It's been too long.

This weekend, I managed to watch the whole of GITS SAC 1st Gig and about ten episodes of South Park. Just watched the second part of Pandemic and it was HILARIOUS. One line near the end absolutely killed me, something along the lines of "oh, I didn't have a tape in." Watch it. It was awesome. Also, hearing Cars by Gary Numan played by a Peruvian flute band was pretty cool. And every line Craig comes out with is hilarious.

Craig: Was there ever a moment, when you had the genius idea of becoming a Peruvian flute band, that you thought, "Hey, ya know, this might backfire."?... No. That never occurs to you guys, 'cause you guys are jerks, and you never learn from your mistakes, and that's why everyone at school thinks you guys are assholes.
Kyle: That's not true! People at school like us! Don't they?
Stan: Yeah, Craig's just being a dick because we're going through a tough time right now.
Craig: I'm being a dick?
Stan: Yes!
Craig: You guys took my birthday money, got me arrested and sent to Miami with no way home except to take down the country of Peru, and *I'm being a dick?*
Cartman: There's no talking to this guy!

Am now watching Tweek vs. Craig. Best line:

Snow! Snow has been hanging around since last Friday. Basingstoke was completely gridlocked yesterday and people had to sleep in offices and hotels. I wasn't there, but pretty much everyone heard about it. A couple of people got to sleep in JOHN LEWIS which is this really up-market department store. And it has beds.

Friday was great, because the snow was still all new and white and amazing, and we could only reach about 10mph in the car since it was so icy. Me and my friend saw a woman fall over backwards whilst crossing the road, which looked very painful. Now everyone except me is sick of the snow.

It is three days 'til Christmas. Am very excited.

I watched the entire first series of South Park over the last few days. In an odd way, it reminds me of the early days of The Simpsons, back when it was relevant and you could even relate to it. I mean, you can't really relate to South Park, but most episodes have a message about something, just presented in a stupid way. But no, I can see what they're getting at, what with the moral speeches towards the end of each episode. So far, they've covered poverty, homosexuality, assisted suicide, Christmas...yeah, and more. It'll probably end up going the same way as The Simpsons, which sucks, because The Simpsons should've ended several seasons ago.

The snow is melting :(

The Christmas number 1 this year is Killing in the Name of by Rage Against the Machine, beating whatever crap the X Factor winner sang. And I must say, I BOUGHT THE SONG. Therefore, I contributed, and am a part of the awesomeness of a punkyish band reaching number one for Christmas. It IS awesome.

I'm listening to Aidan Baker, again. Green & Cold is awesome.

LJ says I'm in Croydon. I'm not. I don't know where that is.

I neeeeeed to write some more of Stairs, or I'll lose track and won't be able to get back into it.

Every time I get a comment here there's a small part of me that gets very excited. Then there's another bit thinking "crap, one of my friends has found my retarded ramblings". Then there's another part that wishes I'd just be left alone, though I guess if I really wanted to be left alone, I would set this to private. I guess it's like...publishing a book that no one will read. It's out there for people to take or leave, it's just that 99.9999999% of people would leave it. The 0.0000001% who take it are probably stalkers.

Anyway, I headed to E4E's Myspace place to take a listen to the new song. I usually hate Christmas songs (maybe with the exception of Fairytale of New York) but it's not bad. No scratch on the first EP, or anything JamisonParker released. Then again, I love JamisonParker maniacally. I really wish I liked E4E more. It'd be awesome if they did some really trippy shoegaze stuff, or went back to the so-sad-it-hurts indie acoustic stuff of JP.

My point? As usual, the comments left here are of little to no interest/value.

Moving along...anyone that comes near my room has been forced to answer the question: "DO YOU LIKE MY ROBOT?"

Victim then enters said room and takes a look at my MS Paint doodle that started out as a basic testing board for robot ideas so I'd know how to describe it in Stairs, but then ended up being completed, coloured and shaded.

