'll make you feel guilty whatever you do". See if I knew the person and I knew we had something in common then I could start off with that, but I don't and feel rather at a loss when speaking to people I have no connection with. A good example of random friendly people I meet who I get along well with would be Rich and Ceri, who I met at a {tctc} gig, and started speaking to because they offered me spittle filled water and we had lovely conversations about bands and even then I was reluctant and apprehensive when the whole "what's your e-mail address?" thing was discussed, now we're all quite good friends and get on really well which is great. However, with them I can talk about gigs and music which leads to other stuff (jam usually but still), but with random people I don't know and share no bonding I can't do it in this lovely fake world called the internet. Oh like the only person I ever blocked was this person who added me from some messageboard or forum or something and immediately started asking thousands of questions about me, most of them all about physical stuff like where I live and how old I am... That just weirded me out, so I made my excuses and ran away. I suppose simply, I'm rubbish at small talk in real life, and even more rubbish at it online. I can handle medium talk, and I'm quite accomplished at that, I can discuss and converse at all sorts of medium levels. I'm also good at deep talk when it's not about me, when I have to deep talk about myself I burble and break down and start spouting random theological philsophical things, (back me up here lucy). So yes I can't do small talk and it weirds me out and so in the same sort of way I'm weirded out by this e-mail and basically I'm left with these choices...

• Ignore the e-mail: Probably the most manly approach, if you ignore it it'll go away, but this is also the most rude and selfish one, it's also the most guilt inducing one. So I guess I won't be doing this one


• Reply being really nice and fake: I could reply saying "hi, it's great to hear from you, how are you? who are you? tell me all about yourself", which while being very nice and probably the most pleasing to the person, would be very dishonest of me as I have my whole "I get really weirded out by speaking to random people on the internet, and I can't speak to them and feel honest about it" thing. So that, while productive in the short term is ulitmately going to fail, horribly


• Reply being honest: "Hi, my name's Mark, or Sparticus depending who introduced you to me, I get really weirded out when people e-mail me and I know nothing about them. I find it impossible to speak to them about anything and I can't handle small talk, so regretfully I'd rather not be e-mailing you. Thank you. Sparticus/Mark. y" I like this approach, it's honest, and truthful, and while a bit mean, it's fair and it's not selfish really. So yes I'd go for this one if I hadn't thought of a better one


• Create a hoax e-mail reply from the postmaster saying the e-mail has failed to reach "sparticus@iamsparticus.co.uk": While fiddling with various usr/sendmail stuff the other day I found that it is really easy to e-mail people under false alias's through the sendmail program. Ie I could send you a mail that seems to be coming from your account. In the same way I could send them an e-mail pretending to be mr. postmaster@ntlworld.com and say "sorry this e-mail was undeliverable for the following reasons 'mailbox not known'" or something. This thus solves all my problems and everyones a winner.

NB I won't actually be doing the last one as it's super wrong, I'll probably do the third one. Still advice would be nice.

Oh this'll be my last proper blog about irrelevant stuff for a while till I get sorted up in sheffield. Except just irregular "ooh this is happening now" type of blogs from now till whenever

What the????

I do not believe this... I just read it on NME.com and it's WRONG. Radio 1 are going to axe the evening session. THIS IS WRONG. Argh this is gonna make me really mad. Anyway everyone go sign this petition
Petition to save the evening session. Argh stupid stupid radio one, they should be ashamed...

*one hair cut and some calming down later*

Does this make any sense to anyone else? After looking into it I've found that A) steve lamacq (evening session presenter extraordinaire) still has 2 years left on his contract
B) The Evening Session has had more and more listeners every year
C) Dance music (which there is loads of on Radio 1) has been in decline lately, with super clubs shutting down and getting low attendances
D) Alternative music of the type on the Session has only got bigger lately, and more people are listening to it.

Thus I conclude, the BBC, which I love and respect, has gone insane

Soul Survivor Stuff

Right {reading} out of the way I'll now write about {soulsurvivor}. I won't do the whole

TODAY

Thing because well there are far too many days to do it on, so anyway here goes...
Arrived a day early as I was stewarding, and ran into a girl called Helen at the train station who was going to SS to be a steward too, so that was handy. Also it was much relieving as up to that point I feared I was horribly lost as I saw that big chalk horse on the hill, which I was convinced was in the far south east, so to find out that I was in the right place was quite groovey. Right so we arrive at SS, with this other dude going there we find, and go to an amazing meeting of meetingness... actually the meeting was quite dull, but we got cool jackets. I then found out I was in the same team as Helen and a guy called Alasdair, who I was vaguely aquainted with already. So that sorted we went out and did some worky type stuff, then ate lots of food... and so started our daily routine of doing work, eating things, and generally having fun. I'll summarise the first week like this...
Stupid things, driving round in pickup truck in back, playing with walkie talkies, getting hugged to death horribly.
Second week was much the same but with more idiotic people (Liz) and more people I know... ohh and it was much more crowded, and we had to save a horse from being horribly dismantled, finally some guy came up and asked me for my e-mail address on behalf of someone else... which leads me very neatly into my next post, which will be posted... later.

