Sunday, July 10, 2011

Trololord of the Rings

Hilarious...just... just hilarious.

Amplify’d from

Trololord of the Rings


Saturday, July 2, 2011

Why you suck.

Once again, Charlie Brooker is hilarious and insightful. Enjoy!

Amplify’d from

How TV Ruined Aspiration

Friday, June 24, 2011

Sorry I haven't been posting like, at all recently, but I pinky swear I'll post much more and regularly. Hold up your pinky finger to the screen. Okay? Now shake. There we go.

I'll do a full post on this in a few days but first off a tribute that the man himself would have been proud of:

RIP Random hero

Thursday, June 2, 2011


Sid Vicious is best forgotten;
Used heroin, spoon and cotton.
Killed by plunging,
his whore sponging,
seems he was the John who's rotten.

Stolen from this vlogger:

Sunday, May 29, 2011


First off, sorry for the sporadic posting, I've had my final exams over the last two weeks, but now that's finished I've got some time just to chill. My main thing I was going to say is that, I've been doing research into Universities in the UK, and so far I'm looking at doing either Philosophy or English Literature. 
The kind of grades I'll be looking at are around AAB/ABB/ABC at worst.
So far i really like the look of:
  1. Sheffield University
  2. King's College London
  3. Essex University
  4. Bristol University
  5. Aberdeen University
Would any people who are or have gone to uni pleas give me some advice? Both on any good universities, stuff to look out for, course information etc.

Thank you very much for any help you can provide :) 
Here's a cat to say thank you.

Thursday, May 19, 2011


Just a really quick post to say a huge thank you to everyone out there following me, commenting or even just looking at my page. I really never thought I would reach 200 views! Once again, thank you very much, I'll be posting much more content after my exams are finished.

Pinky swear!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Snake Quake

Hey guys my mate, Alistair Heath (Improbable Ideas) made this very simple but very awesome game on Game Salad. It's like a mix of Copter and Snake but is a lot more colorful with a range of settings and snake colors.
iPhone Screenshot 3

 Check it out, it's pretty cheap and it's supporting a good cause!

Monday, May 16, 2011


Exactly one week to go until my first exam. Mathematics C1. Wow. A-Levels.

It's quite weird looking back on your own life and realizing how fast a lot of it has gone. I remember specific moments in my life and thinking, "wow, i'll never be in Year 4" or "I'll never drive a car" or "I'll never drink alcohol" etc. Although this kind of post and trail of thought sounds rather self-fulfilling and makes me sound up my own arse just thinking about the fact that I'm growing up is rather hallowing.
(on a side note, best thing about Toy Story franchise is the whole idea of growing up, and forcing children to face the idea of mortality both in Andy and in the toys)

In under a month I will have finished my AS examinations and will be looking toward getting a job, looking at Universities, possibly a job, then onto the rest of my life.

Oh well, to infinity and beyond...

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Today I watched a programme on the Universe. It never ends well, it always ends up with me questioning my own fate, my own purpose in the world and really how truly insignificant we are in relation to the “bigger picture”. But then I ask myself, what is the bigger picture? 

Every single person on this earth calls it something different; it’s just your own belief. No, it’s not your own belief, it’s where you fucking stand, and it’s what you see. This whole world is an optical illusion with trillions of different viewpoints, possibly infinite, and every so often you might be lucky enough to glimpse someone else perception of reality, but you’ll mainly be stuck looking in on your own life. In the programme, it said how their will be energy in the universe, that is to say there will be anything alive at all for 1 trillion, trillion, trillion, trillion, trillion, trillion, trillion, trillion years. But it was something much larger than that.

I'll stick with Mass Effect 2

If you were to represent each year as a single atom, there are not enough atoms in the universe to show how long the universe will carry on for. I don’t know if that does anything for you but that shit fucking astounds me. There are civilizations a mere 2,500 years old who we have the mere remains of, their language, religion, art, music, lost to time. Where will I be in 10 years? Who will I be in 50 years time? Will anyone remember me in 100 years time? Will any human be remembered in 1000 or 10,000 years? If there is a God, he’s got a sick fucking mind. But, as I was saying, the fact that we even want to find out what will happen to us, that we, as a species, can measure out days and times and use hard mathematics to work out what will happen to us, to predict the future with facts is, well, it’s overwhelming. Nietzsche said that “God is Dead”. 

God isn’t dead, humans are god, and we are most certainly not dead.