It's almost midnight and I've had a whole bottle of lucozade, but my eyes are getting tired and I will have to sleep soon.

I downloaded a bunch of ambient musics. Now I'm listening to old musics. I like listening to things I downloaded a while ago, makes me feel nostalgic.

I rewatched some of David Firth's cartoons because I love them. I rewatched all of Salad Fingers.

I watched Anchorman earlier today. Not sure why I expected it to be so funny when Will Ferrell cowrote it. I don't like him. But it wasn't bad, maybe 6/10.

I finally got an Aphex Twin album. Can't remember which.

I forgot what I meant to say.

I knew this would happen. I've always had highs and lows in my moods, back when stuff was bad I'd go from euphoria to depression. Now I'm happy pretty much all the time and I thought I'd gotten out of my stupid peaks and lows, but it's happened again.

Is it a fair trade off? One day of bliss for another of sadness and loneliness? Or maybe it's more like a circle. Because everytime I feel really happy I start thinking about things, and then I end up making myself feel bad.

That's probably it.

Anyway, I've been messing around with discordante.net. I added some fancy javascript tooltips. I brought everything up to date and semi-complete. I uploaded that story I'm working on. I made a quirky little media player that is pretty much useless, but I wanted some way of sharing my awesome music.

I feel way too strongly about music. If everyone listened to there own favourite genres and bands and weird little indie occurences then I'd be fine, I just hate that people listen to pop music and accept it on a plate. I wish people would understand how much amazing music there is out there. I've probably only uncovered maybe a tenth of it. And I'll never hear every bit of amazing music.

I'm looking forward to the 20s though, another decade of amazing new music to listen to. It also makes the 70s and the 80s seem very far away (can't say I've listened to anything from the 60s), being a 90s kid and all. By the time the 20s are over, I will have probably left college, assuming I end up doing a BSc

I am so happy today. I walked home in the cold sun without wearing a jumper or a coat, I got cold, but in a nice way. I remember thinking how beautiful the pale blue sky was and how much I wanted to share that feeling with someone.

Listening to Aidan Baker and thisquietarmy's split album probably contributed to my mood. I was also thinking what a shame it is that so many people dismiss weird music like drone as boring or strange, because it's amazing. And I'm pretty sure drone is as close as you can get to being high without actually being high.

So, I could show you the photographs and send you the tracks, but it might not be the same. I will put the photos up later.

I have been thinking a lot about philsophy recently. I guess I first started thinking about it in Physics, when me and my friend started talking about what was outside the universe. That was the start.

And I was thinking about that on the way home, and I thought: there's no way of proving any of this is real. But if a painting can be beautiful (and that's not real), so can this. This is the most beautiful, unproveable thing imaginable.

I love photos of space, too. I kind of wish I was taking Physics at college, and I would if I could, but apparently philosophy is pretty heavy-going, so I'm sticking to my four: music tech, philosophy, maths and computing.

It's lame, but I am so looking forward to taking Philosophy.

In addition, me and my friend have great conversations. You know that feeling when you are talking about something meaningful and intelligent? That's the one. We have discussed immigration, religion, the universe and existance itself.

And I don't care how lame it is. It's great.

Also, equally lame, I may have RSI.

Air guitaring to Celebrity Skin by Hole...yah, this is what life is about. :p

I act really crazy when I'm tired. I stayed awake 'til three yesterday/this morning mouthing along the words to my favourite songs. I got really sad. It set me in a really introspective mood which has lasted long into today. I'm in a writing mood, which is great.

The headline read: "FNI discover dead victims of human experimentation".

It was all over the TV, the internet, the newspapers. It was something amazing and disgusting; no one had ever seen anything like it. There were photos of girls with deformed faces, a boy with lesions all over his skin, a woman with hard pads on her hands and feet: like a dog.
Then Ray saw a familiar face: it was the girl with the pipe in her brain. They'd called her Sunny, because no one knew their real names, so they'd taken words from the TV that sounded nice.

