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Rachel has a new and awesome project to amaze with. It's called Ave Pasifika (The Legend of Bouboucar Bottle) and it can be found avepasifika so GO THERE NOW. It has pirates and bubble houses and New Zealanders and explosions and drug use and sluts and intrigue and fatties and personal growth journeys.

The super fun happy catch is that she posts new chapters as people join - it's crowd-funded, yo.

GO! Gogogogogogogogogogogogo!

 I just got my gaming stuff set up proper-liek here in NZ. My gamertag is "Zwuh", unsurprisingly. Add me if you Xbox.

Hello blogworld, blog to meet you. How blog you today?

I now write a blog. No, not this one. A different one.

http://www.deadgeekcircus.com/lasers/

It's about video games. Will be updating at least twice a week. It's the next big thing and you're MISSING IT.

Get on the train, dude.

Latest updates are on creative expression and Chrono Trigger... 

via winzig

Your result for The 3 Variable Funny Test...

the Wit

 

(57% dark, 27% spontaneous, 11% vulgar)

 

 I made a post just so I could use this avatar.

“. . . imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, ‘This is an interesting world I find myself in - an interesting hole I find myself in - fits me rather neatly, doesn’t it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!’ This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it’s still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything’s going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for.”
A nice little quote I found while reading through Friendly Atheist today. Atheism and environmentalism in one quote! Holy holy moley!

I had a weird stroke thing. It was pretty weird and scary. On Friday I was finishing lunch when my eyes unfocused and doubled - suddenly I was seeing perfectly out of single eyes but unable to connect the two. I was freaking out here, as you would. But after about 2-3 minutes, this subsided... and was replaced with the inability to stand up, walk, control my hands and feet, pick up objects, hold objects, talk, do simple tasks and play the violin.

WHAT THE EFF.

This kept on for about 35 minutes then miraculously cleared up. No lingering effects. Doctor says it was unlikely to be a stroke because there was no headache and it all went away so quickly. Still, I have to make an appointment with a neurologist. I have much sympathy for stroke victims now, though - having no control over your body while being perfectly compus mentus is AWFUL and scary.

Thanks to everyone who left nice comments on Rachel's livejournal about this, good to know other people's friends will be curteously sad if I die the death. :D

Christmas Special: The Runaway Bride
-Donna Noble is an annoying woman with no self-respect. She's actually quite funny and bold and endearing. This may lull you into a false sense that she is a well thought out character, resist this urge. Good as a one-off. Like an unattractive whore.

Partners in Crime
- Donna Noble is now still an annoying woman with no self-respect, still trying to fix her life with men instead of... Oh I don't know... FIXING HER SHITTY LIFE. She is now desparately searching for an alien to take her away and is no longer funny or bold because she realised how shit she is at life and ignorance is bliss.

The Fires of Pompeii
- She swans about like a laddette, she gets kidnapped and rescued, she cries... It's DONNA NOBLE! Now having fulfilled her life long dream of being a sidekick, she proves to be absolutely useless with a side of whiney. Somehow convinces a wise old time-lord who has spent a whole episode stressing the importance of not changing history to CHANGE HISTORY by saving a family of doomed Pompeii residents - proving once and for all that stupid is contagious.

Planet of the Ood
- Donna cries. Get used to it.

The Sontaran Stratagem / The Poison Sky
- Was she even in these episodes? Oh right, her family (because they're so versatile, the Nobles) become stand-ins for an entire city due to budget reasons and we get to see how good Donna is at screaming and being worried about things. Partially replaced with Martha.

The Doctor's Daughter
- Still partially replaced by Martha, but since Martha has to go outside in this episode and grow as a person, we need another not-Donna. Enter the Doctor's clone, who works great. Donna goes off to knit until the credits or something.

The Unicorn and the Wasp
- Easily replaced by a wonderful Agatha Christie. Got to wear another period dress.

Silence in the Library / Forest of the Dead
- Sucked into a computer and replaced with a fun, intelligent, witty companion from the future. The writer, Moffat, teases here that she's gone forever. What a bastard.

