I step into the kitchen, and the door rolls closed behind me. Bending down, I turn the switch on the wall socket, connected to an extension cord which leads to a powerboard which leads to a computer, an Internet router and a printer. Three connections working harmoniously to provide a simple experience, one which we take for granted.
I straighten up, and take a step forward. I turn out the lights, then turn to my right, drinking in the darkness. Walking forwards, I open the heavy, sliding-glass door and step onto the threshold.
I pause.
The moon is bright, shining through the window of the "Queensland" room, one of those half-indoors, half-outdoors deal. The silence is complete, every other occupant of the house asleep long since.
Galvanised, I step forward once more, turning to close the door behind me. I click the switch for the powerful outdoor spotlight - off, on, off, on. The intelligent, programmed light circuit switches to sensor and I continue, satisfied in my knowledge that it will switch off once I have passed.
I remove the broom, propping open the outside door of the back room, then step into the night air. Crickets chirp and cicadas buzz. The door swings ajar, until I supply a final sharp pull, in order to bring it fully closed. I walk across the patio, and step onto the grass.
I walk the length of the sloped yard, weaving and sidestepping presents from the dog, canine leaving which are to be left well alone. At length, the sanctuary of my bedroom, the converted garage, is attained.
Entering, I survey the clutter. A guitar amplifier sits just inside the doorway, its companion the guitar resting across the armrests of a chair which serves as a table, a broken string dangling from its slender frame. The floor is strewn with clothing; some dirty, some clean, but the two categories ever indistinguishable from one another. A wooden acoustic guitar sits in the corner, propped against a wardrobe, well loved and well maintained.
The bed, the goal of my quest, sits unmade, surrounded by the clutter of my seventeen-year-old, teenage boys bedroom. I pick up the small device, charging its battery from an extension lead, and begin typing. My stream of consciousness is intermittently interrupted by the sharp, high pitched beeping of the smoke detector, announcing its need for fresh batteries to the world. Finally, satisfied with the nights effort as a wordsmith, I set my alarm and switch the device off. It's after midnight and I need sleep; tomorrow is Monday, after all. I close my eyes and slow my breathing, relaxing myself to counteract the sound of the smoke detector.
Beep.
Silence.
Beep.
Silence.
Beep.
Silence.
Sleep.
And there you have it. The cumulative efforts of a Sunday night spent writing. Feedback, comments, criticism. Whatever.
Cheers,
Chia
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Creative Writing Part 1 - Description
So I was going to bed last night, and started writing in my head. This is the end result...
The soft click of a round, plastic button, triggered by a long, slender thumb with ragged fingernails and quicks gnawed to the flesh. Images fade, colours turn to black.
A metallic ping, as the tiny spot of green incandescence flicks to red.
Silence. Warmth radiates, permeating the air.
The snap of a wall socket switch, halting the flow of the invisible, intangible, ineffable yet deadly power. Soft footfalls, muffled by carpet and a light tread; one, two, three. Four? A sharp click, the sound of a light switch.
A sudden loss of ambiance. Shadow prevails.
The low, rumbling rattle, as the wooden door rolls along its track, juddering and shunting. A hollow thonk of wood on wood.
Silence.
Darkness
Perfect.
So, what do you think? I'm about to type out part two, more of a narrative sort of thing.
Cheers,
Sledgehammer
The soft click of a round, plastic button, triggered by a long, slender thumb with ragged fingernails and quicks gnawed to the flesh. Images fade, colours turn to black.
A metallic ping, as the tiny spot of green incandescence flicks to red.
Silence. Warmth radiates, permeating the air.
The snap of a wall socket switch, halting the flow of the invisible, intangible, ineffable yet deadly power. Soft footfalls, muffled by carpet and a light tread; one, two, three. Four? A sharp click, the sound of a light switch.
A sudden loss of ambiance. Shadow prevails.
The low, rumbling rattle, as the wooden door rolls along its track, juddering and shunting. A hollow thonk of wood on wood.
Silence.
Darkness
Perfect.