Mistakes and Regrets

Right, 2 weeks worth of blogging coming up, expect reviews, bad grammar and plenty of links. For my sanity and yours I've split it up into two groups... {reading} and {soulsurvivor}, I think it'll be {reading} first as it's a lot easier to do and I am tired off my little head. So here goes

Thursday

Arrived by train, trains are fun, found them all by a lot of God given providence (is that one of those pointless things, as isn't providence God given anyway? There's an expression for pointless words like that but it escapes me), setup camp, went to the pub, got a kebab, went back to a fire and fell asleep. It was all good

Friday

The first real day of bands, woke up, went and had some breakfast at a pub, it was nice. Wandered into the arena and charged my phone courtesy of Orange, then I proceeded to look at all the stages, and listened to a bit of Mercury Rev, who where okay, dark is rising was the best song. I then wandered over to see The Datsuns. A band called interpol where on first, they kinda sucked, but The Datsuns where amazingly brilliant, best band of the carling stage (although I am sure The Music and The Polyphonic Spree would have been equally as good but I missed most of them both). But yes, go see the Datsuns for all your old school rock and roll fun. (solo's everywhere)... Then it was off to see the end of The White Stripes who where okay I suppose... I missed most of the good stuff it seems. Grabbed some food while watching them, then it was off for Weezer who where absolutely briliant, started with "The Sweater Song" then "My Name Is Jonas" then "Gone Fishing" and it was all good. Sweater Song and "Buddy Holly" to close where particulary amazing. Then off to see Feeder, which was a particullarly bad decision, as I missed the polyphonics and most of the strokes due to it, and feeder kinda sucked... So I left, saw a very tiny, but muchly enjoyable bit of the polyphonics, then saw the rest of The Strokes, who where actually very good, and jack white came on to play with them for New York City Cops, which was very special, then I left and saw a tiny bit more of the polyphonics (what a long set, and what a good one) and now I am very annoyed I missed there set as it looked great... next time maybe... Then it was fire and off to bed...

Saturday

Woke up, breakfasted at a different pub, (better food, and more of it, but no orange juice). First band of the day was Serafin, as they where on before Millionaire. They got chucked of early do them taking 7 years to sound check, so the drummer trashed his kit, rock and roll eh? Millionaire where brilliant though second best band of the carling stage (well that I saw anyway). Then it was off to see Goldfinger, The Icarus Line, and Alec Empire before the mighty Rival Schools and {thecoopertempleclause}. Anyway the first three where, entertaining and catchy if dumb, rubbish, and entertaining but a complete idiot with no sense of humility or concern for anyone else or anyother bands. He also refused to leave the stage but instead ran around in the crowd. which was funny. Anyway way, Rival Schools where brilliant, although didnt' play "hooligans for life" last, which would make sense as it's the best album closer ever... {tctc} where kind disappointing, not as good as I have seen them, although my friend Rich, should appear in NME next week with them, which'll be cool. After tctc it was off to see Muse who where brillaint, and it rained, which only made the first song "newborn" even better, Muse work in the rain it seems, makes them very atmospheric, pathetic fallacy and all... Oh and how does he manage to play "plug in baby" and throw himself around the stage AND whirl the guitar over his head? that man is rock. Then it was the Foo's and they played probably the best main stage set, well maybe joint with weezer... I missed the first 4 or 5 songs due to getting food and money from a cash point, but the running round stage in "stacked actors" (including licking camera and mouthing I love you to it, and climbing barricades), and then playing "everlong" at the end and it was beautiful and fireworks went off. Rock. Then it was off back for a fire, and bed