Sunny didn't talk right. They were all mental -- everyone, but Sunny was the worst. Sometimes she made sense, other times she just seemed to be stringing together nonsense, and worst of all, she knew what she was doing and couldn't stop it. Sometimes her brain just locked up and she couldn't say what she meant.
Perhaps Ray was the luckiest, because he had been given something useful. He must've been the luckiest: he was the only one left alive.
But he didn't have much to think about the events unfolding, because he was hooked up to a machine that pumped sedatives into his blood, so that the few hours he was awake were spent staring at the dark mark on the wall in the corner, or watching the pretty patterns made with a hand moved through the air in front of him.
When the news came out, the few people who knew of Ray realised where he had come from. And they realised that he was not an angel, or an alien, or something deformed born from the earth. He was just a boy who'd been cut open and experimented on. And that took away the mystery.
It was agreed by all who worked with Ray that it was exciting to be a part of the story, but the longer they remained silent, the heavier the weight of telling bore down on their shoulders like a big, black shadow. There was nothing to do with him except keep him docile and tired, and too full of sedatives to even think about resisting.
One day, a group of men with guns entered the hospital. They were led by a blonde woman with a pistol. Several of the men stood by reception and ordered the people at the desk to stay put. They informed the receptionists that they were from the FNI.
The blonde woman hurried up the stairs to the third floor, she marched down the corridor and forced her way into room 347c9. And as her eyes latched on to the awkward image of the boy, she realised how ridiculously overprepared she had come: she could simply walk in there and carry him away.
"Who are..." Ray mumbled.
He had a dazed expression, he was obviously out of it. Ray found that he could not organise his thoughts into logical sequences, rather, they floated about -- separate pieces of data that were meaningless on their own. He hadn't thought straight in weeks.
The woman entered the room and shut the door behind her. She quietly crept over to the side of the bed and crouched down beside the boy, who was laying on his side. She stared into his stony grey eyes and wondered the boy's purpose.
He was unable to focus on the woman. All the colours of the room swelled and blurred into one big, blue mess of smells and sounds. And through the confusion, Ray found himself able to speak.
"You just think it's strange because you have metal machines in the sky."
His words were slurred and didn't make much sense on their own. But she understood, and as a jet roared past overhead, she glanced out the window and realised what a sad and beautiful thing she had uncovered.
Remembering her duty and place, the woman rose to her feet and returned to the door. She said something to the men outside, and returned to the bed. She opened a black suitcase and took out a needle. Just as the door creaked open, she drove the needle into the boy's arm and pumped in a thick, white liquid.
Ray felt like he'd been knocked in the head. It was just like the sedatives he usually recieved at that time of day, but twice as powerful. He tried desperately to keep his eyes open, but there was no use. He was out in seconds.

In a few months or even weeks time, I will hate this. But I really like it for now. You can probably work out what is special about the boy in the story by what I wrote in the seventh paragraph and the bit about the planes.

I love taking my writing seriously. It makes me feel like a real writer.
I should really be revising for my exams...

Just finished watching Perfect Blue. It was...weird. I mean, it was good, I liked it. But it was really weird and pretty graphic in parts. It really reminded me of Lain and Paranoia Agent, which was why I decided to watch it in the first place. It was serious mindfuck. The ending was pretty good, but just as mental as the rest of the show.

It was creepy. But yeah, it was good -- in a creepy, mindfuck kind of way. It made me cry. It didn't make me laugh, or even smile. It was actually pretty depressing. But I'm probably better off having seen it.

Like I said: it was good.

Anyway, I made playlists for my art exam on Monday and the following Monday. That's right. I made playlists.