Midnight
- Gone! Instead of choosing to go on an exciting adventure across an amazing and strange planet's surface, Donna chooses to get a facial. We get all the benefits: a wrinkle free episode without Donna Noble. At the end she makes a bad joke and is told to fuck off.

Turn Left
- Are you confused yet? After all this nothing, suddenly we are hit in the face with the idea that Donna Noble is THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON EVER. This might seem weird in light of all the evidence saying "She is just a temp from Chiswick", but fuck you, I bet you don't believe in rainbows either! It seems that if Donna had decided to go for a real job and attempt not to suck at everything, the entirety of TIME and SPACE would collapse on itself in an orgy of sadface. Luckily, she was able to- oh wait it was all a dream brought on by a magic space beetle.

The Stolen Earth / Journey's End
- In the final episodes of the season, Donna Noble realises her true calling: to eat the Doctor and get brain damage.

The more I read about atheist issues - specifically those related to deconversions and "coming out" - the more grateful I am that I never had any issues. There was never really a point at which I was a believer, however I did obviously have THAT CONVERSATION with my mother. Her response seems to amount to a general feeling of "worry". Presumably about me burning in hell. It's really her own fault for teaching me to think.

Anyway, there are some scary stories out there, and I felt I had to share this one with people just because of how incredibly messed up it is.

http://www.master3ddesign.com/Getting%20the%20Story%20Out.htm 

Christian love indeed.






Happy New Year!

But I do. On occasion it is fucking messed up shit. And then I give it to people I like. winzig got the latest piece I did because she rocks like a bag of cats.

Here it is. NSFW or taste.

I also drew a whole page of my new comic, which I will probably ink before the end of the week. We're so hardcore we CREATE over the Christmas break. Although now all I'm doing is watching Home Alone and talking to my friend Brooke who is not an 11 year old rape victim crack addict.

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Okay so my dad is pretty old. Like he's in the upper 50% of the average human age range. So he has what you might call "quaint" ideas about people from other cultures. I'd call it MILD racism, if there is such a thing. It usually boils down to little more than the occasional joke in bad taste or unfortunate commentary on, say, the driving skills of Asians. But he is an older gentleman, and the implication is that he grew up in THE OLDEN DAYS when things like that were the norm. Not RIGHT, of course, but common and accepted. And he's very stubborn about everything ever - ingrained cultural beliefs are hardly going to be an exception.

He also thinks long hair on men is gay. And gay is incorrect... or something. It's not totally clear. ANYWAY.

I often joke to my sister that she is turning into him. It's funny because it's totally true in every way. But I am less than thrilled that she seems to be showing signs of being crazy racist. She and her husband (and I have to stress that they are both lovely people with no other glaring horrors) have been joining a growing collection of patriotic facebook groups. When I say patriotic I mean bigoted, really. Giant stinking bigotfests complete with all the slurs and small-minded bull you would expect.

Example:

AUSTRALIA, Respect Our Flag. Speak English.. Love It or Leave It...

I told Laura ONLY THE TITLE and she burst out laughing. There's a clue. Patriotism is fucking retarded anyway. Congratulations on being born in a place. It must be awesome because you came out here. Wank off.

What has me confused is whether they actually believe the ignorant, terrible shite that is contained in these groups or did they just join out of some sort of misguided patriotic zeal? Generally my sis is a pretty intelligent person, so I am giving her the benefit of the doubt. But it's HARD when they align themselves with people who believe refugees are stealing white people's jobs/children/thoughts. I will confront her about this when I get the chance, but she has just had a baby. OBVIOUSLY A DODGE. Stupid baby doesn't even speak English. Get the fuck out of our country, baby!

Anyone else had to deal with bigot-leaning family segment?

