Dan_Dare

damn shame that. nobody deserves to go like that, not so young. kid on my road had that. can't even say for sure if he was past 10. don't think he was...

hehe. seriously though, guys right. this isnt the place for fanboys. i hear game faqs is good for that crap.

yeah totally. theres also going to be a new as-yet-unveiled super controler that contains a radioactive spider that is trained to bite and give you freakin super powers.

the power of love is by Huey lewis and the news, they did the bttf soundtrack. trivia point: when marty's band covers the song, the judge that stands up and says 'You're too loud!' is Huey Lewis. on the subject of summer of 69...get jukebox hero by foreigner. its so much better.

haha. thats class. add Hate To Say I Told You So by The Hives. its a classic and you knows it. also like to listien to idioteque by radiohead. lovelovelovelovelovelovelove that song!

good call man, good call. latest feel good goodness for me: This Boy. Franz Ferdinand Clor: Hearts on Fire Twist. Goldfrapp

this is truer, but i've played worse. hell, i've played snake.

GLEE! lettersletters

yeah, last night i was at frisbee training (indoor) and slipped up on the big dumb shiny floor. I landed on my right hand an i think ive pulled the muscles in the bottom of my third finger and it hurts like hell. right now i can only use my hand as a kind of paw as i cannot use the last two fingers and any slight movement = excruciating pain. Still, at least i get to watch a movie with a lady friend later. rawl.

i hate snow. bah humbug!

actually, alcoholism is a genetic fault so in many ways yes, it wasnt his fault.

on the liver topic, the NHS is planning to introduce psychologists to assess the risk of people failing to stay off the juice after a transplant. you cant really shit on the guy though, for all his behavior you have to remember that being an alcoholic must be living hell, especially when it drove best to the lenghths it did. i do pity him though, he was obviously incredibly talented and its a great shame.

ohh goodies. whatss your loot?

I Heart Huckabees was genius. i laughed very, very during that movie. the baloon bit was so awesome.

im just still up. been on a date, now im just chillin out and rubbing my eyes. need sleep. perhaps after This Charming Man..

I might do...thing is i have to plan and write my creative writing coursework atm so i dunno when I'll get time.

I present you with coolness. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liger

haha. you were born with guy...

not really, it came about by just thinking 'whats the most rediclious thing I can think of for those guys who dissapear into their sheds for peace and quiet.' =)

HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

sheeeeeeeeiiit.

this was a short piece i did for an english seminar last week, i hope you like it. Eric goes to the shed. A short story by Dan Phillips. He waited till she had gone out. Then he walked back through the house, his feet treading lightly on the beige carpets, his arms nimbly avoiding the hazardous gauntlet of wall mounted plates and assorted ornamental crockery that transformed his home into a non offensive display cabinet. Passing through his wife’s realm, Eric strode boldly into his own. The Garden. Eric knew what was what out here, it was where he spent his time relaxing after work or at the weekends. It was Eric’s space. Comfortable now, Eric headed towards his final destination, his castle amongst his kingdom, the last bastion of manhood in his home: His shed. Pausing to unlock the padlock on the freshly painted door he pondered his very suburban life. He’d moved down here 5 years ago when he had got the job of managing the local branch of a very successful model train manufacturer. Ever since he had been enjoying a comfortable lifestyle. No surprises either, which suited Eric just fine. The door swung slowly on its freshly and well oiled hinges. Escaping from this new opening was that smell which seems to accompany every single garden shed in England- a combination of hot, stale air, pine wood and a hint of motor oil. Inside the shed was a collection of particularly manly objects. Gardening tools lined the walls in an almost military fashion, rakes, strimmers, hoes and spades were all there, ranked and ordered by function, effectiveness and the all important factor of shiny. Casting an eye over his handiwork Eric could hardly stop his heart skipping a beat as his gaze fell upon his real pride and joy. His lawnmower. However, now was not the time for idle eyes and serious work had to be done. Turning to the centre of the room Eric passed the stereo by the wall and flicked the play switch. Seconds later the sounds of ‘hip to be square’ by Huey Lewis and the news was filling the shed and Eric got down to Business. The centrepiece of the room was a large model railway set up that had been a five year gift from the team at work. It was a spectacular piece with a steam engine that circled a large hill and passed through a quaint village on its way. Eric’s own customisation to the set up, however, was far more spectacular. Reaching over to the station controller, he twisted the small plastic man round on the spot in an incomprehensible series of counter and clockwise alternations. When he had done this, the whole table began to hum with a deep bass sound. Then, in an amazing way, the hill top opened up and a hologram began to appear over the railway! The hologram was a truly strange sight as the creature it displayed resembled a rather large, rather hairy slug with nine eyes, six tusks and a beard that, unbelievably, was actually better than Brian Blessed’s own incredible facial hair. Gazing down at Eric, the creature spoke. “ZWIP! WHAT HAVE YOU TO REPORT ON YOUR MISSION STATUS?†“All hail lord Mallazeuse! Overlord and master of the intergalactic zingmaheleon empire! The mission, my lord, has been a complete success, these earthlings may have defeated your old adversary Ming The Merciless if their history records are correct but I feel that they would only be forced to submit to our more powerful forces! “EXCELLENT WORK ZWIP! RETURN TO THE MOTHERSHIP IMMEDIATELY! OH, AND TAKE OFF THAT REDICLIOUS DISGUISE, YOU LOOK SILLY.†“Yes my liege, at once!†Eric bowed, turned off the hologram projector, and turned round. He looked at his shed one last time with genuine fondness and then climbed aboard his lawnmower. The machine promptly started to fly and then with a rev of the engine, Eric blasted off into the atmosphere. if the end reads wrong, i redrafted it this morning in a considerable rush =).

i like it. good use of colours and the character looks good. 8

i think he means direct sequel like say, half life.

monkeys, check. 7