Sunday

Didn't get a breakfast in a pub today, instead ate some bagels I bought, which where nice... First band where amen (I didn't want to see them, I just happened too), the highlist was the best heckle of the festival. it was all
Casey Chaos (lead singer dude): "DO YOU WANNA HEAR SOME OLD SONGS?"
Heckler: "NO WE WANNA HEAR SOME GOOD SONGS"
Ace.
So then Rhys got hypnotised in the comedy tent, but he didn't go under as well as some of the others... I may post more about this brillaint event later. Then it was the carling stage for Hell Is For Heroes and Biffy Clyro. Both rocked, hooray... Then I got some food (good value at 3 quid for chicken noodles with (shock horror) loads of chicken bits. Ate it while watching six by seven and then wandered over, and ran into {lardpony} which was amazingly brilliant, chatted to him for a bit, (and thank you Kirsten for letting him use your phone so flagrantly, everyone give her love as a token of gratitude). He went off to see some bands, I watched Haven who where good, Cornershop who where odd but good, and then And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead Who where amazing and brilliant and the best band of the festival, and managed to trash the set twice. bwahahahaha. The second and final time they threw the entire drumkit (in pieces) into the crowd, and threw some pedals in (I almost got one, grrr)... They where rock, especially the drummer/singer who kicked down the drums, grabbed one of the cymbals and ran into the crowd hitting it with a drumstick. it was good... Then I saw the prodigy who was a bit of a let down, but by this time I was reunited with tom (lardpony) so we could make fun of them together... I missed The Music though which was kinda disappointing... ah well... Then it was buying firewood, watching people swim in the disgusting river, having a beer, and watching fire burning, then sleep, waking to the sound of dancing naked guys (see {stoobs} for horrific details) and then more sleep.

Monday

Pack, Breakfast, Home, SHOWER, food, blog blog blog blog blog. Answer e-mails. Blog blog blog blog blog

sweet home home town

Will do a long review style update later about great happenings... (Fun things! Hugged to death! Saved a horse! Flying Drumkits! Met {lardpony}!), but right now I've got 178 e-mails to check (101 are junk)...
I will post later

Martin Grech

Ah mr. martin grech, future of all things rock and roll. And his manager is nice.
"if I was to download one song of his to y'know see if I like his stuff what should I download?"
hmm well "push" is very good, as is "open heart zoo" as is it all really. those two. or maybe "penicillin" or maybe "dali". I dunno
Martin Grech

raar

Still at SS. RAAAAR, it's greatly fun and tonight again I am stewarding the mighty {steve} (Whose bassist, the equally might rees, now dislikes me, thank you Mr. Andrew Cowlington. Grrr.
Still SS is great, stewarding is fun, eating cake is also nice. However this keyboard sucks.
Reading soon
I can't type no more
xx

Stephness

It's a donut and stereo-esque. Steph owns stereodonut.co.uk after being very much part of lardpony.co.uk, and yes stereodonuts do rock lots. So give her much respect
oh and she's scottish and likes the furries. and soil (not the band thankful, the natural phenomen instead)
and she taught me the mighty words "raar" and "aevil"
steph

helen smells

Hey I'm at Soul Survivor on an internet cafe machine, um so far I've done lots of stuff, and met random people, and this is going to be really short and pathetically worded, because

1. I can't type on these keyboards


2. I have very little time left


3. My new friend helen sitting next to me smells, except I have a cold so I can't smell her


4. And alasdair sucks

Oh stewarding for {steve} tonight

i'm off

I'm off tomorrow for ages... to Soul Survivor tomorrow, and then READING!! woohoo. SO yeah, leave me messages of love, I'll be checking up when I get the chance, and I'll tell you all my results when I get em...
fair well
xx

zepplin-tastic

So I saw The Datsusn last night play in face-off. They are the greatest old school rock and roll band around right now. For a start they all have LONG HAIR, but not just any long hair, no way, 70's style long hair. Oh yeah. Especially the lead guitarist, who, if he went on "stars in their eyes" as Jimmy Page, would win the competition and then later go on to be disqualified for being Jimmy Page's clone.
Appearances aside, they rocked. First song the lead guitarist (I have no idea of their names so he's going to be called Jim, in homage to him looking like jimmy page) amp just doesn't work, so the other members manage to extend a 30 second song introduction riffy thing, into a 5 minute jam session, which was fantastico. Oooh and then they have solos! SOLOS!! but not your guns and roses slash style solos, oh no, they have (suprisingly enough) Led Zepplin style solos. With Jim wandering into the crowd while playing. Oh and the rest of them jump round the stage like manaics (excluding the drummer who merely drums like a maniac) and throw themselves around while playing all this old school rock and roll riffs. Sheer brilliance.

