Sunday, November 8, 2009

bibuy

One good thing and one bad thing happened today. Saw my parents for an early father's day dinner, which was actually quite awesome. I didn't bring my dad a present, just told him that he should be aware that every day is father's day when you've got a kid like me. And then I made him laugh until he folded over and tears gushed down his cheeks, which was pretty nice. He doesn't laugh a lot anymore. It was like a chained corpse on the bottom of a lake coming free and blorping up to the surface. Except, not disgusting or rotting or dead. Or smelly. Well, not THAT smelly. He doesn't brush his teeth enough though, that much is true.

Bad thing: the only person I actually gave a shit about outside my family, got busted for drug smuggling. Not that I saw her more than once a year at most anyway, but she's not the kind of person who can handle that kind of sentence so I'm pretty worried about her.

Other than that, I've come to the conclusion that I've got nothing important to say, and even if I did it's not like anyone would give a shit about it anyway, so I'm gonna stop blogging. For now, atleast.

So.

This is StigmataHandjob, W564502460H, executive officer, last survivor of the commercial starship Nostromo signing off. Fuck you and goodnight.

Friday, November 6, 2009

weelleam <3

Change of plans, the loveling dog won't come over til next sunday. Which is probably good considering.

William säger:
maybe you'll be the harbinger of the zombie apocalypse
Shadow säger:
thats what im striving for
went to the doctor today they sucked pus out of my ears
smelled like a rotting foot
entirely unpleasant
William säger:
now you have something new to wish on your enemies hehe
Shadow säger:
so im gonna spend tuesday to friday at the hospital
haha yeah
William säger:
you guys have a quite decent socialized medical system, no?
Shadow säger:
yeah, you simply cant pay more than 100 bucks
unless its "unnecessary" stuff like my eye surgery
William säger:
did you get lazored?!?
Shadow säger:
yeah
William säger:
so awesome
now you can be a cyborg zombie
Shadow säger:
it hurt like shit for three days but man its worth it
first night i sat and stared at a shirt lying on the floor
completely absorbed with how the light fell on the wrinkles
and leaves man, i can see leaves on the trees, not just a big green bulb
it is teh <3
my eyes are so good i CAN SEE WHAT YOURE DOING
AND I DONT LIKE IT
William säger:
yes you do
Shadow säger:
STOP THAT
William säger:
it's totally natural

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

LOVELOVELOVE@#!



I've been so sick lately. I've slept for 31 of the past 48 hours. But today I got news that made all sickness seem utterly irrelevant. The gorgeous thing on the left is going to be my new best friend and roommate for two weeks starting friday. She's from a home for mistreated animals and I can't express how fucking happy and proud I am to have her entrusted to me.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

More boring and free advertising for awesome things: The Path.

You. Must. Play. This. Game. It's on Steam for 7€ and it's the best spent money ever.

Pasted from reviews since I can't be assed to write one:

"The Path is a strange, unusual, progressive and unique game, which may even be important for the industry and the development of the form in a handful of ways. It’s also so arty that it makes Braid look like 50 Cent: Blood on the Sand."

"The Path represents a prime paradox in the world of games. It is simple to play, but incredibly deep in its execution. It’s mystical, often perplexing, and more disturbing than pleasant."

"Mysterious, brutal and beautiful, this game tells a childhood story so dark it truly delivers the original spirit of the fairy tales, in all its grisly glory."

"This is the game that real gamers scream for at the top of their lungs. This is something new. This is what needs to be heralded from rooftops, shown to every new developer; when you bought FEAR or Doom, you didn’t know it, but that disgust on your face was you screaming “WHY CAN’T YOU BE THE PATH?!?!?!!”"

You're not getting away. Period.

Sunday, November 1, 2009