So, what do you think? I'm about to type out part two, more of a narrative sort of thing.
Cheers,
Sledgehammer
Monday, October 25, 2010
...And Life Goes On Redux
Song that describes how I feel - El Manana - Gorillaz
Earworm of the Day - Fire Coming Out of the Monkey's Head - Gorillaz
Greetings from Planet Earth!
Well, another period of time passes, and again I find myself bored enough to want to publish another chapter in my life. Not too much has changed this time around. But then again, perhaps it has. I feel as though I've entered into a somewhat more contented phase of my life, now that the emotional turmoil of the previous months has died away.
Some things haven't changed. I'm still this more serious analogue of myself, introverted, contemplative and contented, but not quite glowingly happy. I'm still working at Macca's, still volunteer for the Jets. Still telling people to let me know if they want a free pass to a game, I'll set it up for them. Still have all my friends. Unless they're not telling me something.
Some things have changed. I'm in a band now. Sardonica. The four of us are cranking out tunes like nobody's business, and our EP is in the works. So that's good. Creative expression is a fairly good thing to have, and this might even open up avenues for side-projects down the line. Watch this space.
I entered and exited yet another relationship with alarming speed. I feel terrible over the way I treated her, but I realised in the process that I'm not as ready for a relationship as I thought. I think I did the right thing in ending things early, so as to cause the least possible pain for everyone involved.
As most of my readership will know, I've entered into year 12. Hell, most of my readership has entered into year 12. I'm not sure whether anything much has changed yet, but I've no doubt it will by this time next year. Good grief, I dread those exams. But I feel sure that when the time comes, I'll feel as if I've prepared as much as I reasonably could have.
And so it is that another chapter in the story of the Sledgehammer is brought to a close. I hope you've enjoyed reading about what it is to be me, perhaps even enough so to want to learn more. For there is much to be learnt.
Come, gather round children. I'll tell you a tale, about a boy that lived in the early years of this millennium, now lost to the sands of time...
Goodbye for now, from your pal
Chia L'étranger.
(Ch-EYE Lay-tron-ZHAY)
Earworm of the Day - Fire Coming Out of the Monkey's Head - Gorillaz
Greetings from Planet Earth!
Well, another period of time passes, and again I find myself bored enough to want to publish another chapter in my life. Not too much has changed this time around. But then again, perhaps it has. I feel as though I've entered into a somewhat more contented phase of my life, now that the emotional turmoil of the previous months has died away.
Some things haven't changed. I'm still this more serious analogue of myself, introverted, contemplative and contented, but not quite glowingly happy. I'm still working at Macca's, still volunteer for the Jets. Still telling people to let me know if they want a free pass to a game, I'll set it up for them. Still have all my friends. Unless they're not telling me something.
Some things have changed. I'm in a band now. Sardonica. The four of us are cranking out tunes like nobody's business, and our EP is in the works. So that's good. Creative expression is a fairly good thing to have, and this might even open up avenues for side-projects down the line. Watch this space.
I entered and exited yet another relationship with alarming speed. I feel terrible over the way I treated her, but I realised in the process that I'm not as ready for a relationship as I thought. I think I did the right thing in ending things early, so as to cause the least possible pain for everyone involved.
As most of my readership will know, I've entered into year 12. Hell, most of my readership has entered into year 12. I'm not sure whether anything much has changed yet, but I've no doubt it will by this time next year. Good grief, I dread those exams. But I feel sure that when the time comes, I'll feel as if I've prepared as much as I reasonably could have.
And so it is that another chapter in the story of the Sledgehammer is brought to a close. I hope you've enjoyed reading about what it is to be me, perhaps even enough so to want to learn more. For there is much to be learnt.
Come, gather round children. I'll tell you a tale, about a boy that lived in the early years of this millennium, now lost to the sands of time...
Goodbye for now, from your pal
Chia L'étranger.
