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The Bard
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I am so unbelievably horny. I swear, I would actually go and rape my housemates if someone gave me a half a drop of rohypnol to work with. Really couldn't sleep, so I'm sat here drinking whiskey and coke, trying hopelessly to subside the conflagration that must inevitably result due to my having missed a fucking essay date. Oh, Jayseven, I found why I can't write, its nothing so novel as me being too happy or sober, it's just that I have to write about fucking Jane Eyre, and I genuinely can't think of anything more boring than Bronte...maybe other than Jane Austen, or the music thread (which by the way, is a perpetual greviance. I can't so much as come onto these boards without feeling that I really should write something incoherent and rambling about how FUCKING MUCH I WANT TO SODOMISE some of you with a meat hook for being such tedious aural...and well...mental reprobates. Castration.). I'm also out of fucking practice; the cutting remarks don't seem to roll off my fingers onto the page with as effortless proficiency as they used to. I guess it's adaptation; the idea that if you're exposed to something enough, regardless of how batshit stupid and aneurysm inducing it is to begin with, you'll eventually become accustomed to it. Probably why I can read some of the shit on this place without batting an eyelid; my brain has come to accept that ya'll are fucked. I think I'm becoming boring. Not that being an egregious, contrarian ass was ever particularly interesting to begin with, but it was MY thing. I feel as if I've been raped of my particular brand of idiocy. I need more whiskey, but all I have is warm beer.
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That scarf smelt like the most masculine thing ever. It reeked of booze, smoke and lynx lolol. It might not look like it, but this is me recoiling violently after a hit from the shisha.
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I'll bring the awesome to this one, got swindled out of the last one by a needy gf.
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I'm trying to write, but enthusiasm or something has just left me, my sentences just sound banal and run of the mil recently and my ideas barely string together with any sense of cohesion. It's fucking annoying, cause its usually like riding a bike for me, but I'm just so out of practice recently that its gonna take a while. Hmmm...anyone else ever have this problem?
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Yeah I watch Co-Op, its good but the thing is its nothing on the 1up show. I wasn't a huge fan of the main cast previously but what made it worthwhile was the appearances from people like Shawn Elliot and Scott Sharkey; now the conversation just seems uninformed, like if you and me played a game and talked about it into a couple of HD camera's it would result in something similar. But its alright, nostalgia is what makes it for me, and besides, its still the best gaming video podcast by a longshot.
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Are you shitting me? You have to be an unmitigated plebian not to love The College Dropout. One of my fave albums.
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Dude in the second was Jack the Ripper, but he didn't have his top hat on, which kinda made him just look like a twat. Girl in the third was ill, cba with costume fo sho. I well wanna wear that costume around london.
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Halloween bosh at the SU last night. Was pretty damn awesome. Enjoy
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Behemoth are actually fucking fantastic, and that sounds absolutely nothing at all like them. I call fake.
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Yeah, definitely, same here. I don't want to say its not "intelligent" music just because its pretty coarse and brutal, but it definitely has its purpose. And they can be badass to listen to on record provided you have a decent speaker system.
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Converge is just hardcore punk at its best, if thats not your thing, then thats fair, but theres nothing more exhillarating. You can listen to PJ Harvey and Iron and Wine all day long, but theres nothing like the virile sense of chaos you get with a bit of Converge or something similar. Hey, maybe testosterone just ain't yo thang. It certainly isn't happy music for happy people, but hey, we don't want to be stuck listening to Taylor Swift all day... I don't know if wit attrophies with age, of if you were born without any.
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Two brilliant songs which I consider to be my administration of industrial strength bleach to the musical drainpipe that is this thread.
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A GFW fan. Most excellent.
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Meh, 1up podcasts died with GFW Radio and Shawn Elliot. These days, genuinely intelligent, insightful and humourous banter is pretty rare, mostle due to the majority of the game journo collective being utter exhibitions autism-spectrum disorders. Tards, whose opinions are utterly unworthy of the virtual real-estate they occupy. Recently there has been this notion that the enthusiast press for games have the highest correlation of review score to product sales, which I can think of as only a bad thing. The point of a critic isn't to validate and reflect the average gamers fanboyism and flag waving platform patriotism, it's to inform public opinion and make it better. The only podcasts I really look forward to these days are Out of the Game and A Life Well Wasted. Rebel FM is also pretty entertaining as they're fairly typical game nerd types with a sense of self awareness.
