Monday 15 December 2008

6 days til Yule...

... and I've done sod all Pagan-wise pretty much all year.

This could also explain what's missing from my life. I know that I was a lot happier when I used to be with the other Pagans/Wiccans, doing meditations, practicing skills and even just generally hanging out with them!

I must vow to myself to be a "better Pagan" next year. I really do want to do more esoteric stuff, try to get more control over my mind and spirituality.

Fingers crossed, eh?

lolspeak; another way to celebrate stupidity...

Technically I think this should also go onto "screamingpan" as well because this will turn into a rant...

What the living FUCK is this "lolspeak" all about?

I did a search on Google images this morning for "mouse" and saw a picture from "icanhascheezburger.com"; one of these stupid effing "lolcat" pics...

Which got me researching (damn you Google!!) into the whole lolcat/lolspeak phenomenon.

And after reading through several posts and sites explaining what it all means, I'm still left with saying "What the FUCK is that all about?!".

Take this for example. These messages were left on icanhascheezburger.com against a picture of a ginger cat, not looking very impressed with a blue and white checked bow around its neck with the caption "DEATH... Wears a cute little bow".

And these are some of the messages;

"Lukk owt hyooman"

"We awl waitin foar new poastwif bayted bref!Toona bayted purrhaps?Happee nawt sekund to U!"

"Kittehz do nawt need eggstra dekurashun"

"an iz werrinGING HAM?? o yz, sumwun IZ gonna dii foar dis!!"

Is this what we get for living in a world where Teletubbies are allowed to exist? Several generations (I have checked some of the profiles and there are people in their THIRTIES typing like this) of society communicating in grammatically nightmarish ways?

And we wonder why kids these days are stupid? Try taking a look at yourselves...

Wednesday 10 December 2008

Schizoid







This game was suggested to be by Shiv, and I must say...

... it fucking rocks!!!!

Schizoid is a crazy, mad, brain-fuck cum motor-function fuckup of a game!!

The goal is simple; there's two ships on screen, one red and one blue. You have to "eat" the enemies of your colour whist avoiding enemies of the opposite colour. Sounds simple? Yes and no...

Admittedly I haven't played it that much, but what I have played I'm seriously impressed with. A very, very addictive game which will have you screaming in frustration, especially in Uberschizoid mode where you control both the blue and red ships.
If you enjoy games such as Rez, Every Extended Extra Extreme (E4), Feeding Frenzy and various others of that type, definitely download the demo and give it a go.

I think this is one that I will have to buy the full game of once I've got a bit of cash!

Monday 8 December 2008

*bend Vista over, insert Red Alert disc*

Really chuffed with myself. Managed to get Red Alert (the original version, non-XP or Vista compliant) running on a Vista machine!

Also managed to LAN up the Vista laptop and XP PC, did a bit of fiddling around and now got LAN multiplayer up and running! FUCK YEAH!!

Had my arse handed to me several times last night by Kaz (she's a RA player, I'm more Tiberian Sun), gotta get her back!

I'll update this post later when I'm back home and put links to the files and patches I used.

No more gChat for Mr Pan...

Just come in this morning to discover that the ports have been blocked again...

*sighs*

Getting bored of this...

Friday 5 December 2008

No more gChat for Mr Pan..?

... or maybe not!

I think... *looks over his shoulder, leans forwards and lowers his voice*

... I think they've opened the ports the chat channel uses... Shhh! Don't tell them!

*grins excitedly*

I'm finally gonna be able to interact with people outside of work within work!!!

:D

Monday 1 December 2008

Bowling, singing and pulling! (and "The Thrush")

Well it's been a funny ol' weekend.

Had le Fish over for the weekend (still there now!), been keeping him cheery and perky (attemptedly) after his breakup.

Been chatting, smoking, introduced him to Magic: The Gathering (and I think I've got him hooked) and went bowling as well on Sunday.

He said he doesn't bowl much because it's "boring". I think it's other people being pissed off at him being so good! His best round was:

Strike, Strike, 1 to half-strike, Strike, Strike, 9 and miss, Strike, Split 6 and 2, Split 8 and miss, 6 to half-strike and 3... Ended with 165 points (beat Kaz by 60 points and me by 100!!).

Then went back to Ruislip to pick up some of his stuff; had a nice journey there, lots of singing and catching the eyes of pretty ladies (sorry Kaz! lol [she already knows about this]), managed to get Gary to pull (with a bit of assistance ;-)), then went to his, he got his stuff, a bit of hanging around, and then the journey back - laughing all the way.

He asked me about whether I'd be a superhero or a supervillain.

Well it's obvious; supervillian. Far less responsibility. You don't see people going "Ooo Magneto! We're dying! Save us!" He'd meerly sneer at you before you die in your horrible epic-action way.

Which lead onto Superman; Superman is the world's bitch... Anyone's got any problems;
- "Superman! Superman! My cat's stuck up a tree!"
- "Don't worry citizen, I shall save it!"

And he has to do it. No callateral damage either.

Which lead on to Gary asking me what powers I would have as a supervillian. I first decided that I would be a god. Easiest thing to be, no complications. And how would I be a supervillian? Simple... I'd waste other superheros' times. Whilst they're trying to save a nuclear reactor from going critical, I'd give them a call (one of my powers is always being able to get in touch with the superhero I want to irritate) and say something like "Superman..... I've run out of milk... Go get some for me..." And my catchphrase? "No superpowers..." So Superman would have to WALK to Tescos, go and get some milk (obviously dressed as Superman) to only discover that because he's Superman and not Clarke Kent, he's left his wallet behind so he'll have to walk back to mine (or even better, beg!) to get some cash!

And this just went on and on and on, finding more ingenious excuses for wasting their times; "Batman........ I've run out of bog roll, can you get me one please?"
"Is it an emergency?"
"Yes! I'm sitting on the bog now!!! I neeeeed it!!"
"*sighs*"

And my supervillian name?


"The Thrush"...

lol...


-- EDIT --

I found a silly little Marvel Create-a-Superhero thing... Here's my first workings for "The Thrush"