Showing posts with label Random_Crap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random_Crap. Show all posts
08 May 2010
22 September 2009
The stupid things we find challenging that others find easy
Are a constant source of annoyance, self-beration and anxiety. Things we know are simple but struggle with every time they raise their head.
Fucking telephones.
Fucking telephones.
11 July 2009
Even in despair, the funny side is clear
As I sank to my knees, giving up on yet another wasted weekend in what amounts to a wasted life, a crappy day drawing to a close... the track ticked over. Bad Day - oh how appropriate.
13 May 2009
26 July 2008
It occurs to me
That even for my own benefit tagging posts with "of no particular interest" is pointless, as I should rightfully tag every post with it if so.
It is thus with irony I attach such a tag to that statement.
It is thus with irony I attach such a tag to that statement.
23 June 2008
How Random; How Annoying.
The Alaska in Winter CD I ordered arrived, looked kosher with packaging, and disc image alike correct.
Then I stick it in to play (well, rip), and it turns out beneath the veneer is Whitney Houston's greatest oral shits.
Then I stick it in to play (well, rip), and it turns out beneath the veneer is Whitney Houston's greatest oral shits.
22 February 2008
Dredging up the Past
Is virtually never a good idea. Yet that's precisely what is happening over at RPGnet - where the off-topic forums are being purged of a lot of old content, but not before current users have a chance (1 week per year of content) to post to, and thus save, conversations of interest to them.
Whilst a lot of memories - good and bad alike - will be waded through, some classic humour re-visited, grand old arguments re-examined and so forth, mostly the past belongs in the past. So far it's not too bad for me; I didn't join those forums until August 2003 and so only 4 months of old contributions come to light so far. The worst is to come, sometimes in graphic and personal detail, as pretty much throughout the whole of '04 I used it to blow off steam from the vast array of crap that was going on in my life (now life is crap but at least it's because nothing is going on, not all kinds of Very Bad Things). Worse, I suspect some of it is the type of gawp-fodder that some folks might - on a bad day - save for shits and giggles. Arguments make for good reading do they not?
I'm hoping not; the idea of the content being deleted appeals, a shedding of a self-made burden in a way. It almost irks that the other denizens of that place might get in the way of this purge.
It's worth pointing out that gods was I an arsehole; injudicious, quick to anger, shit-stirring, prolific, profane and pointless and yet almost censure-free*. Only rarely did I contribute anything of worth - witty, funny, insightful were all in the minority - yet it's also the period when camaraderie and friendships were formed that I do now sometimes miss. Only sometimes. And some continue, which is nice.
*A bit like now, really - except for the prolific part.
Whilst a lot of memories - good and bad alike - will be waded through, some classic humour re-visited, grand old arguments re-examined and so forth, mostly the past belongs in the past. So far it's not too bad for me; I didn't join those forums until August 2003 and so only 4 months of old contributions come to light so far. The worst is to come, sometimes in graphic and personal detail, as pretty much throughout the whole of '04 I used it to blow off steam from the vast array of crap that was going on in my life (now life is crap but at least it's because nothing is going on, not all kinds of Very Bad Things). Worse, I suspect some of it is the type of gawp-fodder that some folks might - on a bad day - save for shits and giggles. Arguments make for good reading do they not?
I'm hoping not; the idea of the content being deleted appeals, a shedding of a self-made burden in a way. It almost irks that the other denizens of that place might get in the way of this purge.
It's worth pointing out that gods was I an arsehole; injudicious, quick to anger, shit-stirring, prolific, profane and pointless and yet almost censure-free*. Only rarely did I contribute anything of worth - witty, funny, insightful were all in the minority - yet it's also the period when camaraderie and friendships were formed that I do now sometimes miss. Only sometimes. And some continue, which is nice.
*A bit like now, really - except for the prolific part.
16 February 2008
A Guy I Used to Work With (Might Have) Made Music I (Might) Like
This group was just one of the little oddities that my return to using LastFM threw up last week.
