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Friday, July 04, 2008
So, I finally got round to playing with the Spore creature builder this evening, and somehow managed to avoid creating a Penis Monster (even though the starting shape is really reminiscent of a wang and ball-bag).
I was actually amazed at how incredibly simple and intuitive the tools were to use. As Craig pointed out, no instruction was needed, Dave and I just got stuck in, and made our respective monsters.
I have made a new beast this evening, all mouths and fly wings, but I am too tired to make a movie of it right now...maybe tomorrow eh?
This is a little film of my first creation and some babies, having a boogie!
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 00:34
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Monday, June 30, 2008
Amy Winehouse. Amy fucking Winehouse...
...Jesus.
According to the BBC, she “appeared” to punch a fan at Glastonbury this year – though by “appeared” they mean “staggered about wailing and shuddering, and made a sort of elbowy movement about a foot away from anyone's face”.
She's a fucking mess, and I am getting really sick of being force fed her breakdown day after day by the faux-caring media. Personally, I couldn't give a fuck about her or her fucking problems; she's got more money than she knows what to do with, an army of sycophantic followers, and a mum who “appears” to care for her, so I'm sorry, the supports' there, and if she chooses to continue to abuse drugs (whatever they may be), then that's her choice. Let her get on with it, without the constant updates. Just tell me when she's dead, so I can come out of hiding.
Jesus.
What is it about celebrities that glosses over the truth? If I were to get in the kind of states that Ms Winehouse and that horrific calamity Naomi Campbell did, I would either be on a section of the Mental Health Act (hahahaha, I wrote “Metal” Health Act; which I assume is some kind of high intensity heavy metal programme, where you are treated with constant bursts of Metallica, Megadeth and other classic heavy metal, whilst being given “Mosh Therapy” and “Sign of the Beast” sessions. Wicked!), or in prison.
But no. Because they're “special”, their behaviour is seen as either a cry for help, or them just being a bit eccentric.
Pisses. Me. Off.
I'm not going into a rant about the cult of celebrity here. I've done it so many times in the past, it would just be raking over old ground. However, like all cults, it's full of dead-eyed souls, all of whom live lives empty of something, and who cling to the lies and façades of their chosen messiah's, dutifully ignoring the rot, corruption and emptiness that lies beneath the patina of glamour and secretly declared vulnerability. Like all cults, it needs burning out; it's leaders cast to the floor and stripped of all the “power” they wield, finally exposed for the pathetic and useless dregs they are, dead shells animated by their own hype and delusions, who, when illuminated by the light of simple fact and truth, removed from the glamour and bullshit, are merely people like you and I – mortals who crap and wipe like us, who fart foully like us and who are far from perfect....like you....what? Oh, okay...and me...I guess.
Okay rant done. You can grab your copies of “Hello” now (“Hello” magazine – the bible of the cult of celebrity – how I loathe you), and read Kerry Katona's latest life event, Jordan and Peter's latest bowel product's dimensions, texture, taste and smell, and get an update on the scratching habits of the last useless fleshwaster to be ejected from the “Big Brother” house this year.
In other news, you may have noticed my joyous post about Blizzard finally announcing Diablo III. Yes, it's a massively big deal in this house, as both Sian and I have been dreaming of an new Diablo since we kicked Baal's tentacley ass in the expansion to Diablo II. Have a look at the preview of the gameplay vid on the website, and then try not to get excited. I dare you.
I'm actually waiting for Terry, the fellow putting our kitchen in to arrive. The kitchen is now in ruins, a shattered shell, lightly decorated with cobwebs...and he's here right now, so I shall bog off.
Tataa!
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 08:50
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Saturday, June 28, 2008
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Friday, June 27, 2008
The ingenuity and skill of the modding community never fails to amaze me.
Enjoy!
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Thursday, June 26, 2008
Too lazy to do a writing blog entry...so...
VIDEO BLOG!!!!
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Something squishy for your lunchtime...
...But not the good squishy....
...And DEFINITELY not the squishy involving cruelty to animals...or plants...
What is this do you think?
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 13:05
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
More of my holiday snaps from Azeroth. I'm really enjoying World of Warcraft, and this evening got to see what the bad boys of the world look like...and they look cool!
And to stop Craig unleashing his evil ass-monkeys (they are a hybrid of donkey and monkey...that live in people's rectums)...
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 00:15
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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Friday, June 13, 2008
So, I'm in love again.
