Is.. is that a real title? ... No.

What up diehard fans? I was so pleased with the record 9 comments! And only ONE was mine! Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder. But yeah, this is still my first update in a good long while. Apparently Tom does a decent impression of me! No cookies for anyone!

Which is fortunate, really, since I ate them.

Truly, Perth is the most wonderful city this side of the fabled Atlantis. It agreed with me in a big way. Except when it didn't, but I punched its teeth in and made it see "my point of view".

Also, I met Tim. Best anyone ever. Ever, I say.

Sorry 'bout the lack of updates, but I haven't been able to think of anything much to say. I still can't, but the babysitting parents have disconnected the TV in fear of their children watching too much. Now all they have to fear is the babysitter walking out early in boredom. And the subsequent kidnapping, I suppose. Point is, it leads me to update, as the lesser of two evils. The other evil being sacrificing some nearby children to any deity that's listening, for some TV.

I only miss TV on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Honest. Coz there's nothing much to do here but watch TV. I miss House! And its formulaic but always (*cough*) suprising plots!

Wow! Macs have an F13, F14 AND an F15! I was pretty sure most keyboards stopped at F12. Mac, you crazy dawg. What do you need so many F keys for?

See, most people would make a comment here like "Oh wow, I really am bored." But I'll give my few readers more credit than that. You know I'm bored. But you also know I like to give random ideas or objects a great deal of thought they don't need. I'm like the English class you flunked! And so, back to in-depth keyboard analysis!

Parents = Melbourne.

Thats right, if at gun point I was asked to choose between the annihilation of Melbourne and the death of my parents, I would consider them equal.

No no, my parents are in Melbourne. Or, outside Melbourne. At some point between Melbourne and Sydney, I imagine. What I'm trying to say is that I'll probably have the house to myself for at least another day, perhaps night. We should boogie like its 1999. Or I can be at home alone all night in the dark and scary. You don't want that, do you? Didn't think so.

So yeah, public transport. In Westleigh. Shit. House. I've tried a few times to get a bus to Hornsby station lately, in order to get trains elsewhere. But after sometimes nearly an hour of waiting, its become apparent that random friends I know with cars are more likely to come past bus stops than actual buses. Each time I'm waiting for a bus that doesn't come, someone I know comes past and offers me a lift. Brilliant! But what does it say about Westleigh buses? Very little, actually, but it says enough.

Pick up your game, Shorelink! Or I'll buy a car!

Wait up, kids. I gotta go put their lights out.

Is anyone else at all horrified with the constant allusions to violence against these children? I think I need therapy. But really, I love these kids. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Especially not me, I'm a raving lunatic sometimes. Hee hee.

I hung out wid mah bro in Chatswood this afternoon. That was great, I haven't seen him in a while. And it was random too! None of this forcing him to come over or anything, he just plain offered. Good times, good boy.

Alright, alright, and my final rant tonight will be about... dun-du-DUUUN! Wing Commander. Games vs Movie.

Now, I'm fairly sure that no-one else is at all interested in WC, let alone my thoughts on the matter. So feel free to switch off now. But know that I'll hunt you down and slowly devour your stilll beating heart, in the true Kilrathi way, if I ever get proof that you did.

Point is, I grew up a Wing Commander fan. Wing Commander, for those interested is a series, 1-4 and a few spin-offs, of games that were mostly flight simulators. The last two games were meant to be next phase in gaming, something they coined, the 'interactive movie'. It starred people like John Rhys-Davies, Malcolm McDowell, Luke Skywalker, and that guy from the Back to the Future movies (an obscure one, not whats-siz-face). Anyway they were fabulous games. However, in 1999 Chris Roberts finally made the leap from 'interactive movie' to 'actual movie'. And all they could pull for THOSE were Whatsit Prinz Jnr, Saffron Burrows, that guy from Scooby Doo, and the guy who voiced Irenicus (10 pts if you understand that too.) Oh, and Poirot. I heart you Poirot! Anyhoo, in my opinion they completely fucked up a concept that gave me years of innocent pleasure as a child. Ok, so obliterating ships and introducing their occupants to the harsh 'realities' of space isn't entirely innocent. But it wasn't porn, and it wasn't drugs. Point is, they mixed and matched parts of the game to their liking, not only in terms of characters and story, but of the very universe as well. The Kilrathi, once a proud empire of catlike warriors are reduced to green, vaguely lizardman/vaguely feline blurs.

All in all, it was a shit movie. According to most people, WC-veterans and virgins alike. They could've made a lot more money by making a movie with as many of the game actors as they could pull (Hell, I'm sure Mark Hamill has nothing better than Star Wars conventions to do these days) and sticking to the concept universe we hardcores know and love. But no. Noooo, Wankers.

Anyway, sorry 'bout the ranting. It means a lot to me. My childhood, murdered. By groceries, just gone!

Adeiu, my loves! Adeiu! Forget-me-not!

Caught in a Web - Dream Theater

Woo! I'm back from Perth. It was pretty and I appreciate their approach to public transport.

Yesterday I went shopping with Tom. OMG he's so dreamy, unfortunately for him, I got swept off my sandal-clad feet by someone over the hills and far away. But anyway the point seems to have exploded here. Tom can't shop to save himself. Like.. if he had to find the bomb shelter department.. or something. Yep figure that out.

But yes, we tried jasmine-tea icecream and he got pants. And there was much rejoicing.

I sat in on a class with Kathryn the other day. I discovered at this point, or possibly earlier, that my ex-lecturer is getting on a boat and just sailing away. I presumably know, but have not made it clear when this will be happening! I apparently admire this course of action! Woo! Things!

Kath and I met up with Tom and Mitch for lunch that day. We watched that magnificent geyser thing and completely ignored "Macfest". Mitch has been in england for quite a while (just like everyone else) and is still intensely friendly despite of it. Ooh burn england. Wait. What?

I'm thinking of going to Melbourne with m' pa to get a car. The actual story of which eludes me at this moment. But yes! Melbourne! I hear it's... city-like. Last time I spoke to Tom I told him I had not decided. Though this may have changed since.

Asute readers get a cookie.

PS. Hentai.