Playlist one goes:

• Nadja - Touched
• Rasputina - The best bits of Frustration Plantation
• The Get Up Kids - The best bits of Guilt Show
• Native Nod - Today Puberty, Tomorrow the World
• The Birthday Massacre - Violet
• Have a Nice Life - Deathconsciousness
• Man or Astro-man? - The best bits from Destroy All Astromen!! (I would've included the whole album but I wanted to keep the playlist to five hours)

Playlist two goes:

• Beck - Mellow Gold (almost all songs except the couple that spoil the awesome album for me)
• Fear Before the March of Flames - The Always Open Mouth
• Portraits of Past - Discography (all except a few songs that I hadn't even listened to before, for some reason)
• Jack Off Jill - Sexless Demons and Scars (missing a few songs to cut down the playlist length)
• The Blood Brothers - Young Machetes (again, missing a few that spoil the album for me -- including Giant Swan, GAH)
• Pocahaunted - Island Diamonds (I needed some more ambient)
• Moss Icon - A few songs from Lyburnum
• I Hate Myself - A few songs from Ten Songs
• City of Caterpillar - Self-titled

That's pretty much it. The only thing I haven't done is fit in places for my breaks. Seriously. I also got new brushes and a massive piece of card (A1 I think) for the exam.

Lastly, I downloaded Machina/whatever by Smashing Pumpkins today. I haven't listened to it properly yet, but it's not really caught my attention. A pretty okay good album.

Yep, as you'd have guessed, I got my laptop back today. It now has 2gb of memory instead of 442mb.

I don't really have anything important to say other than that.

Except, I have fallen in love with The Get Up Kids.

And I heard 30 Seconds to Mars's new song and the video is awesome.

I love finding a use for all those old notebooks I have lying around...one by one, anyway, Cliche though it may be, I have started a book of truths, where I don't include anyone's names and write whatever the hell I am thinking at the time. It isn't that interesting now, and will probably be even less interesting when I've forgotten who, why or what I've written each paragraph about.

But yeah, I like writing. And the main thing I wanted my laptop back for was...dun dun daaaaa...writing.

It's fun.

Also, I got my second HPV jab today. Was so worried and nervous that I started crying and ended up being walked into the room by my friend and one of the women in the admin office. Came out with tears all down my face feeling like a total idiot. Now I am on the needle phobia list and will get my jab before most other people. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, because, sure, it makes me feel special, but I have no idea why it hurts so much, and I will never be able to go far abroad because that means jabs and I don't ever want to go through that pain again after the last HPV jab. It sucks. :(

I actually cry pretty easily, which most people find hard to believe, because I know for a fact that I can be pretty scary if you don't know me. People have told me so. :(

Between my friends, I was known for being annoyingly camera-shy. I'm not too bad anymore, and I stuck up a photo of me on Facebook for mah profile picture. There's this little part of me that absolutely hates change, and that part of me is very mad at me...Now, every time I click profile to check for messages, there's a million tiny photos of me playing my guitar down the side. It's weird, I tell ya.

It's been way too long since I last posted, and all I can think to say is how cute Jared Leto was in Requiem for a Dream. At least until he became a total stoner and his arm got amputated.

Actually, that's just bad. It was a film about drug addicts. Not sure I should be saying stuff like that...... >_>

I want to watch Perfect Blue.

It's weird, but I've recieved a lot of nice things recently, totally unrelated to Christmas. Which is always welcome, and especially nice in this "current financial climate". I got my prom dress, which is dark blue, knee-length and made of silk. It was only £40 which is pretty damn awesome. I am getting a new phone, which I negotiated a half-half payment with my dad. I'm gonna go into the Synstar shop in my town and upgrade my laptop's memory! And on Monday, our broadband package is getting upgraded, and we'll get a new phone and "home hub" free. As far as I can see, a home hub is just a router which doesn't shield you from hackers or whatever.

I don't like routers, so I need to find some kind of downside to them.

I think ours may be broken.

Uh, nevermind.