Yesterday I managed to stab myself. Well, not stab exactly, more of a slicing I guess. I was chopping up some felafels to put in my burrito (because I'm exotic) and my giant chopping knife bounced off and planted itself right into my thumb. Pretty sharp for a supermarket-bought knife. Hurt. I do this interesting thing when I get badly hurt where I jump around a lot, manically, wind-up toy style. This quickly turn's Rachel's loving concern to FITS OF LAUGHTER. Not really what I'm looking for but I am just so hilarious. D:

Anyway, it went into the side of my thumb about 5mm (1/4 inch) and bled surprisingly little. Would have gone further but I have fingernails to avoid such nonsense. I made Rachel run out to the shops to buy bandaids and antiseptic. She left still supressing laughter.

I'm clumsy.

I feel like writing a gaming blog, because I have too much to say about games (my favourite non-human things) and nobody immediate to accost with this information who will actually listen/care. Hmm hmm.

My sister gave birth to a baby (thank GOD) boy at 5:02 (the time is important somehow?) on 03.12.2008. His name is Charlie William Bryant and he is probably huge. Because our family seems to promote LARGE BABIES. Not fat, mind you, just large. I myself was over 10 pounds. So I'm an uncle now, but I was also an uncle before because I have another sister who got in first. Not sure if I am excited or not. My general reaction is curiousity, as the scientist in me will be interested to see how a human controlled by my unusual sister will turn out in the end. Also babies are fascinating. Some would say this reaction suggests a form of detatched psychosis.

INTERESTING THEORY CHINSTROKE.

Ack fuck damnation it is nearly 1AM and I keep forgetting I have a job now.

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Hello GANG. There's an interesting new split in my marriage. It could tear apart the very fabric of our impenetrable relationship. I'm talking the kind of issus that DECIDES THE FUTURE.

Rachel prefers Jon Stewart, but I am a Stephen Colbert guy.

D:


We met Mimo (winzig ) of Toy Division the other day. You know, that comic where the Nazi children have sex and sometimes other things happen. Surrealistical. Talking with her made me want to make comics, except I have no way to do that until we get a house/apartment! We also came to the conclusion that she is far too cute and perky and she must be stopped at any cost.

Oh and there's THIS. Expect this to become a big deal or not. Eyeball it.

Really feeling quite awful today. Either I did something to my ears (got too much water in them?) or I am actually sick. Yesterday my ears kept popping uncomfortably and this morning when I woke up they had gotten LITERALLY 200 BILLION times worse. Felt like there was something trying to escape the sides of my head. I rushed to the nearest pharmacy and got some ear clearing medicals, which I used. This was a mistake.

After putting in the drops I started to get immense amounts of pain radiating from my ear. I don't know why, maybe they're so clogged that the chemicals had a noisy orgy cleaning it up in there. I don't know whether I should keep doing it for the recommended 4 days. It has gotten marginally better since then - after a lie down in my awful tiny hostel bed - but it still hurts and is impairing my hearing. IN MY GOOD EAR. I AM USING MY BAD (operated) EAR FOR HEARING TODAY. So I'm in a bit of a life sucks mood. Not helped by thinking "Have I not had enough problems with my ears for one lifetime?!"

Feeling woozy and a bit bleh now so I'm leaning further towards thinking I have a cold or something.

I wandered into #keenspace (the Comic Genesis chat room of infamous terrible, in case you didn't know) today and proceeded to get into an argument with some random nut. Of course this was deliberate, as anyone who knows me will realise. It was all very amusing and filled with snide comments - not from me this time! - and random crazy references to the military because soldiers are filled with mad, and ended with me being right because I ALWAYS FUCKING AM OKAY. But the topic was originality in creative pursuits.

Am I the only person who thinks this is important?! Sure, consumers don't, but they're all burnt peanuts floating in a pool of sick.

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Might be getting an interview for a front desk job at a University. Fingers crossed, as I'd love that (and by love I mean tolerate).

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I am totally obsessed with plotting right now, I've been doing it every night. My brain feels like it MUST PLOT this story no matter what. Trouble being that I have no quality control valve when it comes to story so everything gets through, and I have no Rachel to tell me if something is bloody stupid. Fighting urge to add more boom.

Nearly been here for a whole week now. It feels like a month! I had a big homesick day and hated everything and wanted to go home and have my own pillow and my computer and blah blah. Got over it I guess. Which is to say that I am GETTING over it to an extent. Still carrying on at least, going to job interviews and looking at possible housing.

