I detest Big Brother with a passion. This passion is unrivaled by man, nor beast. But I think whoever is behind the idea of Dead Set is somebody who I may end up worshipping. Honestly, the viral elements of this Big Brother ’spin off’ are very cool indeed. Right down to confirming your name and age to view a video only to be presented with the Big Brother diary room in a bloodied mess, one survivor remaining who writes,
“Help Me…”
And then proceeds to scrawl your name on the wall. It took me a few moments for me to realize that Gary wasn’t a character on the show, and was in fact me. However this was done, it is something which is immensely awesome to the degree of me highly anticipating the arrival of this. Not to mention it is going to be too damn sweet to watch Davina McCall get killed by zombies.
Sooner or later there comes time when everybody must reinstall their operating system. For me its a dreaded affair usually resulting in doom and lots of angst. This is the first time I have done a clean wipe and reinstall on my Mac, and it was on the cards for a while because I noticed my Mac performance slowly going down the tubes, ever since I installed Leopard in January there seems to have been a gradual degrade in performance. But the problems are nothing short of astronomical for me at the moment. Its almost as bad as the “Great HDD Crash of 06″ but with less loss of information. Everything is safely backed up. To my dismay though when verifying my hard drive on my Mac to be certain I needed a reinstall I discovered a big bad error that if left unchecked had a high possibility of frying my precious baby and causing some serious damage. So off I toddle to try and do a fresh install of Leopard, only to discover my Leopard disc (which has been out of its package once) is banjaxed. I tried to make it work, I really did but to no avail. I was left with the options of risking a fried Mac or reinstalling Tiger. So, Tiger it was. And its a scary future that is now laid before me. Its a difficult future of downloads, reinstalling my software and picking and choosing what bytes of data I want to repopulate the barren planet of Tiger OSX so they will have pretty babies and spawn sexy populations of music and pictures. Right now I am running all my music directly from my iPod and am hoping to acquire another copy of Leopard sometime soon- wish my luck, I am boldly going where I have never gone before.
The deepest recesses of my mind know no bounds. At least I would like to think so, such a shame I keep them locked up away from public view. Gah, raided the past two nights in a row and its been like= bambam pewpew in Black Temple. Still want to see Reliquary of Souls dead as a door nob. New patch reducing boss hp by 30% is gonna make things too easy but Varian Wrynn is the sex. Like literally the sex, if the best most awesome sex in the world was poured into a crazy good looking and uber pwnage persons body you wuld have something about 10% as awesome as Varian Wrynn is. And Jaina Proudmoore is now officially a twathole, there for a poke, the sleeeaaaggg!
Need some kind of intoxicant to suppress these insane urges to jam things in cakeholes of computer generated characters. Its unhealthy O_O
It appears that I awoke earlier and handed a CV to Game before snapping some pictures of a hawt Granny standing beside a sign. I was also rudely accosted by some gentleman looking money for premature babies or something. Kind of strange, although I am pretty sure being abducted and anally molested by a pack of ravenous rabbits hell bent of the destruction of human kind would be stranger.
But yesh, came home and knuckled down to get the basis of this blog done. It’s been on the back burner for, what in its mind, would seem like an eternity. Stored neatly away in the deepest darkest recesses of my server, scavenging for food, living in cardboard boxes and eating the unused bandwidth from my server so as not to inevitably starve to death. Now for something interesting =P
I could get used to this blog thing, I’m sure it will prove useful when nuclear war breaks out and its my only means of communication with the rest of the world. Unless the power goes out, then I’ll have to resort to using potatoes to power my machinery in a futuristic world where people are chased and hunted as game for wealthy cannibals toting blunderbuss (blunderbii?) and monacles.
Its such a shame that right now I have nothing better to do than sit here and type crud. I could be doing work, raiding with my guild or alternatively attempting to wreak havoc on the nearest person to me.