This is probably one of the best comments on the internet:

I know it's lame to say shit like 'I could totally kick these kids asses, dude' and stuff like that because it's stupid and jockish, and I'm nearly 30. But I seriously believe that I could take like 4 or 5 of these kids out just by running at them. Not doing anything else. Just a decent run-up and plough straight into them, with my hands still in pockets. 4 in the hospital. Money on it.

Written about the lame scenecore band Attack Attack! who are famous for being the for forefathers of the genre "crabcore".

Yeah, I'm kinda bored right now...

And it is very cliche for oldschool emo fans to hate on the...newschool (?) "emo" stuff. I don't hate them, I just dislike them. If anyone else wants to listen to them, I haven't got a problem.

Anyway, can you blame oldschool fans for being annoyed at their genre being bastardized? It was a stupid name, anyway.

I spilt lucozade on my keyboard...oh noes.

Yesterday I watched Friday the 13th...because it was Friday 13th. I didn't get why it was called Friday the 13th, but it wasn't bad, regardless. I mean, it was pretty cliche (good word) as far as horror films go, but it was pretty scary too. So it succeeded.

I never mentioned it, but my friend had a halloween/birthday party about a week ago. I backbrushed my hair and wore black. I didn't have a costume, 'cus I've never done anything for halloween before. Anyway, I tried my best. And yeah, we watched The Uninvited.

THEY KEPT TALKING THROUGH IT. It was annoying. I was trying to watch the film...anyway, the film wasn't bad. It had that girl from A Series of Unfortunate Events. It wasn't great. And it wasn't really horror. The problem was that not enough happened. The acting was decent though, and the cinematography was lovely. Haha, maybe I should start reviewing horror films.

Okay?

I'll just nab my ratings from RYM:

5 = excellent
4.5 = great
4 = good
3.5 = average
3 = not bad
2.5 = mediocre
2 = poor
1.5 = bad
1 = terrible
0.5 = crap

Friday the 13th (remake) (yeah, I'm not a purist, I much prefer remakes...they're scarier...)
Scariness: 7/10 (pretty scary...)
Gore: 7/10 (let's see: beheadings, axes in the back, knives through feet and hands...?)
Acting: 5/10 (nothing special, average characters)
Story: 5/10 (again, nothing special)
Cinematography: 4/10 (again! Nothing special, pretty cliche)
Ending: 5/10 (cliche, and not very satisfying. It left room for sequels, which isn't exactly a good thing)
Overall: 6/10 (good at what it does)

Average score of 5.7 / 2 = 3.45 = average

The Uninvited
Scariness: 4/10 (not very)
Gore: 4/10 (not much)
Acting: 5/10 (some awkwardly bad moments, but rare)
Story: 7/10 (a change from the horror-film cliche, but it's been done before)
Cinematography: 6/10 (beautiful location; pretty good)
Ending: 4/10 (disappointing, but fitted with the plot)
Overall: 4/10 (meh)

Average score of 4.8 / 2 = 2.4 = mediocre

I have actually now created a massive spreadsheet with several more films and several chunks of EXTREMELY COMPLICATED FORMULAS.

Take a look at this baby:
=IF(B34<$F$11;$G$12;IF(B34<$F$10;$G$11;IF(B34<$F$9;$G$10;IF(B34<$F$8;$G$9;IF(B34<$F$7;$G$8;IF(B34<$F$6;$G$7;IF(B34<$F$5;$G$6;IF(B34<$F$4;$G$5;IF(B34<$F$3;$G$4;IF(B34=$F$3;$G$3))))))))))

Why oh why?

My grammar sucks today. That is all.

Have a Nice Life are amazing.

However, these is some part of me that just wants to dance like a maniac when I hear a cheesy Japanese rock song (such as the one at the start of Yugioh: the abridged series). I think anyone who has ever watched anime gets that feeling sometimes. Maybe I should start a support group.

Yeah, so I watched the whole of Yugioh: the abridged series. It is hilarious. Also, the guy who makes them is also a fan of MST3K, which is one awesome coincidence.