Bizarrely although we talked about music more than a few times he never mentioned it and it was sufficiently obscure (which isn't saying much, really, given how far from the ground my ear is) that I had no inkling of it beforehand. It's a pity, 'cause he left a while back and I can't confirm, inquire or otherwise follow this up.
Oh well.
Bizarrely although we talked about music more than a few times he never mentioned it and it was sufficiently obscure (which isn't saying much, really, given how far from the ground my ear is) that I had no inkling of it beforehand. It's a pity, 'cause he left a while back and I can't confirm, inquire or otherwise follow this up.
Oh well.
15 February 2008
Silence...
Gods I hate that I never feel awake enough to write here of late. There's been good stuff, bad stuff, worse stuff and more - music, TV and film (albeit on DVD and long after it was new) as well as the good, bad and ugly of recent gaming - that could all have spawned dross to fill this page.
And a whole lot of boring life in between. I am the man to whom nothing happens, and who has not the energy, inclination or disposition to go out and make the interesting occur. I've not had a good few weeks one way or another. I'm going to bed earlier and earlier as a general rule but still sleeping less and less from one week to the next (or so it feels, whether this is true or not).
I'm spending money I don't have again; rediscovering LastFM was not good for my bank balance but has been good for my music library and wellbeing. I haven't been doing much with myself; backsliding into old, unappreciated habits, losing evenings to idling and not entertainment. Yet I have also been reading more than I had been - albeit that my current intake is really low quality throwaway writing; the promise of better crafted words in the near future is there too. I've not heard from people; I've not contacted many.
Mostly I just want to sleep, and bemoan the perceived lack of options beyond these four walls. Well, I don't want to do the latter, but end up doing it anyway. More sleep would be very good though: perhaps if I got enough then things might look brighter. I'm rambling for something to do... I can't bring myself to care to much about anything lest I just get fed up with how things are portrayed in media, how stupid talking heads can be or other such. My patience is thinner than ever, and my self loathing (what a great word loathing is, by the way) is not quite at an all-time high, but not far off.
It's time for bed.
And a whole lot of boring life in between. I am the man to whom nothing happens, and who has not the energy, inclination or disposition to go out and make the interesting occur. I've not had a good few weeks one way or another. I'm going to bed earlier and earlier as a general rule but still sleeping less and less from one week to the next (or so it feels, whether this is true or not).
I'm spending money I don't have again; rediscovering LastFM was not good for my bank balance but has been good for my music library and wellbeing. I haven't been doing much with myself; backsliding into old, unappreciated habits, losing evenings to idling and not entertainment. Yet I have also been reading more than I had been - albeit that my current intake is really low quality throwaway writing; the promise of better crafted words in the near future is there too. I've not heard from people; I've not contacted many.
Mostly I just want to sleep, and bemoan the perceived lack of options beyond these four walls. Well, I don't want to do the latter, but end up doing it anyway. More sleep would be very good though: perhaps if I got enough then things might look brighter. I'm rambling for something to do... I can't bring myself to care to much about anything lest I just get fed up with how things are portrayed in media, how stupid talking heads can be or other such. My patience is thinner than ever, and my self loathing (what a great word loathing is, by the way) is not quite at an all-time high, but not far off.
It's time for bed.
20 September 2007
Life is teasing me...
Title says it all; draw your own conclusions.
Add "or so it seems" for accuracy.
Add "or so it seems" for accuracy.
10 September 2007
I just remembered...
Why I both love and detest Tangency (RPGnet login required): There's always someone more fucked up, more attention seking, and even more pathetic than me or you. Even when, in some cases or moments, that might take some doing.
Inevitably they are also more popular; it's the way of the geek world!
Inevitably they are also more popular; it's the way of the geek world!
07 September 2007
I really need to rant
So just picture a torrent of crap whinges, exclaimations, angry jibes and lamentations about life, the universe and everything here.