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That show is lol.
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Which is the good thing about Isohunt and Daemon tools. Not that I endorse piracy in any way. I was fairly happy with the demo actually, but that could be because I've always had a love of Batman. I really would much have preferred it though, if it was in the same vein and art style of the original animated series. Perhaps like Batman Vengeance. I feel that with the current steroid enhanced game engine, and next gen sheen it's lost a sense of atmosphere that would have been better conveyed with solid colours rather than hues. BUT VATEVAR.
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Thanks man, you're great. I just feel the need to blame something you know? I thought he would always be around and whenever I felt like I could just pull that old friendship out and dust it off. He was a good, caring lad, and its a sad lesson. Its just too bad that all the good memories come flooding back when you know you can never experience them again. Thats all I really have to say about that. Thanks for listening Flink =).
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It's been a depressing day, and I really have nobody to talk to right now, so I guess my thoughts will have to go here. My best friend (or ex best friend, whatever), a guy who in my lonely 6th form days where I never got on with anyone due to a crippling case of depression, and, well, rage...I found out that he committed suicide a few days ago. The weird thing is that I loved that guy, in the way you love a manic depressive brother; you check up on him from time to time, see if he's ok, take him out for a few drinks, and thats about it. We kept each other company through hard times, and were pretty much inseparable for a while, until I went to university. He had dropped out of 6th form, after a suicide attempt. Thats the thing I never understood about that boy, he was tall, good looking, going to one of the best school in the country, training for the England olympic rowing team, was popular and had a great girlfriend. But he was miserable and hated his life. After that everything sort of disintegrated. He left his girlfriend, quit rowing, starting doing nothing but going to the gym and hanging out at Games Workshop. And I was secretly thankful, because I looked like less of a loser in comparison. The thing is...when term finished, we hung out once, and he was the same, and I had changed. I was more confident, and assured, and the dynamic that we had, sitting aroung in a bar trying to pull and bitching about life had changed. But I knew that I was the only person he had seen for months that he would consider a friend. I felt bad then, but nowhere how I do now. It's just a testimony to human callousness, how little we feel for the needs of others, even the people closest to us. I feel terrible, but I know its more because I know I will never see him again, never have the pleasure of his company, rather than because of his loss, or the loss of his parents. It frightens me, sure, to think that someone can do that, but that again just reminds me of the selfishness of emotion. I got the news while sitting with my family, and I kept myself composed, which is what I feel the worst about, when that poor boy has gone and taken his own life through sheer loneliness, and all I could think about was not embarrassing myself by getting emotional. Anyway, I needed an outlet, something to rant at. All I can think is that at least he wont be miserable anymore, and wont have to put up with shit friends.
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Job for a Cowboy make my puny brain explode. It's as if pure wanton aggression was actually a complicated emotion! Perfect for having somewhat intelligent musings with otherwise braindead metalheads. =p. Hmm, what else have I been listening to... Well it depends, lately I've not really been in much of a music kick, by which I mean I'm not really trying out new stuff, so whenever I'm in the need of a mood, i'll stick on Tha Carter III, or Crack The Skye. Also been catching up on Sarah Slean. She pretty good. Yes. Canadian singer/ songwriter, which is perhaps the most depressingly contrived of musical institutions these days, but you know, she does it all right. Bless. I don't know what it is, but I feel the ol Bard rage coming up for a bit of a music thread binge lately. Maybe a good lambasting is necessary. Of course, nothing short of pure carnage like rinisng the old putrid smell of bullshit from this rotting carcass of a thread with my verbal ammonia will be satisfactory. So I shall have to brood, and get back to you all, on why you are all so very boring. With the exception of a few. You know who you are.
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You've gotta be shitting me. I remember back when this shit was actually half entertaining. And then they brought in that dead fag and ruined everything.
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Finally up to 12 stone! Taken like 3 months of gymming during which much poultry and cattle were devoured. Hoping to get up to 12.5 to move up a weight class for boxing club next year =3.
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Who gives a fuck?
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http://limelinx.com/files/69ed65ce31d82f60b51f5096b5241441# Cool song.
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Unemployment beard '09.
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Hmm...might only be able to pop down for a little while...the girlfriend thinks I'm coming down to London to see her . I'll see if I can't get away for a while...or maybe even drag her along, besides I have told her various tales of my "internet aquaintances" =p. I feel slightly pathetic.
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