The only thing that hasn't been answered in the series (abridged or otherwise, as far as I know) is why the main character is so short. And why did I never realise how cute shortness is before now?

So anyway, I got round to doing some more of discordante.net, and will probably upload some photos soon. DeviantArt is way too big for an amateur photographer like me, so when no one can comment, it feels like less of a failure.

Novel wordcount? 2301. I'm hoping to finish this sometime. I like it.

But I'm never going to write something decent 'til I get over my obsession with writing everything either a) from a teenager's point of view OR b) involving teenagers.

I like writing things I can relate to. And I can't really relate to much else. Plus, I'm enjoying it way too much.

Anyway, like I'm sure I said a few posts ago: this is too weird. This is the side of me I DON'T want people finding out about, 'cus it's the side that is mainly tucked away and only comes out when I start being creative. Really creative.

And it's definitely one of my strangest sides. I'd say I was evil, but I enjoy The Get Up Kids and Jimmy Eat World way too much to be evil.

I like being weird.

Incidently, studies show my two favourite topics to write about are: MST3K and music. Which shows what a reclusive, boring life I lead. Wait, no it doesn't. THOSE TWO THINGS ARE AWESOME.

About an hour ago, I walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, and the bottle of dog shampoo fell off the top of the medicine cabinet and went SMASH on the floor, flinging dog shampoo all over the bathroom. Which I then spent twenty minutes cleaning up. Consequently, I now smell like dog shampoo. I also managed to throw a toilet roll IN the toilet this morning. Someone has set up the bathroom to sabotage me today.

We had our second English exam. It went pretty alright-okay-not-bad. I described a city, the same city in the story I'm currently writing.

Speaking of which, it's great fun. It's also really odd. It's also probably pretty dark. I mean, it doesn't seem that way particularly to me, but I've noticed people tend to view me as a kind of dark person. I'm quite happy and chirpy, and I don't shun bright stuff, but everything I create: music, writing, drawing; tends to be kind of depressing. I guess it's a good outlet. And I don't dislike happy endings, I just like to torture my characters before they get there.

Have also noticed that the boy who was giving me strange looks has now taken to avoiding me, hurrah. Haha, well, if he wants to be difficult then that's his problem. I'm not going to get messed up in stupid menial things like that.

Some people are awfully confusing.

Whenever I think about an exam, I think about my HPV jab. Both those things make me think of this:
I'm not sure why.

Today sucks. A boy I know randomly goes up to me and says he's been on my website. So I'm like "buhhh....?" and he then informs me that it was "Everthing I Hate or something..." which I stopped updating and shut down about a year ago. However, I only replaced the index page, and Google still indexes a couple other pages. So I've now replaced those.

He says "I thought everyone knew about it?" or something, leading me to go "WHAT??" Uhh, no. No one knows about it. And now, how do I know my friends aren't running around reading my dumb thoughts, or worse, reading my Livejournal? Gagh, why would that even be so bad? It's not like I write anything really terrible here.

I guess it's just the feeling that I am quite a different person, and I'm not sure I want my friends knowing this side of me that only comes out on discordante.net or Last.fm or Livejournal or whatever website I've made a little nest on.

For all I know, they could be reading this right now. And that boy could be stalking me. Gaghh. Hello, or whatever.

Zuhhhhhhhh.

Well, I am writing again. But at a slower pace. And although I'm only writing to satisfy that part of me that likes horribly depressing twisted stories about strange boys, it is of fair quality. Unless you count the plot. The WORDS...the words are of fair quality.

980 words in two days! This is a much nicer pace for me.

I have another HPV jab in little under a month. Am terrified.

In other news:

Nearly everyone I know suddenly becomes an idiot on the internet. For example: they are likely to get excitable over a photo of a cute cat; they cannot type a word without adding several unnecessary letters on to the end (helloooooo i lovveee youuu etc.); they think we all want to know about their stupid in-jokes.