I'm not actually going to rant about everything I need to rant about because I have done so too many times in the past and it really gets old - not just to read or hear, but to write or say, too.
My emotional coffin has warped; I am a walking mental scar. Or to sum up: not a happy bunny (but when was I ever?).
I'm not actually going to rant about everything I need to rant about because I have done so too many times in the past and it really gets old - not just to read or hear, but to write or say, too.
My emotional coffin has warped; I am a walking mental scar. Or to sum up: not a happy bunny (but when was I ever?).
07 August 2007
27 July 2007
I Am Quite Secure In My Ugliness
Or, otherwise put, there are a million and one reasons why any given person might be lonely; physical appearance does not make the (my?) top 10.
Of course, I also lack any recent photos of myself to display "proudly" under said statement (the one on my profile is at least 15 months old); I am not unhappy about this.
Of course, I also lack any recent photos of myself to display "proudly" under said statement (the one on my profile is at least 15 months old); I am not unhappy about this.
Could you make a character for every game you own?
It started on RPGnet, and now Garry is doing it too. The idea? To make a character for every RPG one owns.
Me? I'm dubious. This is not because I feel it is a waste of time, or that I fear it wouldn't be fun. No, I doubt I could do it because of the time I would inevitably want to sink into it. I have more games than I have read (though not an awful lot compared with many gamers), and an annoying tendency to write too much when I set out to do these things - I'd feel honour bound to have complete premise (my fundamental starting point for any character I'm actually going to play) rather than just the numbers.
An easier option might be to roll out previously used characters, but as I haven't read all of every game I own, it follows, too, that I have not actually played more. Or it has been so long since I did that the effect is the same.
Given I am falling ever behind with the actual play/summaries for my WFRP game, taking on another large project - 20 plus games, some more detailed than others, some I know better than others - is folly. Perhaps after the current game concludes it might be an option, but to be honest I should be doing other things with my time. I cannot deny that there is part of me that wants to, especially as writing up a selection of good, strong, premises might be useful as pre-gen concepts for future games. It is also fun; I enjoy the creative process - thought and writing it up, both - though much of it is muted when it is not done with an imminent game in mind and when not bouncing ideas off the GM (and potentially other players).
So I'm sitting on the fence for now; I do that quite a bit of late.
Me? I'm dubious. This is not because I feel it is a waste of time, or that I fear it wouldn't be fun. No, I doubt I could do it because of the time I would inevitably want to sink into it. I have more games than I have read (though not an awful lot compared with many gamers), and an annoying tendency to write too much when I set out to do these things - I'd feel honour bound to have complete premise (my fundamental starting point for any character I'm actually going to play) rather than just the numbers.
An easier option might be to roll out previously used characters, but as I haven't read all of every game I own, it follows, too, that I have not actually played more. Or it has been so long since I did that the effect is the same.
Given I am falling ever behind with the actual play/summaries for my WFRP game, taking on another large project - 20 plus games, some more detailed than others, some I know better than others - is folly. Perhaps after the current game concludes it might be an option, but to be honest I should be doing other things with my time. I cannot deny that there is part of me that wants to, especially as writing up a selection of good, strong, premises might be useful as pre-gen concepts for future games. It is also fun; I enjoy the creative process - thought and writing it up, both - though much of it is muted when it is not done with an imminent game in mind and when not bouncing ideas off the GM (and potentially other players).
So I'm sitting on the fence for now; I do that quite a bit of late.
20 July 2007
Summertime...
Well... not really, eh?
Nothing but wet, dark days, and it is really starting to do my head in!
Nothing but wet, dark days, and it is really starting to do my head in!
19 July 2007
Just Because...
This is the coolest emoticon I have ever seen. Found whilst randomly flicking through threads on an Xbox360-related forum, it does a little ironic dance that I have come to associate with mocking appreciation, self-deprecating congratulation (oxymoron though that might seem) and general over-the-top or inappropriate celebration.
Woop!
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