Sunday, 19 April 2009

The big room with the bright light is getting warmer

So yesterday I was persuaded to venture outside into public.  Into sunlight nonetheless.  The occasion?  Playing cards in the park. (I won.)
So now it's sunny again today, and I can't help but want to go out again.  As each sun-filled day passes, I can feel an ounce of geek leaving me.  Thankfully, I woke up to realise I now had all Dragonball episodes downloaded.  That's Dragonball, Dragonball Z, and Dragonball GT.  If uit wasn't for an assignment deadline in a week, I'd be watching it and pretending they never made a live-action movie.  I've not seen it yet, but I'm not getting my hopes up.  At the best, I'm hoping it'll spunk all over my childhood's face, instead of the violent anal penetration I'm expecting.  More on this when I get a new bank card delivered, thereby having access to my money again.  (I may have been a little drunk and lost it the other night.)

I just found a site called GamerNook, a social networking site for gamers.  So far, the only annoying part has been adding my games collection to my profile.  I've had to do this once before for a Facebook application, so I wasn't too enthusiastic about it.  I've missed out my N64, Megadrive, and PS2 collection, which I'll finish when I can be bothered.  Apparently it's meant to make it easier to find people to play online with, so if you make an account look for me.

Friday, 17 April 2009

My place really does suck

So I live in a little slice of heaven affectionately called 'The Moose'.  Reason?  Because it's the name of the place.  Duh.
Anyway, this house isn't well known for it's healthy drinking water.  One more than one occasion I've taken a glass, and had the water contained turned nearly opaque due to the 'things' in it.  The only way to get the water to an acceptable drinkable level, apart from moving, is to let the tap run for a few seconds prior to glass-filling.  Over Christmas holidays, a housemate left a bottle of water on the side, and returned 3 weeks later to a sight which can only be described as 'icky'  Mould balls had formed, and were bobbing up and down the bottle.  Sadly, he wouldn't drink it.  Even for science.

Why do I bring this up?

I was searching through a cupboard in my room back at home (The home with the people who gave birth to me) and found a bag I'd used for camping.  "Awesome" I said, as no-one was awake to tell me to stop talking to myself.  I need a tent for a week in June, so looked inside to see if I had one.  I realy can't remember what was in there.  The last time it was opened was about two years ago.  On the top of the bag, a bottle of water.  It had been in there for two years, and it was clear.  If I hadn't have just taken it out of this bag, I would consider drinking it.  (Again, for science) 

So a bottle of Moose water is left for two weeks, and grows mould.
A bottle of Liverpool water is left for two years in a bag in a small cupboard in a warm room, and it's fine.

Is my water really that bad?

Sunday, 5 April 2009

Here he goes again

It's bad when you get writer's block.  It's worse to get it when you're not a writer, barely update a half decent blog, and should really have a lot more to talk about.  This is one of those 'worse' moments.  But, I'm bored and after reading some other websites, I'm inspired.  Either that or 'creeped-out'.  Note to self: Cleanse browser history.  With fire.

I've not got a topic handy, since when I go to ask people for something to talk about they always answer with the same thing:
"Where are your pants?  How the hell did you get in here?  I'm calling the police!"

Really, if you can't ask random strangers for advice in the comfort of their own home, our society is doomed. 

While I'm on the topic of destryoing society,  the internet has a new corner to annoy the rest of mankind.
Omegle.
My first experience was a stranger asking 'Cyber?'  Instant dislike alert.
Give it a go.  You may enjoy it, you may end up shutting off your PC in the hopes of never contacting another human being ever.

Funnily enough, this is what /b/ makes me feel like anyway.