(Ch-EYE Lay-tron-ZHAY)
Monday, September 6, 2010
...And Life Goes On
It's been 5 months and 11 days since last I posted. It doesn't seem like an enormous stretch of time, but let me assure you a lot can happen in such a seemingly innocuous duration. I feel as if I am an entirely different person. For the most part, I am a lot more sombre than I once was, although outwardly I may appear just a spontaneous and happy-go-lucky as ever. I weigh decisions more carefully in my mind, and more completely consider the full ramifications of my actions on myself and others. I am, for want of a better phrase, not the person I used to be. This has not been a simple transformation. It has been the culmination of many contributing factors and forces, acting over time.
First and foremost, is something which I, admittedly, have struggled to come to terms with. I am speaking, of course, of that which I have not openly spoken of thus far. I am speaking of the separation of my parents. After years of fighting and arguments, my parents decided it would be in everyone's best interests that they live apart. I has been approximately two months since that event, and the turbulence is beginning to die away. Having said that, the turbulence has appeared to die away a few times over the past months, only to reassert itself more and more forcefully. We children have coped to varying degrees, and in different ways. Personally, I have kept my emotions holed up within, and only expressed them when they became too much to bear. This is part of the reason I am blogging this entry now, the other part being that I feel as though you, my readership, deserve the insight into my life you are promised by this blog.
But alas, there has been another source of emotional turmoil. Some time ago now, my relationship with Emily came to a close. By the time I realised anything was wrong, it was well and truly too late to turn anything around, but by no means do I accept responsibility for the breakdown of our relationship. I was unhappy with her decision to end it, but respected it, as I felt was right to do. We haven't spoken since, so I don't know how she feels about the situation and I suppose I never will. Just one of those things, I suppose. After an admittedly too short intermining period, I started what was to be my shortest relationship of five (yes, five). This short-lived fling was with someone whose name I have chosen not to reval, for personal reasons. She made a certain choice that went against my moral standing, and so I called the whole deal off, at which she became somewhat offended. Unjustifiably so, I would say.
And so, two failed relationships and a familial collapse later, here I stand. A close friend of mine recently told me that he "didn't think I was going to pull through there for a little while." I didn't realise I had reached the point that my friends had become that concerned for my welfare, but this statement opened my eyes. And so it is, that I want to give my thanks to you all. To each and every one of my friends and family who supported me, I say thankyou. To every single person who told my to keep my chin up, I say thankyou. And to every individual who was looking out for me, even if I didn't know it then, I say thankyou. I am more grateful than you can ever know.
I have reached a decision. This blog will serve as an emotional outlet. When I feel upset, happy, angry, or emotional about anything at all, rather than bottling it up I will share it with the world right here. Don't get me wrong, there will still be the fun stories and suchlike that you've come to know and love, but there will also, every once in a while, be an outpouring of emotion, which anyone is free to read as they wish. All that I ask is that you do not judge me by those posts alone. Get to know me first, make an effort to understand who I am, and build a judgement of me based on the nature of my true character.
Finally, I would like to thankyou for sitting through this blather. It means a lot.
I love you all, in whatever sense you want me to,
Sledgehammer
First and foremost, is something which I, admittedly, have struggled to come to terms with. I am speaking, of course, of that which I have not openly spoken of thus far. I am speaking of the separation of my parents. After years of fighting and arguments, my parents decided it would be in everyone's best interests that they live apart. I has been approximately two months since that event, and the turbulence is beginning to die away. Having said that, the turbulence has appeared to die away a few times over the past months, only to reassert itself more and more forcefully. We children have coped to varying degrees, and in different ways. Personally, I have kept my emotions holed up within, and only expressed them when they became too much to bear. This is part of the reason I am blogging this entry now, the other part being that I feel as though you, my readership, deserve the insight into my life you are promised by this blog.
But alas, there has been another source of emotional turmoil. Some time ago now, my relationship with Emily came to a close. By the time I realised anything was wrong, it was well and truly too late to turn anything around, but by no means do I accept responsibility for the breakdown of our relationship. I was unhappy with her decision to end it, but respected it, as I felt was right to do. We haven't spoken since, so I don't know how she feels about the situation and I suppose I never will. Just one of those things, I suppose. After an admittedly too short intermining period, I started what was to be my shortest relationship of five (yes, five). This short-lived fling was with someone whose name I have chosen not to reval, for personal reasons. She made a certain choice that went against my moral standing, and so I called the whole deal off, at which she became somewhat offended. Unjustifiably so, I would say.
