Blanking sideways, Arnold...

It all looks a bit bare round here doesn't it? Fear not, there is a fresh cartoo bin done drawn. Just waiting for someone to scan it and tidy it etc. Thats all a bit technical for me. Plus the fact that I don't actually hvae a scanner.
On the plus side, I just discovered how good story of thor for the megadrive is. Its a rather smashing little Zelda clone, with a bit more funky action. Also, currently sampling the Dropkick Murphys properly after having the tunes knocking around for ages. Imagine what would happen if you glued the sex pistols and the pogues together. ALl right, if you did that you'd have a hideous many legged creature drippijng booze and, erm, corpse pieces. More like a cross between the musics. There. How's that?Anyway, its good, and should be listened to. I need to fill a noisy gap in my life since Mclusky split up. I don't really know how the swines could do such a thing to an innocent boy such as myself.
And now I tire. My eyes they hurt after two hours of Panzer Dragoon Orta and an hour of Story of Thor and i need to rest them for the day tomorrow. Clocking out, skinbags.

I keep forgetting what I want to be writing here, its definately becoming a problem. Like my spelling of 'definitley' there. I still refuse to use the spellchecker though, let my ignorance be wide and sweaty, and need a sit down. So what has the day brought to me? I have noticed that as you get older, I think I may have nailed down the reason for loosing the interest in music. Music, as you should know, works on a sort of cycle thing. Some say a cycle of new crazes and stuff, but I disagree. The cycle is the distance, roughy, in age that it takes for the second generation of children to fully establish itself as 'seperate'. In fact, I think this may be a ten year gap, but I'm not wheeling out any adding and counting appearus, like a mathematician, here. I think it has something to do with the fact that, as you get older, having livedf longer you have had more and more time on your hands in which to do stuff, goes without saying. Now, if music is indeed your thang, then your time will have been spent asorbing lots of music. There are always exceptions to the rule, I admit, but I think that you reach a point at which you have heard all the music available which centres around the sort of music that you like. You can't be bothered listening to imitators and so give it up as a bad job, or your buying peters out as you intake drops in proportion to the amount of quality stuff coming out. As I have said, exceptions usually mean people with a wider range of tastes and areas of music to draw from, or with changing areas of preference. That, and of course, the fact that we view our earlier records through rose tinted ear glasses, and we always thinks that it was 'better than the rubbish nowadays'. Sometimes. Persoannly, I stand by some of the tat that I bought because I either feel sorry for it or I continue to enjoy it because it means something, despite my knowing it isn't that 'good' anymore. Maybe its meaning to me changes.
Whoo. That wasn't as in depth as I'd like but my back hurts on this chair,although it might be the height of the keyboard doing it. Brief adjustment finds me just as uncomffortable so screw it.
On another note, I have actually bought and sent off my Dad's birthday card which may, or may not, actually arrive at his house tommorrow, but considering the address styling I doubt it. I think I actually combined at least three different addresses to make it. Soon know I guess.
Signing off

I'll tell you what this new keyboard is taking a bit of the wits out of me. Still, noy so bad so far. Or maybe so... Anyway I refuse to spellcheck the post to give it that genuine ie lazy feel. God, what a day. I can only bring you muzak. Yes, thats right. I got sent to a different place of work today, a common household name bank place which, for some reason, has the stereo in the back of the counter playing the same forty minutes or so of the most abysmal, soul destroying, suicide inducing load of gutless shite I have ever heard. On constant repeat. Its actually the aural equivalent of hell. I cannot believe someone saw fit to subject us to this dross. It simply goes beyond all human belief. Does someone think that it improves morale? Passes the time? Whose twisted mind engendered this project? I think that we should be told.
I had to come home and play Radiohead, which I had injected into my skull manually during the day just to keep it together. Which provided some relief. And, something else I discovered. The Morrisons Battenburg cake isn't all its cracked up to be. The marzipan crumbles off the sponge, and doesn't taste as almondy. And thats what i look for in a cake. Flavour. So bad for you Mr Morrison. I shall deny you any money from Battenburg selling and purchasing. You shall suffer fiunancially for your negligence.
In other news, the sweet n sour veg still sits here inmy room. I can't say for sure what this will smell like when I finally get round to actually desposing of itm, but its beenso long, I don't want to open it any more. So that can stay where it is for now. I'm sure it'll sort itself out eventually.
On a final note, did you know that the Sega Saturn actually had over 5o scrolling shooters released for it? Me neither until recently. Apparently the japenese are very big on the mass destruction side of videogames. I do like them and their crazy 'everything' thing. Lets make it big n bright n loud. It is likely to make you go blind but, hey, the mania does that. Fwwwing.

Bloaty on Chinese

Ooooh, I think I definately shouldn't have eaten all of the chinese takeaway really. It isn't a good thing, it gives me pain. So, good weekend then? Yes. The best part, to my mind, was the delicious beer available at the Kings Arms in Norwich just off the ringroad. Good beer good company. For reference, this was the night Tom bit my arm a lot and Chris came to the conclusion that to ask someone if they like the taste of ginger would be a good chat up line.
Itcould be.
In other news, right now all I really want is to go to bed and the world to go away for a couple of days which it wont do which I think is very poor organisation on its part. Faye does a goooood fried breakfast too. Mental note: Just go to bed. Now.