gaggle64

We were asked to write a poem based on a number of different stimuli and elements - some memories, something from outside, what we think is important to us, an outline of our hand, stuff like that. Yesterday afternoon I started writing, then I sort of blacked out for six hours. When I came too, this was on my screen. Not so much a poem, more a general outpouring of just... stuff. All kinds of stuff. I feel much lighter now for some reason.

I think it's worth pointing out that he was not running. He did not vault the barrier. He was not a terrorism suspect. He was positively identified several times that he was not the suspect they were charged with following. He was followed covertly all the way down and into the train by plain clothed officers. No order was given to detain him. Despite this, a "code red" was given to firearms officers by ops. He was sitting down when they shot him. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_depth/629/629/7073125.stm

I think "endangering the public" is a god damn poor excuse of a conviction for killing an innocent man because the surveying officer was out for a piss when he left the house.

I'm finding actually it slightly freaky the vastness of the 360 compared to my dainty little Wii. It's what I imagine putting the pyramids of Giza next to a suburban semi-detached would look like.

When I was younger, I used to have this horrific recurring dream about these shapeless daemons armed with knives cutting me and tearing up my organs. I can still remember them as if I had seen them in real life with my own eyes. My mum said that I was always screaming in my sleep but couldn't wake me. I can remember desperately trying to wake up from them, sometimes being able to feel myself clutching things and hitting myself against my bedside table, but I could just never wake up. I started developing a weird paranoia of the wrinkles in the duvet, I was so afraid they might turn into the creatures and tear me apart again. One day my mum just put me in the car and took me to see this preacher for blessing. He just laid his hands on my head, said a quick prayer and that was that. That night I had the same dream, but this time everything brightened and they just faded away to nothing. I haven't dreamed about them since. Not even once. Incidentally, I don't think I'll ever be willing to totally disregard the spiritual world. I often feel like Scully from the Xfiles - I don't believe, but I cant explain it any other way.

It's faintly ridiculous how much packaging I have lying around right now. It was a fight for survival just getting to the controller. I had to carve it free with a butcher knife.

I spent just under £400 on video game paraphernalia today. Good grief. Worth it mind. That should keep me occupied for a while.

gaggle64 | gaggle364 If you please.

Whoo! Finally got everything I need. Now to set this bitch up... <20 minutes later> God-damn packaging. Diiie! <40 minutes> Gezze, finally. I think I'm online now. gaggle 364. Bloody Live account doohickys.

No matter how many warzones you fight in, there are never ever any civilians around. Either that or the entire population happened to be employed by the army. Including their pets and children.

Weebl, Bob and Weighted Companion Cube. http://www.weebls-stuff.com/wab/cube/

Almost all barrels explode, regardless of what may or may not be in them. Furthermore, enemies just love to gather round the ones that do. Also crates. You always end up pushing massive crates around the place, which are invariably everywhere - even in peoples houses, up mountains, trees and sometimes just out in the middle of nowhere. Why crates? How many crates do you ever push in real life? What did crates ever do to you to deserve this?

I think if I can finish top of the two other new teams I'll call that a success.

Calm your beans. I'll add everyone once I get it in and set up and what have you. The store said their next delivery wasn't for a couple more hours.

8/10 Wins big bonus points for it's tongue in cheek attitude.

Happy Birthday Marshy.

One show that's amazing at the moment is Yugioh GX. Not only is it so awful it's amazing, you're not likely to see such a rich seam of homosexuality on TV outside of Queer as Folk reruns.

Now now, we've discussed this: Wii for iconic and original gaming I will remember for the rest of my life; 360 for speed, tits and violence. A full and balanced gaming diet.

Just one of many I reasons I hate ranks, levels, gamer points and just about any other perceived numerical system to define a player's "skill" that's ever been added to any competitive game of any kind on any system, anywhere, ever.

Everyone's feeling a bit emotional as we enter the winter months I see. I sometimes wish I had a bit more emotional input and output. I often feel like a robot, just generally getting on with things happily enough and never really wondering why or what for. Life can get a bit mundane sometimes.

I love the way you make it sound like that's the specific feature you've been absolutely dying for these pastyears.

Yay! Finally, I got my student loan came in today. Headed straight to the store. Unfortunately they were out of the Forza-Controller bundles, so I'm going to head back at 4 and pick up the full package once they've had their delivery. Grabbed a clutch of pre-owned titles while I was there in preparation: Crackdown, GRAW2 and DOA 4. Sexcellent.

If you can appreciate smexy ninja-ladies and ninja-gents kicking six shades of what-have-you out of each other, you should definitely give it a go.

Powerpuff Girls were 110% awesome. What the hell they were thinking with that crappy anime version I'll never know. I also still like Watch My Chops.

Ok day, just getting on with college and stuff. Feeling a bit tired this week, must be just the winter blues. I hope my student loan finally gets in tomorrow, then I'll have my day off with a brand spanking new 360. I at least want it by the end of the week. Come on SLC, whats your game? "Confirmation of attendance" and all that bull.