And so, two failed relationships and a familial collapse later, here I stand. A close friend of mine recently told me that he "didn't think I was going to pull through there for a little while." I didn't realise I had reached the point that my friends had become that concerned for my welfare, but this statement opened my eyes. And so it is, that I want to give my thanks to you all. To each and every one of my friends and family who supported me, I say thankyou. To every single person who told my to keep my chin up, I say thankyou. And to every individual who was looking out for me, even if I didn't know it then, I say thankyou. I am more grateful than you can ever know.
I have reached a decision. This blog will serve as an emotional outlet. When I feel upset, happy, angry, or emotional about anything at all, rather than bottling it up I will share it with the world right here. Don't get me wrong, there will still be the fun stories and suchlike that you've come to know and love, but there will also, every once in a while, be an outpouring of emotion, which anyone is free to read as they wish. All that I ask is that you do not judge me by those posts alone. Get to know me first, make an effort to understand who I am, and build a judgement of me based on the nature of my true character.
Finally, I would like to thankyou for sitting through this blather. It means a lot.
I love you all, in whatever sense you want me to,
Sledgehammer
Friday, March 26, 2010
A Message to MAVAV
I was recently introduced to Mothers Against Videogame Addiction and Violence (MAVAV). They are an activist group, decrying anything related to video games with lies and slander. I made use of their contact link to send the following.
Their website can be found at http://www.mavav.org/
I'm watching and waiting for their response.
To whom it may concern,
I find the so-called facts published on this website slanderous and offensive. I have compiled below a list of your claims which I find false in my case, and in the case of almost all gamers I know.
Fact: You have described me as socially inept. I find this highly offensive. I have many good friends with whom I am fully capable of communicating.
Fact: You claim that I must surely be failing school. Would you kindly explain my most recent report card, which read:
English - A+
Mathematics - A+
Science - A+
German - A+
Computing Studies - A+
History - A
Geography - A
Phys. Ed. - B
Fact: You also claim that I possess violent tendencies, and the video games are teaching me to murder. As anyone who knows me will know, and happily attest to, I am a sworn pacifist. I believe there is a non-violent resolution for every conflict.
In a similar vein, I would be very interested to hear MAVAV's standpoint on US military actions in the Middle East, as I find the behaviour of soldiers therein to be needlessly violent.
One point you make on your website is based around the release of Manhunt 2, the sequel to popular title Manhunt. You claim that the release of such a game on the "kid-friendly" platform of the Nintendo Wii is inappropriate. Firstly, I would posit that every console in production today is "kid-friendly". Secondly, I would point out to you, that this is the purpose of the classification system. The game is given a rating based upon the level of maturity needed to cope with such themes in a game without adverse effects. The only possible way for a child under this age limit to attain a game containing said violent themes would be for a parent, or other older legal guardian to purchase it for them. This act is illegal. Now, as Manhunt was rated "AO" or Adults Only, it is only possible for an adult to purchase this particular game, making your given example, though regrettably not your entire argument, invalid.
Finally, I would be greatly interested in seeing a list of your sources. I personally have never heard any of the statistics referenced on your website, and have actually heard findings that flatly contradict some of your claims.
While I doubt that you will publish this communiqué on your website, I feel that a refusal to publish this message proves the bias of the claims made herein. It would greatly interest myself, and many others, to see your rebuttal to the arguments I have presented published on this website. A failure to respond would be, in my eyes, a concession that my arguments are true and correct, and a forfeit on your part.
I await your reply with great anticipation,
Yours Truly,
Chris Alderton
Their website can be found at http://www.mavav.org/
I'm watching and waiting for their response.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Should This Be My English Speech?
Good (morning/afternoon) Ms. Albon and class. Today I am going to speak to you about my personal responses to the play “Othello” and the ways in which activities and tasks carried out in class helped in shaping this response.
