Oh man, this one's a doozy.

Right, bitches. It's time to talk about blogging. Like some kind of meta-blog, you might say. Only you wouldn't say that, because you're not a pretentious twit, am I right?

Point is, the way I see it, there are three kinds of bloggers. Those that update frequently with every little detail of their lives; those that update occasionally, but they are either interesting enough, or humourous enough, or some divine combination, that 'occasionally' is enough; and those that don't blog at all, and when they do, it's daft/pithy/whinging/dull.

Now, a lot of my friends (I'm looking your way, Silvy) will immediately try to guess who I'm talking about, if I'm talking about them, is this just a really inefficient way of saying "OMG LOLZ SUCH AND SUCH SUCK DICK"? But I assure you, it's not. I'm really not saying any of this with anyone in particular in mind. So if you think you're in a category, you put yourself there, not me. Frankly, I'm just frustrated with the blogging community in general, and their lack of updating! Of course, there are exceptions, and if you blog well, and with frequency, you are excused, and may go. But the rest of you? "I must not be a shit blogger" 50 times in the backs of your books.

There was a point in there that I didn't actually address. Maybe the astute ones who can read between the lines will pick it up. Maybe it's not even there for them. Maybe I should've thought about what I was writing a little better. The point is, there are more important issues to discuss.

Namely, the greek-spanish conflict.

Since the beginning of time, the Spanish have been patrolling the limits of their borders, flexing their muscles at the mighty Greeks, whose borders have been closed to all outsiders since their two cities decided this 'nation' business might be worth a try. Until the advent of flight, the lands of the Greeks were a mystery, and the Spanish had to content themselves with scuffles with other nations of the super-continent, most often the Babylonians. The Spanish grew in power, however, and as the Greeks continued to exert their power over the French, Persians and Babylonians and extract thousands in tribute, the Spanish began to resist. There came a day, finally, when High Priestess Hippolyta realised that Icy Isabella was no longer cowed by her power. She still had the other nations under her thumb however, and they continued to empty their treasury to satisfy her. She soon began to regret not crushing the puny Spanish while they had been crawling in the dirt in their animal hides, and the mighty Greeks had already been flourishing.

While ostensibly friendly, due to the influence of the United Nations, empty threats were subtly exchanged between the two super-powers, and they knew that one day, the threats would not be mere rhetoric. In the early 1900s, there finally began a contest to decide who was greatest nation. This struggle did not occur on any battlefield, though, but in the void above the Earth, as the Space Race began. Babylon and France made their own attempts at the race to reach Alpha Centauri, but as expected, the real combatants were Icy Isabella and the Great Hippolyta. The gasps of the friendly nations were heard as the S.S.S. Isabella launched many years before the Greeks were due to begin their own space flight.

The Greeks battled on however, and lauched their own spacecraft, with 100% chance of success, though years too late, it seemed. In the years after the launch, the Spanish took on a more aggressive persona, and began to strike down peace treaties between the other nations that had existed for thousands of years. It was as if they foresaw the defeat that was to come. The final chilling transmission from the Isabella, beyond the reach of any that could help them, reached the Earth. The Spanish had been to hasty in their desire to attain superiority over the Greeks. The G.S.S. Hippolyta crew observed a moment of silence as they passed the wreckage, on their way to victory.

Icy Isabella still seeths in her fine palace as she continues to beat out her frustration on the smaller nations. The Great Hippolyta stands strong.

And that's the story of how I beat the crap out of Civilisation II, bitches. Damn Spaniards, think they can beat me. Theys wrong, they is! All hail, The Mighty Hippolyta!