Three bad things though, 1) The vast majority of the crowd where stupidly drunk and not really interested in the band. 2) They had no set-list to steal. 3) Kerrang, who organised the night, proved their stupidity by putting the datsuns on before the pattern (they sound like the hives, but from LA, best thing about them, the drummer, who was brilliant).
So yeah brilliant, blindly excellent, and I while force {stoobs} to go see them at reading, after which we will see the vines, who I imagine will kinda suck in comparison

revealing it all

Well you'll be please to know in the great spam stakes you are all wrong
1) not spam, although it was rather bizzare and worthy of a seperate post
2) not spam, someone I've e-mailed once really changing there address
3) not spam, Micheal from {kinesis} e-mail me photos (well done Becky, although I think he's scared of you now)
4) not spam but rather the church warden of where I am going to work. NOT my mum
5) SPAM
oh and the bonus one was Spam too
oh and in a topical plug go and read what Dean has to say on spam.
The end

Top Five Improvements Needed In The Sims

1. Make the "rotate view" and "undo" buttons look a lot different, amount of walls I have knocked down while trying to rotate = 4
2. Allow me to actually make a character that doesn't look like a gimp
3. Allowing me to have a short/fat/stupidly tall character would be nice to
4. Programme the cars/school bus that drop you/your kids off to go round you instead of honking and beeping at you because you are standing in front of them reading the paper
5. Best of all would be a warning, tellign you that that chair you moved, yeah the one over there, has trapped that guy in the corner of your room, and he can't leave and look he's just collapsed on the floor due to exuastion caused by being to dumb to move round a chair

Well that's the end of that exciting story... I hope I get my postcard from Her tomorrow. And also some stickers from {kinesis}.

Hey ladies, and gentlemen

Right, deep philosophical (not really but still) post below, gets no responses, clearly my audience are a bunch of uncultured pigs (hey how is everyone? enjoying what you are reading so far? stick around to the end?). Anyway in response to this dramatic assertertion (is that even a word?) of everyone who ever reads this cultural mindset, I am for one time only Dumbing Down My Post
I'm - going - to - speak - slowly - and - loudly - as - well
No not really but here's a fun game
Am I Spam Or Not?
I've had a remarkably high proportion of e-mails over the last few days, that I've been about to delete without opening, then having been overcome by curiousity decided to read them, and it turns out that they weren't really spam. So for today's quiz... guess and see if you can work out which ones are spam, and which are in fact good intentioned e-mails... Answers in 24 hours probably, except in 24hrs it'll be eastenders, so probably 24.5 or 23.5 hours. Whatever.

Email Number 1: Na Collins: "dude"
Email Number 2: ! Emma: "Important change of e-mail address"
Email Number 3: Michael: "Re: those photos your requested"
Email Number 4: Pocketbattleship: "no subject"
Email Number 5: Ceejay53: "TIRED OF FAD DIETS? START LOSING LBS WITH EPP YACHOD"

So let the guessing commence

Oh and me being a dunderhead I forgot todays most important news Welcome Home {caff}

Deep and meaningful

I've just realised something... y'know when people say "y'know when you do this thing and this always happens? isn't that so true/weird!?", y'know the sort of expression that is popularised by tv sitcoms? Okay so maybe you don't know, so probably examples would be good...
Eg 1: "y'know when you're lying in bed at night and you start thinking about how small and insignificant you are and you get so frightened you start to cry? How weird is that??"
Or perhaps less extreme
Eg 2: "y'know when you are making toast, and you smell that wonderful bread smell, doesn't that make you want to dance? how true is that?"

Right I hope that's cleared things up, but basically my point is this, it seems to have become a social norm to do this thing. It used to be that these sort of observational humour/witicism things were only ever done by comedians, and were usually quite funny. However now everyone does them, everyday, and the thing that bugs me is that it has become seen as really rude when you don't turn round and say "me too, wow that's so true!".
Okay perhaps another example is in order...
Eg 2:"Y'know the other day I picked up this little baby yorkshire terrier and just had the sudden urge to see how far I could throw it!"
Now society seems to dicatate that we should always say something like
"Yeah that's so true, I've always wanted to do that "
If however we think that observation is actually not an accurate observation at all but the fevered workings of a chronically sick imagination, the only polite way of showing this is seen to be dampening our enthusiasm of our reply given. So if we disagree with the aformentioned observation, rather than saying
"I don't find that true, and throwing yorkshire terriers, while understandable is not the sort of thing I get sudden urges to do when I come within close proximity of said dogs"
We should say
"mmm, yeah"

Basically my point on the whole matter is, how stupid is this? surely if someone makes some lame and untrue observational wisecrack and then asks us to reinforce the truth of the statement, we should not feel awkward to turn round and say "no I've never found that to be the case".

I'm so going to resist the temptation to end this entry "how true is that?" because that would be far to lame and predictable, and for all I know it is only true for me, and everyone else has no problem telling people that they're observations are a) false and b) dumb. Which actually works out alright, because if my observations above are true, then all the comments will read "that's so true" and if my observations are wrong, they'll all read "that's so false, and dumb"... more likely I'll get no comments, but still

Take over the world

Oh what's This? could it be a ticket to the world famous Reading Festival? Oh I think it is.. NYAH
And if you look carefully you can see it's ticket number 214, which really is quite low.