I will begin by speaking to you about my personal response and reactions to the play, as a responder. I will then explain how tasks and activities carried out shaped this response. This includes tasks such as my personal journal entries and the group oral presentation. As well as this I will talk about the effects of class discussions on the play, as well as information taken directly from the actual text itself.
Now, to my first point: my personal response to “Othello”. “Well, thank God that’s over. That was bloody boring.” The work we id shaped this response by making me more bored. It actually made the play seem more droll than I had originally thought possible. It was a definite struggle to stay awake during some of the particularly boring passages, which include: the entire play. I am honestly surprised that the majority of the class members did not simply expire from pure, unadulterated boredom during the course of our reading. Thankyou.
I'm tempted. I really am. How I hate oral presentations.
I will begin by speaking to you about my personal response and reactions to the play, as a responder. I will then explain how tasks and activities carried out shaped this response. This includes tasks such as my personal journal entries and the group oral presentation. As well as this I will talk about the effects of class discussions on the play, as well as information taken directly from the actual text itself.
Now, to my first point: my personal response to “Othello”. “Well, thank God that’s over. That was bloody boring.” The work we id shaped this response by making me more bored. It actually made the play seem more droll than I had originally thought possible. It was a definite struggle to stay awake during some of the particularly boring passages, which include: the entire play. I am honestly surprised that the majority of the class members did not simply expire from pure, unadulterated boredom during the course of our reading. Thankyou.
I'm tempted. I really am. How I hate oral presentations.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
BROWN
So it's been a long time since I last posted. Quite a very long time. There have been matches and fractures, events and non-events, and some third contrasting comparison I'm sure. The Athletics Carnival happened, as did a school dance, as did the banning of school dances. Oh! There we go, the third contrasdting comparison: There have been school dances, and a forthcoming total absence of school dances.
Anyway, I guess I'll tackle the major events, starting with:
The Athletics Carnival
It was a fine and sunny day on which the Athletics Carnival too kplace. Lots of people were running and jumping and doing other such sporty things. Yours truly took part in seven events. And Baartz won by 5 points. Coincidence? I THINK NOT! Unfortunately, in the process of carrying the house to victory, I attained a wicked sunburn which lasted a full week and was quite painful.
After the Athletics Carnival came...
The Movies
We went on to the movies at Glendale to go see Shutter Island, with the best line from any movie I think I've ever seen. Namely, an old, German guy saying "Why are you all wet baby?" Much fun was had by all involved, and Josef kept my sunglasses for the weekend. Then, of course, came...
Dwyer's Party
Dwyer turned 16, his family was completely insane and there was much rejoicing. We played Truth or Dare and Murder in the Dark, then we all went and slept for 5 hours. During tent-time, a meme was spawned...
IN A WORLD
...
WITHOUT COLOUR
...
ONE
...
CAN ONLY DREAM
...
*neeeeeeeooooooooooww-BOOM!*
Moving on now to...
The Dance
Well, the dance happened ,and people danced, I air-guitared and a few people were naughty and got drunk. This means that school dances have been banned "until this issue is resolved". Stupid Skeletor.
And well, that kinda wraps it up. Not too much else happened. Oh, well there was the minor matter of
EMILY'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!
Be honest. You thought I'd forgotten, didn't you? Well I didn't. Many a person was there who did give many a gift and answered many a trivia question. Also, we all ate many a food and hit many a pinata (well, only one a pinata). And Amanda broke many a shoe. (Again, only one shoe). We were all dressed in many a costume (I was many a Jack Sparrow). Although, I don't really have many a much more to say about it, so I'll move to many an end of this post, I suppose.
I leave you with two things:
Peace out, my adoring public
(Well, maybe not, but when am I ever gonna have the chance to say that again?)
Much love to all,
The Sledgehammer
Anyway, I guess I'll tackle the major events, starting with:
The Athletics Carnival
It was a fine and sunny day on which the Athletics Carnival too kplace. Lots of people were running and jumping and doing other such sporty things. Yours truly took part in seven events. And Baartz won by 5 points. Coincidence? I THINK NOT! Unfortunately, in the process of carrying the house to victory, I attained a wicked sunburn which lasted a full week and was quite painful.
