themonkeysinboxescorp says:
I find the anticipation is better than actually playing it a lot of time

schevethelemonmonkey says:
anticipating what exaclty though?

schevethelemonmonkey says:
I mean I agree with you

schevethelemonmonkey says:
but you never get whatever 'it' is, and when you do it's not that great

schevethelemonmonkey says:
... kinda like sex

themonkeysinboxescorp says:
anticipating playing it, anticipating lvling, anticipating getting an item

themonkeysinboxescorp says:
sex is probably the worst for it

schevethelemonmonkey says:
god... we just compared WoW to Sex man

schevethelemonmonkey says:
we need help

themonkeysinboxescorp says:
in a negative sense it's ok
	

This site always lacks updates during the Summer period, I'd like to think it's because I'm doing better things but I'm not so sure that's true, I think I just like to sit and code (XHTML in this case) when it's fucking freezing outside. I had written a new layout (none of the links on it work) for this site at the start of June I just never got around to porting everything across and now I'm not sure I like it, hence why I'm updating on the 'old site', that and I can't be bothered right now.

I'm astounded by the apparent level of incompetance in whoever is dealing with mine and Max's references for our new flat, for starters they have you fill in a very inflexible form which doesn't allow you to give the information in anything but "I hope they get that this isn't exactly what they are asking for but it's how they can get it" way and they seem unable to ring the phone numbers we gave to get the information they need. Example: "Who's your garantors employer?" "The Government" "And what's their address?" .... or they own their own business and you have to put them down as self-employed, Jesus. Not to mention that their online account system which I had to sign up for crashed as I entered my details and then wouldn't allow me to log back in again, ever. Whatever happened to ringing people? The internet's a wonderful thing but it's got a time and a place and that's not all the time and everywhere.

I also got my exam results back the other day, they were fucking dire, and I now need 80% in my final year to get a first, oh and the person that failed me for my first failed exam ever is marking my MSci Project which is nearly 17% of my degree, joy! Amusingly my best mark was in the exam I turned up to on 2 hours sleep and on the first day of a two day hangover. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go write out a list of pre-requist subjects for my final year courses and well as all relevant papers for my MSci Project then attempt to learn them all in about a month.

This is a tale of computer woes, it's fairly boring, you have been warned. So my computer hasn't been so healthy, it was making odd noises, which was presumably (and accurately) a cooling fan catching on something. Unfortunately it turned out to be the PSU fan, which being inside the PSU I couldn't either see what was catching or get in to move it, so I just smacked it a little, tilted it this way and that, but unfortunately it didn't stop. I just tolerated it for a while (about 2 days) but eventually the noise and the thought it was probably fucking up the psu fan motor made me snap. Out came the screwdrivers, ignoring the big sticker saying "UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES OPEN THIS PSU" and voiding the warranty I opened up the PSU, to find... *drum roll* the resin that was holding the copper transformers together had melted into the fan! This was probably because the whole thing was chock-a-block with dust, I gave it a good blowing, snapped off the resin that had dripped down and reassembled it. Had a slight scare when my second HDD wasn't detected in start up and had to work out how SATA power cables worked, a short time later after plugging cables into the only holes they fitted into (I'm a genius) my computer was purring again. Here endeth the tale.

Today I had my first introduction to Ladder Theory (this is about sex and relationships, not maths or physics, so keep reading). I feel the need to tread carefully here, for reasons I shall elabourate, so I'm going state that I like it along with a little 'pre-defence'. This is because I'm aware that a lot people may have pre-formed opinions about Ladder Theory, and will disapprove because either they misunderstood what it was, or were misinformed by people who did i.e. were informed about it via a third party. I was lucky enough to stumble upon the original work, not the spawned ramblings and miscomprensions of legions of internet geek fans labelling themselves IWs (Intellectual Whores: see Ladder Theory) or misogynists (like the guy writing the foreword tbh). Being able to read it without preconceptions has allowed me to see it for what it is, a peice of satire, and as a peice of satire I stand by it completely and advise anyone (with a sense of humour obviously) to read it.

I was going to write a paragraph or too on the general nature of satire; how, in a nut-shell, you're not supposed to take it at face value. However I think to really appreciate satire, you just have to get it yourself. I love it, it's entertaining and thought provoking (often cynical too), but I get that some people don't enjoy it even when they understand it. This is possibly because if someone is stupid enough to take it at face value it can be seriously detrimental, but then again it wouldn't be satire if it wasn't! Well I'll leave it at that, although on a related thought I wish that generally when people had a problem with someone else's opinion they would go talk to said someone else and dicuss it with them more often, rather than being judgmental. Then again I wouldn't have been able to flesh out this blog with 'pre-defence' if that was the case, I'd have just posted a link.

I only just figured out what it is Leia says to Han in episode IV when they get back from blowing up the death star. I must have seen that film well into the double figures, and only tonight have I finally figured out what the hell that screech was in words, perhaps it was the enhanced sound quality of the DVD version that allowed me to pick it out. Anyone that hasn't figured it out, I'll not spoil it for you.

Gold Bikini

In case anyone mistook my earlier short entry to be about the Virginia Tech massacre, I thought I'd point out that it was in no way related and was general cynacism. I don't think much can be said about what happened in Virginia, it's a tragic waste of life but an almost predictable consequence of depression (especially in an enviroment such as a university which similarly to cities can be extremely lonely places) and a country where it is easy to legally obtain firearms.

Watching how the news stories about something so serious were made as almost always made me angry at the Media. The BBC trying to put fear into the country suggesting it could somehow happen here, like he ease of obtaining handguns is even comparble between our countries, and ITN trying to suggest it was the police and law enforcement agencies fault that this happened because there was over a two hour delay between the inital double murder and the massacre. So apparently the vast majority of murders are followed by a killing spree, so obviously the police should have shut down the whole university. Fucking Media...

I've taken to printing out motivational propaganda in as large a size as can be fit on an A4 side and posting it around my room. I just wonder how it'll come across if anyone I don't really know comes into my room, I might come across as a little insane. However the chances of that are so small I'm going to leave them up.

I've noticed that over the last 3 years I meet far more people in the lead up to exams, which is a shame because then you've got hardly anytime to talk during exams and then it's deadly 4 months of Shropshire (for me at least). Maybe that's the reason I do meet more people, haha. My new camera got it's first proper outing on wednesday for Nikki and Hiral's little graduation party. If you've got a facebook account you can take a look here. First exam is next week (the rest are two weeks after easter thankfully) so I'd better go do some of this fabled 'revision'.

I'm trying not to fall into one of those "what's the point in anything" moods because of watching that film last night, but I can't but help thinking "What is the point in anything anyway?". So far I've come up with three possible answers:

One there is a point I just don't know what it is.
(In which case I should keep thinking).

Two you decide what the point of your life is.
(So I just have to keep thinking to decide what I'm going to make my point).

Three there is no point.

I should probably mention that I actually like these not quite depressive moods, they help keep things in perspective, although that then begs the question; what is the 'correct' perspective to have if there is one at all? Whatever the answers to these questions I also think it would be a good idea if I did the comprehensive questions for my tutorial tomorrow.