Maybe I'm just being cynical...or MAYBE I'M RIGHT. DAMMIT.

This is probably my favourite photo ever:


Words cannot describe how much I love this photo, but I'll try: IT'S AWESOME. Just seeing this photo brightens up my day and makes everything seem happy and fun and yay!

Just...the duck! He's been picked up! Heh...look at his little face. Even better, those little feathers look like tiny little arms, like he's going "GGAAAGHHH PUT MEH DOWN!!"

I'm pretty sure that's what he was saying.

In second place for best photo ever comes the Crow as Forrester avatar. I found a bunch of MST3K avatars on my trek through MST3K-related pictures on Photobucket. Of course, I saved all the good ones.

I have seriously watched a shameful amount of MST3K episodes to be so obsessed with it. And I mean shamefully little. I reckon I've maybe seen a quarter of all episodes. That's about fifty to those who have yet to see MST3K.

I figured my first photo ever of myself on the internet should be something totally stupid and mundane. So here ya go, I'm photobombing the adults on our France trip.

Actually, I know for a fact that only I read this, so I don't think it counts. I just thought it was a pretty awesome photo with me sitting there all non-chalantly, inadvertantly ruining the photo. Unless, of course, you're so amazingly intelligent that you know how to crop a photo. Which, clearly, someone wasn't.

No, I'm not a boy. Yes, I do wear quite a bit of black.

Here is my official giving up statement for NaNoWriMo this year...lucky reader, you are the first to hear it, and probably the last to care.

Okay, I'm giving up. Why? Because the longest thing I've ever written was 18,000 words and I'm really out of my depth here. I kept restarting my story, and then decided I didn't like it. Then I realised just how long I'd have to write each day and how impractical that was considering I have several exams soon.

In short: this is too difficult and nothing good will come of it, so I will attempt it again next year. Wish me good luck...for then!

In other news, I have become obsessed with the Man or Astro-man album Destroy All Astromen!! It's really good. I also taught myself Name of Numbers, Of Sex and Demise and Intoxica on guitar. I've been playing them all day. Of Sex and Demise is probably the most fun song I've ever played on guitar, you just wanna dance around listening to it.

I also love Landlocked, but the guitar solo is fairly complex so it'll be a lot of practice before I can work out and perfect it. In my house, it has become known as "The Organ Song", for obvious reasons.

I also love that MoAM did a cover of the MST3K Love Theme, as if I didn't already have enough reasons to love them.

I present to you: Name of Numbers by Man or Astro-man?


I also have to say this is the best avatar ever.

I kinda sorta restarted my novel and am now at 1105 words...not bad! I will definitely catch up tomorrow and the weekend. I need to reach something like 12,000 by the weekend. I hope.

Anyway. Me and my brother watched MST3K Pod People, it was great. Our favourite bits were when Tommy wraps up the egg and Crow (I think) goes "just tending the incubus mother" in a really deep voice, and when Tommy sticks his head in the cupboard and J&TB make sucking noises like Trumpy is sucking his face. Also loved Trumpy's namesake..."I named you after Donald Trump!"

That's all, must do more writing now.

Listening to City of Caterpillar, they're pretty awesome. One of my favourites in the scene, along with Native Nod, I Hate Myself, Portraits of Past and Moss Icon.

Hopefully I won't be writing so many lengthy posts this month, as I need to put all writing power into my story for NaNoWriMo. I have just under 3,000 words so far, and it has only been one hour and fifty one minutes since November officially began and I started writing (I sat here watching my laptop clock for the exact second it turned)!

If I write 2,000 words an hour (as has been the rate so far, yep), then I will only have to write for an hour a day to finish my story for November the 25th. I hope this will continue to be easy.

Rest in peace Geocities, you were pretty neat. :(

For over ten years your pages blinded us with bad colour schemes and animated gifs. But without you, I would never have learnt HTML and CSS.

I hate Yahoo.