After the Athletics Carnival came...
The Movies
We went on to the movies at Glendale to go see Shutter Island, with the best line from any movie I think I've ever seen. Namely, an old, German guy saying "Why are you all wet baby?" Much fun was had by all involved, and Josef kept my sunglasses for the weekend. Then, of course, came...
Dwyer's Party
Dwyer turned 16, his family was completely insane and there was much rejoicing. We played Truth or Dare and Murder in the Dark, then we all went and slept for 5 hours. During tent-time, a meme was spawned...
IN A WORLD
...
WITHOUT COLOUR
...
ONE
...
CAN ONLY DREAM
...
*neeeeeeeooooooooooww-BOOM!*
Moving on now to...
The Dance
Well, the dance happened ,and people danced, I air-guitared and a few people were naughty and got drunk. This means that school dances have been banned "until this issue is resolved". Stupid Skeletor.
And well, that kinda wraps it up. Not too much else happened. Oh, well there was the minor matter of
EMILY'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!
Be honest. You thought I'd forgotten, didn't you? Well I didn't. Many a person was there who did give many a gift and answered many a trivia question. Also, we all ate many a food and hit many a pinata (well, only one a pinata). And Amanda broke many a shoe. (Again, only one shoe). We were all dressed in many a costume (I was many a Jack Sparrow). Although, I don't really have many a much more to say about it, so I'll move to many an end of this post, I suppose.
I leave you with two things:
- My sincere hope that I have a hell of a lot of fun at the Prodigy concert tomorrow night; and
- A quote from Mooey - "You are the best person in the entire world!"
Peace out, my adoring public
(Well, maybe not, but when am I ever gonna have the chance to say that again?)
Much love to all,
The Sledgehammer
Sunday, February 7, 2010
List of Idiosyncrasies (FEATURE BLOG!)
So, I'd like to begin this post by stating that little old Blog of the Sledgehammer happens to be the Frankie's Forums Feature Blog! Just wanted to put it out there. Moving on to the main point of this post now, which is this: Idiosyncrasies.
Since Vanessa and I have free periods at the same time, we have been having conversations more and more of late. In one of our recent parlances, Vanessa noted that I have a funny way of typing things. Apparently I should keep doing it, because it's fun to read. She then challenged me to legitimately use the word "idiosyncrasies" in my next blog post. So here I go, with The Blog of the Sledgehammers List of Idiosyncrasies.
Now, first thing's first, I had to actually...go and find out what idiosyncrasies actually means. I hit up my old friend, Dictionary.com, which gave me the following to work with:
Well. That was certainly intelligible. In any case, I decided to focus mainly on the first definition, being "a characteristic, habit, mannerism, or the like, that is peculiar to an individual."
Hmm. What can we take from that? I would understand it to mean a trait or quirk which makes a person unique and individual. Well, how about we list the idiosyncrasies of the people in my circle of friends? Here goes:
Myself: Apparently I type and write things using odd turns of phrase and uncommon words and usages. So there you go.
Jake: Other than his obsession with Wicked!, he has a habit of formulating plans for world domination.
Dwyer: Really? Too many to list, I'd have to say. Faux homoeroticism would have to be up there, though.
Josef: Surprising as it may be to those who do not know him, Josef listens to jungle, drum & bass, early 90's rave, acid house, house, big beat, IDM, dubstep, breakbeat and chiptune, which are most definitely NOT sub-genres of techno, and, I am being told, are electronic dance music genres in their own right.
Koop: Has an almost unhealthy obsession with hit TV sitcom, How I Met Your Mother. A show which, may I say, is legend...wait for it...
Emily: Is adept in the art of Tae-Kwan-Do. Also, is partial to kitties.
Amy: Listens to Folk-Metal
Flick: Frequently suffers from Freckle-Shaped Exploos
Millie: May or may not be a Giraffemus.
