...just kidding.

I had a huge rant saved here about Twilight (don't worry, it's C+P'd into word, I'm saving that baby for the 29th), but it's not the time for that.

Merry Xmas to all.

DragonflyBlade21: A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.

http://bash.org/?414593

You know what?  I'm sick of being fucking used. 

Bit of a mixed week...

- hung out with Aib
- hung out with lucy
- found the joys of Civilisation REvolution on the DS..and indeed, am now getting paid to sit on my arse, occasionally take a bet and conquor the known world

But the bad news, my gran is in hopsital.  Nothing too serious, I'm not even one hundred percent on what is happening, but tests (which required a horrible pre-med i've had before which is vile and leaves you ill...with a ginger and lemon "flavouring"...yeuch...) had to be cancelled after she was given too much of ANOTHER med and effectively conked out (the procedure can't be done in that state, apparently).  So yeah, I'm a little worried.  She'll be fine, but there's thatl ittle niggle in the back of your head that won't stfu like a good little boy.

Oh, and another thing whilst I'm here, this has been bugging me for some time and hey, it's 2am, it's the Gogz show so w/e...yeah, ladies.  Please, please, please, please, PLEASE never use the following words in a sentence when addressing a guy "better", "friends" "off" and "as".  It's insulting, degrading, and (most times~!) a flat out lie.  Oh, "It's not me, it's you" is another.  That's right out.  Use the truth!  "The thought of you naked turns my stomach" or the like! 

(edit note: this isn't recent experience, just something that popped into my head after I allowed it to wander)

OH!  And congrats to Andy Murray!  I know a whole legion of fangirls are currently sobbing into their scarves after teh pretty crashed and burned, but come on!  Get behind Muzza! 

...and other fun time shenanigans.

Rafa ftw.  Missed the Olympic final, but it was a formality anyway, amirite?  Commence the marking the fuck out-age.

Second.  I am now the proud owner of two 15 inch by 15 inch "box prints", one of the Joker and the other of Iron Man.  This is why people like me should not be allowed money.  On a similar note, walking around Edinburgh whilst wearing a Joker t-shirt (especially during the fringe) is fun times.  The conversations are deadly, especially when I produce my Joker playing card (yes, i carry several with me.  Do not judge).  Expect pics of the prints soon :)

Thirdly, thanks for the yo-yo.  You know who you are.  Without you, it's just a Yo :(

Fourthly, Russell Howard in seven days time - how moar epic?!  None moar epic.

Fifth and finally, I am indebted to Kath Pup for showing me the delights of the Mussell Inn, in more ways than one.  Hopefully all will become clear next week :)

Things I'm loving right now:
Prestige (book) - just got round to reading this, halway through, loving it.  Movie is going on as soon as I finish it.
Guitar Hero DS - yeah, my hand cramps if I play more than two songs, but its still epic.
FF IV - 'nuff said.
The fact that I've had a kindred spirit living five minutes from me for years and never knew about it till last week :-|

Things I'm hating right now:
Working more times than not.
That bastard.  He's so decent I hate him I hate him I hate him.
RBS.

Alright, I wrote this last week someime after watching the Dark Knight for the third time and being told I "needed to write something funny for the Wrestlemania type show".  So after one suggestion by a lovely lady called Kar (namely the tear-age at the very end), the rest wrote itself.  Click if you're interested in seeing how I...create.



Tripe, no?  But it was fun tripe to write, and a departure for my standard fare of hurting women because I can.  If this gets a decent reaction I may post more of my parodies.  Idk.  Just tell me how bad it is.

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