Saturday, May 14, 2011


I'm not sure what to make of Brink. I can distinctly smell Team Fortress. No, scrap that, this IS Team Fortress. Numero dos to be precise, but regardless, TF. Don't get me wrong, I love TF2, but this just feels wrong. Splash Damage teamed up with Bethesda and, back in September, I was easily saying this was my most awaited game of the year. How time flies.

As i'm sure some of you have read, Brink has not been a game of the ages, nor has it been a complete bomb out (see Man vs Wild), it's a very mediocre game, with some interesting elements, but still rather bland. What is interesting is the critic's backlash to it. On Joystiq Brink was given a damning 2/5 and Ars Technica has just plain refused to review it, saying that they are tired of companies releasing shoddy code and waiting to see what to patch when the critics and fans complain about it.
This game WILL please PC Gamers (see Ars Technica)
I think this is the beginning for a necessary change in the Video Games industry. With games such as Call of Duty dominating the market, people have become so desensitized to terrible engines and bad gaming experiences it is starting to become the norm.

But many are predicting a new horizon. With this kind of backlash and with videos of Battlefield 3 being released, word on the street is, developers such as Activision are bricking their pants. I know I've gone off on a bit of a tangent but I'll summarize my feelings:

1). Disappointed at Brink. Especially the AI.
2). Seems critics are tired of dealing with this cack.
3). Watch It'll restore your faith in shooters.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Euro Millions

Last night me and my friend put ourselves down for the infamous "Euro-millions" lottery draw. With a jackpot of £84,000,000, everyone was doing the usual "what would you do" scenarios. And I got to thinking, why is it always the stupid people that win? Because, you hear about these people that win, blow all their money in a year, and then end up either homeless, on drugs or dead.

Someone should go up to them after they win and go "Put half of it away, just don't fucking touch it, keep living your life as normal just keep half of it". I would just save half, put an eighth of that in risky investments, another eighth into safe investments, take another eighth, put that toward driving, university, giving out to friends, treating them, family (£1 million to Mum and Dad) , and then spend the last eighth on whatever I want.

They say the Lottery is a tax on the poor and the stupid. I say it's a tax on the intelligent, for having to watch these idiots blow all their money on hookers and drugs...

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Mrs Rain

It had been a difficult year. The drought had destroyed most of the crops and they had to sack some of the farmhands. But some still stayed. Thomas and Jay had been there for nearly 6 years now and they didn't seem set to leave any time soon. It had been difficult for Sally but Tom and Jay had become like sons to her. She cared for them better than she cared for her daughter, but, to be fair, she had only ever wanted a son.
They all knew they wouldn't last till the end of the year. It was April, and no one was sure they could harvest before the money ran out. But still they stayed. Together. As a family.

N.B. A photo I found a while ago at a local antique store. On the back it said "Mrs Rain, two farm boys and Dom on the left"

The Journey of a thousand miles...

Well, this is my first post. I'm not really sure what to write about. I've got a whole bunch of short stories I'll be putting up, and then after my exams I'll start writing some more.

If you stumbled here by accident, apologies for the painfully bad quality; I'm sure, like most things, it'll improve over time. I'll just do a really short story I thought of earlier:

"This damn hill eh?"
She doesn't stop talking.
"I tell you, one day I'll give myself a heart attack"
She won't shut up. Do you not have a bloody filter on what comes out of that fucking mouth of yours?
"And it's blinking hot today, hottest we've had in years"
Tomorrow I'll tell her, we'll talk about it, heart to heart, talk better than we have in years. I'll wait till after Eastenders so she feels it's like a bloody game. And she'll cry and I'll try to console her, but then when, inevitably, she gets angry I'll grab my bag and head out to the Travel Lodge.
"You wouldn't believe what Tammy told me today"
Yes I can. She told you about her boyfriend. the one who can't keep it in his pants. The one that gets with every girl that catches his eye. The one that hits on people in front of her. And yet she still stays with him... she gets all that comes to her.

And then suddenly we're at home, and I have no idea how we got here. It's 5:47 and I'm watching some commercial about Febreeze and it's cleaning potential. I can hear her plodding around in the kitchen, kettle boiling. Must be the ad-break. This is the time, I'll do it now. I heave myself off the sofa. I look toward the kitchen and she's looking at me. No, that's not right, looking INTO me. There's something wrong, her eyes are misty and she looks like she canbarely sit down.
"Honey, we need to talk"
Oh god, I probably left a wet towel on the floor, or didn't take the bins out or left the toast in the toaster or something bloody pointless like that.
"I don't know how to say this, but..."
Wait, this isn't the usual mindless nagging, something's....
"I'm pregnant."