Jenny: Is apparently the one true Citrus Fruit Expert. Also is very good at playing piano.
Vanessa: Reads books with convoluted plotlines, which require huge amounts of suspension of dibelief.
Caity: Is inseparable from James.
James: Is inseparable from Caity.
Trent: Is inseparable from Dean
Dean: Is inseparable from Trent.
Rhiannon: Is easily distracted by pumpkin cups.
Lydia: Has been both a teapot and a Russian spy.
I could go on. I'd love to, to be honest. But I think I'll limit it to my closer friends, people I have known for longer. So, to sign off, I finish this post with the following sentiment:
...dary!
Much Love to All (In a totally manly way)
Happy Birthday for Wednesday, Emily
Yours Always,
The Sledgehammer
Since Vanessa and I have free periods at the same time, we have been having conversations more and more of late. In one of our recent parlances, Vanessa noted that I have a funny way of typing things. Apparently I should keep doing it, because it's fun to read. She then challenged me to legitimately use the word "idiosyncrasies" in my next blog post. So here I go, with The Blog of the Sledgehammers List of Idiosyncrasies.
Now, first thing's first, I had to actually...go and find out what idiosyncrasies actually means. I hit up my old friend, Dictionary.com, which gave me the following to work with:
id⋅i⋅o⋅syn⋅cra⋅sy
[id-ee-uh-sing-kruh-see, -sin-]Show IPA –noun, plural -sies.
1. a characteristic, habit, mannerism, or the like, that is peculiar to an individual.
2. the physical constitution peculiar to an individual.
3. a peculiarity of the physical or the mental constitution, esp. susceptibility toward drugs, food, etc. Compare allergy (def. 1).
iWell. That was certainly intelligible. In any case, I decided to focus mainly on the first definition, being "a characteristic, habit, mannerism, or the like, that is peculiar to an individual."
Hmm. What can we take from that? I would understand it to mean a trait or quirk which makes a person unique and individual. Well, how about we list the idiosyncrasies of the people in my circle of friends? Here goes:
Myself: Apparently I type and write things using odd turns of phrase and uncommon words and usages. So there you go.
Jake: Other than his obsession with Wicked!, he has a habit of formulating plans for world domination.
Dwyer: Really? Too many to list, I'd have to say. Faux homoeroticism would have to be up there, though.
Josef: Surprising as it may be to those who do not know him, Josef listens to jungle, drum & bass, early 90's rave, acid house, house, big beat, IDM, dubstep, breakbeat and chiptune, which are most definitely NOT sub-genres of techno, and, I am being told, are electronic dance music genres in their own right.
Koop: Has an almost unhealthy obsession with hit TV sitcom, How I Met Your Mother. A show which, may I say, is legend...wait for it...
Emily: Is adept in the art of Tae-Kwan-Do. Also, is partial to kitties.
Amy: Listens to Folk-Metal
Flick: Frequently suffers from Freckle-Shaped Exploos
Millie: May or may not be a Giraffemus.
Jenny: Is apparently the one true Citrus Fruit Expert. Also is very good at playing piano.
Vanessa: Reads books with convoluted plotlines, which require huge amounts of suspension of dibelief.
Caity: Is inseparable from James.
James: Is inseparable from Caity.
Trent: Is inseparable from Dean
Dean: Is inseparable from Trent.
Rhiannon: Is easily distracted by pumpkin cups.
Lydia: Has been both a teapot and a Russian spy.
I could go on. I'd love to, to be honest. But I think I'll limit it to my closer friends, people I have known for longer. So, to sign off, I finish this post with the following sentiment:
...dary!
Much Love to All (In a totally manly way)
Happy Birthday for Wednesday, Emily
Yours Always,
The Sledgehammer
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The Return of the Sledgehammer
So hiya my peoples. If you're still there. My deepest and sincerest apologies for the unexpected and unannounced hiatus. Our computer came back from the fix-it man shop, and it had about 12 virii and a trojan and a tonne of malware/spyware. That makes a yummy, truthful cake of delicious computer destruction. But everything's back and in order now, so I can start back up with my *cough* regular *cough posting schedule.