Never underestimate having your own bathroom.

Had another agency interview this morning, for a call centre job telling people how awesome their insurance is... or something. Totally nothing near what I would want to do, but the pay is decent and the hours may be also decent omg. If I get it I'll take it. I can type at 46 words per minute with two fingers. I AM trying very hard to learn to type properly - this will be easier once I have my own computer again.

Have continued to do a lot of Vagrant character development in my spare time, so I actually have a 100% awesome cast now. I really need a drawing board. And I am somewhat regretting not getting into graphic design or something similar for careerz. But coding is still cool beans.

It's depressing that "light at the end of the tunnel" is a positive and hopeful saying. IT'S AN ANALOGY TO DEATH. Bloody Christians and their death fetishes.

Anyway, here we are still in Auckland. Not much to report today since all I'm really doing is looking for jobs. There seems to be a lot of stuff available in various different fields. I guess only (a hopefully small period of) time will tell how easy it will be for me to actually, like, GET ONE. Been applying to lots of reception-type jobs, for some reason I think those would be mildly cool. You know, aside from working in a candy and videogame quality testing jumping castle.

I have an interview (sorry, 'assessment') tomorrow morning. It's a job phoning people to remind them that they owe money, so I'd be like a phone-based standover man. It sounds *okay*, I mean dealing with angry and sad people isn't the most terrible job ever. But the hours are TERRIBLE. 12-9. Uck. That alone might make me not want to take it, but I'll go to the interview and try my best at least. I need interview practice so hard.

My internet cafe plays jazz.

HELLO LIVEJOURNAL

For those of you that don't know, I am currently in Auckland, New Zealand. Trippy business ey wot. I flew in on Friday afternoon and am here trying to get a job/house/can of soup to call our own. Rachel is still at home, and this makes me sad. She'll be joining me later on. In the meantime, here's a rundown of my exciting time in the wonderful and magical Land of Auck:

Day ONE

Got up at 2AM to be at the airport within the recommended 3 hours before takeoff. Emirates. I do not recommend them because their customer service is shit. Especially if you are an economy passenger. Flight was okay, I spent most of it watching episodes of The IT Crowd which I had never seen before or heard of until recently. Meal on-board was a surprisingly tasty chicken and potato thing. I left my vegetables because I'm a terrible boy. Didn't get sick on the flight (yay!) but I did get the becoming-quite-usual terror on the landing with every bump. Rachel has infected me with her fear of flying.

Landed in Auckland at 12:45 and proceeded through the monotony of customs etc etc. Bought a phone card and sat in the airport trying for ages to work it before realising I put the SIM in upside-down. Committed ritual suicide.

Once in the city I trudged all the way to my hostel which is smack bang in the middle of the Red Light District, but you can't win them all... especially if you're poor. I discovered that I get a double bed, a desk, a TV and a bloody heater! Very nice, almost makes up for all the junkies outside. Watched TV, spoke to Rachel, slept.

Day TWO

I discover that there is not much in the way of "window work" in Auckland CBD right now - i.e. position vacant signs in windows. Still, I have applied for a ton of things online which I will probably have to wait until at least a weekday to find out about. Completely missing home and computer and having my own space by now. Guy at the bus stop asked my advice on good rock bands. I told him I wouldn't have a blinding clue, he said I looked like someone who would know about that sort of thing. Maybe I should actually learn about wikid cool musick if I'm going to keep dressing like an awesome person?

Spent an hour and a half in an internet cafe where they play jazz. My seat had not lever so I had to log in as a midget.

Got food and ate it. Also missing having a proper private personal kitchen space. And milk.

Day THREE

OMG this is today! Refused to make a recursive joke. Moved on. Having a relaxing day today.

So like more excitement to come! If you're in Auckland (yes, you) you should look me up because I'm awesome and some might rub off on you.

My taskbar has vanished! And my browser has started downloading copies of links I click on instead of simply going to them.


THERE'S CHEESE IN MY SHOES.