Please don't kill us, Lake Monster!
Greetings and welcome to the middle of the bloody night. My pulse is currently 220 bpm thanks to loads of coffee, so I'll get this out of the way before tachycardia causes all my veins to simultaneously explode and I fountain geysers of blood over the new office carpet and fuktperkusiv's emo haircut.
Currently I'm still rather enjoying this year. I have been undergoing a personal quest of self advancement, intellectual fulfillment and physical development. This means I read ten hours worth of wikipedia articles about World War Two every night at work before staggering home and managing three to four sit-ups until I start retching blood. Finally I sedate myself with a small sherry (half a bottle) before collapsing into a long dreamless deathlike sleep, with my arms crossed across my chest and holding a wilting black rose in my mouth. Never before have I felt so fit and funky, and actually looked so pallid and coated with grease.
Anyway, who cares? I'm going to Evoke this Sunday if anyone's interested, and by that I mean the club not that I am going to sit in my basement with my I-Spy book of the The Lesser Key of Solomon trying to summon errant spirits to lead me to buried treasure. So if you're going I'll see you there and if not, I won't, so nerr.
Also, everyone who's even slightly into video games should drop what they are doing straight away (especially if its breakable) and purchase Psychonauts because it's freaking awesome. The other day I was inside the mind of a giant mutated lungfish which was represented as a B-movie set where I appeared as a huge Godzilla like monster crushing a city full of small lungfish wearing police uniforms ... Aaand you get to burn stuff. I rest my case. Anyhoo, I need more coffee, so have a great weekend whatever or whoever you're doing and I'll try to stay alive until next time. Cross my ventricles and hope to .. errk
Currently I'm still rather enjoying this year. I have been undergoing a personal quest of self advancement, intellectual fulfillment and physical development. This means I read ten hours worth of wikipedia articles about World War Two every night at work before staggering home and managing three to four sit-ups until I start retching blood. Finally I sedate myself with a small sherry (half a bottle) before collapsing into a long dreamless deathlike sleep, with my arms crossed across my chest and holding a wilting black rose in my mouth. Never before have I felt so fit and funky, and actually looked so pallid and coated with grease.
Anyway, who cares? I'm going to Evoke this Sunday if anyone's interested, and by that I mean the club not that I am going to sit in my basement with my I-Spy book of the The Lesser Key of Solomon trying to summon errant spirits to lead me to buried treasure. So if you're going I'll see you there and if not, I won't, so nerr.
Also, everyone who's even slightly into video games should drop what they are doing straight away (especially if its breakable) and purchase Psychonauts because it's freaking awesome. The other day I was inside the mind of a giant mutated lungfish which was represented as a B-movie set where I appeared as a huge Godzilla like monster crushing a city full of small lungfish wearing police uniforms ... Aaand you get to burn stuff. I rest my case. Anyhoo, I need more coffee, so have a great weekend whatever or whoever you're doing and I'll try to stay alive until next time. Cross my ventricles and hope to .. errk