As per usual, love came along when I wasn't looking for it; I was more than happy with my human partner, and my life was already very full. I'd also been burned before by similar things, and I was reluctant to give my heart away once more.
But then I fell for it.
World of Warcraft.
Oh, I'd seen it around. It had put many films of itself on the web, and I have friends who had also spent time with it, but I had been immune. Something about the ashen cast of my friends faces, and their comments about how it “drains your life”, kept me away, and after the stormy relationship with Dungeons and Dragons On-line, I had been loathe to make myself vulnerable to another MMORPG...
But last week, I saw it in its full glory, and my heart melted.
Actually, Sian's heart melted, and then mine melted...it was really unpleasant...all that myocardium dripping like slippery wax down our chest and onto the floor, forming a frothing puddle of goo.
Anyway.
It was ordered, and it arrived in good order...it installed quickly and with little trouble...and soon we were playing.
...And playing...
......And playing......
.........And Playing.........
Jesus, it's good fun...and JESUS it DOES eat your life away! I have some groovy screen shots, but I'm on the other PC at the moment, and so – you will be glad to hear – I have not got them to post.
Yet.
To give you an idea of how into this game we are, my Xbox came back the other day from being repaired, and I have not yet plugged it in to see if it works. It's sitting in the box it came in, weeping softly in the darkness.
I've also been spending a lot of time learning the 4th edition rules. It's pretty cool actually (hence why the previous post vaporised); although it is a very, very different game to 3.5, and I stand by my proclamation that for really, really, really micro-managing play styles, you should avoid it. Many things are colossally abstract; such as armour class, hit points, and much of the skill system. The characters are both hugely “nerfed” from their earlier incarnations (as in they are much simpler), but are well balanced, and if I am honest, they are fun to play. So, I'm happy with it, and have the rest of the books due out this year pre-ordered.
It should be noted however, that I am still running my 3.5 (3.75 really, if you consider all the House Rules we use) games, and intend to keep on doing so until no one wants to use those rules any more...which is very unlikely. It should also be noted, that you can do translations (not conversions) between editions, so all the old stuff is still relevant. Hell, in the adventure I am writing for a larger group in July, I am using the Victory Point system as written in 3.5; it translates perfectly.
In house news, our new kitchen lands at the end of this moon – and I personally cannot fucking wait. It seems that everything has been on hold whilst we wait for the kitchen to be done, and it will be lovely to finally think “We are in”, and to get all the boxes sorted. Oh, and even more importantly, we will be able to get the fucking massive holes in the walls plugged. Yay. Joy!
And that's it.
Yeah, it's not very exciting. Some of my Voodoo Lilies opened over at my mum's home, and I made a video. Again, I can't be bothered to post it at the moment. I'll do a big, slow loading, bulky post later today...or over the next couple of days...assuming that World of Warcraft lets me free long enough...or that Sian doesn't bludgeon me so she can play her Night Elf Rogue, Dyziet.
Mmmmmmm....bludgeoning....
Oh yeah, and if you are interested in hearing what a D&D game is like, and also want a bit of a giggle, check out the D&D podcasts, which are a game being played by the Penny Arcade and PVP guys. Very funny – much swearing. Woo!
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 10:52
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Just a quick heads up.
I'm now playing World of Warcraft, on the Emerald Dream server. My characters name is Jantherak - it would be great to see you all.
Yay!
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Sunday, June 01, 2008
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 17:22
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Okay, so I admit it. I have a real thing for compost heaps - nothing too vile you understand, I mean, I'm not planting my seed in them and making shambling refuse babies, which have my nightmarish visage etched on them in rotting vegetables and swarming flies - but I do love to get up close and personal with them.
One of the many things I was happy about the new place was the presence of a compost bin. Within milliseconds of first setting foot in the place, I was looking for something - anything - to break up and stick into it, to reignite the decaying fires that had clearly once burned within. At first there was little to put in, but within days of moving in proper, anything that could rot was being thrown in.
I'll admit, most people were a bit perturbed when I showed them THIS, and proudly declared my intention to activate my heap with my own Aqua Vitae, but by God it worked!
My wee awoke the beast!
Ah yes. There was no time for stench, as the hungry little bacteria in the heap went to work, generating heat, and hopefully lovely crumbly compost.