Oh and The Datsuns and the pattern are playing Face Off on Friday... HUZZAH, NME says "we are incredibly great and arrogant and stuff, oh and this band we are reviewing 'the datsuns' are really really good live, so go see them. they sound kinda punkish with bits of led zep and ac/dc and various other things, oh did we say that we here at NME are the greatest people in the world ever? well if we ddn't we should have. Because we are great"
Or something

after 3 long hours

argh, after like what seems ages, I am sick to death of HTML and it's all it's dumbness...
see if I write code here

it works fine and dandy
yet the exact same code elsewhere does NOTHING
evil evil evil evil
and I haven't tried it it netscape yet
and I'm fond of carriage returns today
enter
see
ohh but the datsuns and the patterns are playing face-off on friday. This is good. Huzzah

lamacq-tastic

Mm Hell Is For Heroes are playing on Lamo right now which is groovey, because they are very good. And very nice, and deserving of air play. Quite funnily though, before they played "slow song" the singer says "this is a very imaginatively titled song called slow song" (or something along those lines, I need to turn my radio up) which is almost exactly what the bassist said to me when I asked him "is that the actual name of the song, or is it a title in progress?". Thus leading me to think that Hell is for heroes are actually coporate puppets and all get there directions from ONE MAN. Okay so maybe not, but who cares... eh?
(8) SAVE YOUR MONEY FOR THE CHILDREN
raar the new supergrass song is really good isn't it?

HAIR!

You thought todays post would be about hair didn't you? well you are wrong... it's instead about the pub. Which I shall miss when going to sheffield. Not pubs in specific as I'm sure they have plenty, but our Pub, where we do the pub quiz and have fun.
Hooray for Pub Quizzes...
Annoyingly though my bestest buddy {caff} was online (okay so maybe not my bestest as I think ranking friends is wrong, but still my good friend) and she's in New York and I missed it. Grrr

Someone lend me a tent.

kid-tastic

Right, this is important
I GOT A COOL KIDDIE BRIGHT GREEN TORCH FOR SOUL SURVIVOR

if torches could speak, this one would say "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE".

El Bizarro

So last night I had the freakiest dream EVER! (oooh spooky)...

Huzzah for scary dreams...

Radio 1

Today, in case you where listening to radio 1 at about lunchtime and heard someone that sounded a lot like me on it, well that was me. Losing horribly on "I want your text" even with the help of Mr. {lardpony} via msn. Which is most annoying because I really wanted the coldplay stuff they where giving away. Even more irritating is me not knowing the voice I heard, and I won't know who it is till tomorrow (if you don't know the rules it's really to confusing to explain and this won't make much sense, but just nod and smile). Yeah but anyway Jo Whiley and her producer (I think it's legendary producer Will, made famous by the chris moyles show) are really nice, which is good.
So in short, I went on, I lost, and I'm now finding the whole thing very surreal...
still good points that can be taken from this
A) Jo whiley and producer are very nice people
B) I've been on Radio 1, and not just as a read out name from an e-mail, but an actual contestant
C) I got Lardpony's real name (tom) read out
D) I got something to write about on MSN
E) I can brag about it
Huzzah

a brief perusal

So at somepoint during the last night, somewhere between watching the Blair Witch project (which somehow seems kinda dull after you've read all the hype, seen the making of and watched the last 5 mins or so round your friends house) and trying to think up {tctc} lyrics involving jam, I signed up for Is my blog hot or not? I'm not sure why I did such a thing, because worrying why my website is getting rated as 2 or 3 out of 10 by people I don't know is really the last thing I need. Well maybe not the last thing I need, I probably need a lobotomy less, althought judging by the standards of my writing I'm not sure how much of a difference a lobotomy would make.
So yes this brings me in a round around way to the point of this whole blog (sic), which in a sense is the whole point of this blog. Everyone's blog (argh that word is sooo starting to bug me. BUG BUG BUG) looks and reads the same. And now because I probably read these generic and bland blogs that seem to exist all over the place more than I do the good quality ones, ({lardpony} I miss you, come back all is forgiven), my writing style has deteroiated (reading lots of other stuff doesn't seem to have done any good to my spelling though) into the same humdrum boring stuff. It's DULL.
Raar I really need to get out more, and redesign this site, so it looks as un-template like as possible... I think also I'm going to finish my film off... and then I think I'm going to start again on this website malarky. Although I probably should get the other aevil syp website finished first...