Anyway, things were going pretty well. On digging out some of the previous owners compost I found plenty of plastic, glass and oddly un-decayed hens eggs within the monsters belly, not to mention several large chunks of wood, but apart from that, we had compost heap might seething in the bin.
And then yesterday afternoon the discovery that was to cement my love of the compost heap forever!
Coprinus lagopus, as far as I can tell! The damn things were sprouting all over the place. The fluffy little fella's above are growing from some old bean sprouts and stir fry veg...well, I suspect the main mass of the fungus is in a hidden chunk of wood far below, but the fruiting bodies are rooted in rotting stir fry.
Now I have found these things in the woods plenty of times, but I have never been around them long enough to appreciate the transient nature of their existence.
The photo in the previous entry is the same clump about four hours later.
And these two photos are the same ones last night.
By today, things were looking a bit sad...though I have not yet edited the photo of them, and so will add it later.
Anyway, the whole life of the mushroom, from fuzzy-bud to dripping slick-stalk is about 12 hours. I've learned something. Yay!
So, at the moment, I am trying not to crush my lovely ink caps with the stuff I chuck in. There is a new clump growing, which is currently covered in bread crumbs, and which I assume will soon be fuzzy with mould. But I'm really hoping that these won't be the only cool macrofungi I see in the heap - maybe if I chuck some wood chips in, I could get some Clathrus or Dictyophora growing.
Now that would kick ass!
In other news, I have to phone UPS tomorrow and try to get someone to come and pick up my broken Xbox 360, as the drop off centre is...well, it's a long fucking way from here. I'm a bit pissed off with what a fucking effort this has all been. I mean, I didn't break the damn thing, bloody Microsoft built it with a glaring flaw, and whilst I do honestly appreciate the extended warranty and free repair stuff, I am pissed off with the labyrinthine system of returning the bloody unit.
To be honest, the Wii has been getting a lot of use lately. The House of the Dead 2 & 3 came out for it recently (and are as much fun now as ever), and Sian picked up Wii Fit, which should be called "Wii knacker yourself, and then scream at the really irritating games". It's brilliant, but at times, you want to punch your virtual trainer in their stupid perfect face, and stamp on them until they are panting wetly, broken on the floor.
Yeah.
Yeeeeeeeah.....
..........um....
Anyway, it's good, though I have neglected it recently, which means it will moan at me, and tell me I am bad.
I'm obese apparently by the way.
I like chocolate.
Mmmmmmmmmmm.......
Anyway, I'm bored, and so you must be only reading this because a kind of hideous catatonic drive has lodged in your brain, compelling you to finish what you have started.
Well good for you, because you're done!
Yay.
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 16:43
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I'm warning you now, I'm going to be blogging about my new pet...my compost heap...
...especially since it started to sprout these bad boys today (and yes, I mean today)
But right now I need sleep...so you are safe....for now...
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 01:20
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Tuesday, May 27, 2008
YAY!
Civilisation returns to my universe!
The internet hath returned!
So, we are in the house now, and although there is a new kitchen on its way, and holes in the wall, which let smoke from the neighbours shed in, to patch, things are pretty sweet...
...Though yesterday, in the middle of Guitar Hero III, an unwelcome celebrity made a visit to my home - the dread Red Ring of Death.
Yep, the real deal too, not the scary looking but mostly harmless "you have not plugged the video cable in" one.
So, after the initial shock had worn off (I think Dave, Kay, Chris and Sian were expecting me to flip, but I have kinda' been waiting for this to happen, and when it happened, any anger was lost in grim acceptance), I tried the Towel Trick...and guess what? It worked!
For now.
Anyway, I have my electronic UPS label (though as the console is holding fast I have sent an email to Microsoft enquiring as to whether they feel I should return it - not mentioning the deliberate overheating of course; just the intermittent and unreliable nature of the unit's performance). I also hit the emergency xbox fund, and picked up a replacement...you know, just in case.
So, I'm broke at the start of the month. Woo!
Anyway, I am currently updating all my software on everything, and shall do a betterer entry later. You smile with joy no?
Nice!
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 15:38
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
You have most likely worked this out for yourselves, being pretty and clever people, but in case you haven't, Sian and I have moved, and currently have no internet access. So, enjoy the break from my endless drivel; take in a movie, go for a walk and laugh at some trees, or just quietly coat the inside of your rooms with foil to keep the radiation the CIA is sending out away.
Whatever, I'll see you soon.
Gibberish spouted by Sheol at 21:34
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