That will be all,
The Benevolent (Hopeful) Future King of Random,
Sledgehammer
That will be all,
The Benevolent (Hopeful) Future King of Random,
Sledgehammer
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Half A Week in the Life
And so the first half week of the holidays ends. Four sleeps until Chrissy and I can feel the electricity in the air. Mostly due to that faulty power outlet. Hehe.
I'm so funny.
What? What? Oh, right. Blog. *ahem*
So yeah.
During this week, I have learnt 2 valuable lessons. I shall list and explain them here for everyones benefit.
1) Some people just can't get along
It's true. Never have, never will. My lovely teachers of this subject were my ever-warring younger brothers, who seriously do not give anyone a minutes peace from the moment they roll out of bed in the mroning to the moment they fall asleep at night. Which leads me to number...
2) Never, and I mean NEVER, sit in the back middle seat on a car-trip of any length
Again, my lovely brothers taught me this lesson. The only seat left was back-middle, and I was therefore put snugly between the two. Who then proceeded to make my trip to Medowie utter hell. My one-year-old cousin was puzzled as to why I wasn't as happy as everyone else. Well, Noah, someday when you read this, you'll understand.
Take heed, younglings and padawans. use this knowledge and you too will someday become a sage such as I. Anywho, that's about all I jhave to say so catcha round, I guess.
Chris(tmas)
I'm so funny.
What? What? Oh, right. Blog. *ahem*
So yeah.
During this week, I have learnt 2 valuable lessons. I shall list and explain them here for everyones benefit.
1) Some people just can't get along
It's true. Never have, never will. My lovely teachers of this subject were my ever-warring younger brothers, who seriously do not give anyone a minutes peace from the moment they roll out of bed in the mroning to the moment they fall asleep at night. Which leads me to number...
2) Never, and I mean NEVER, sit in the back middle seat on a car-trip of any length
Again, my lovely brothers taught me this lesson. The only seat left was back-middle, and I was therefore put snugly between the two. Who then proceeded to make my trip to Medowie utter hell. My one-year-old cousin was puzzled as to why I wasn't as happy as everyone else. Well, Noah, someday when you read this, you'll understand.
Take heed, younglings and padawans. use this knowledge and you too will someday become a sage such as I. Anywho, that's about all I jhave to say so catcha round, I guess.
Chris(tmas)
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Un-Singularity
Well hey there, everybody, how ya doin'? Good? Good. Thanks for coming out!
Main point of this here post is to tell you all the following:
I am no longer not without not being single!
If you can figure that out, and don't already know what I'm saying, YOU WIN! Of course, since everyone reading this already knows, nobody wins. Don't you all just feel so sad now?
This post is kinda lacking good materila. Um. Stuff about the leadership day and stuff got covered by everyone else already, and to be quite honest i really pretty boring to talk about.Umm...I already did the whole got a girlfriend bit. Got no terrible jokes to tell right at the mo. Nope, I got nothin. Ah well.
I guess I'll just talk about the importance of jumping, shouting "Cthulhu" and hailing the Almighty Bob.
That and knowing the difference between rock and rap. That's all important, as I think we all know. For the record rock is better. If you think otherwise, I hate to tell you but you're wrong.
Anywho, I've not got alot left to say. Pretty good assonancer there, eh?
So I guess it's
Ciao for now,
Chrissyboi
Main point of this here post is to tell you all the following:
I am no longer not without not being single!
If you can figure that out, and don't already know what I'm saying, YOU WIN! Of course, since everyone reading this already knows, nobody wins. Don't you all just feel so sad now?
This post is kinda lacking good materila. Um. Stuff about the leadership day and stuff got covered by everyone else already, and to be quite honest i really pretty boring to talk about.Umm...I already did the whole got a girlfriend bit. Got no terrible jokes to tell right at the mo. Nope, I got nothin. Ah well.
I guess I'll just talk about the importance of jumping, shouting "Cthulhu" and hailing the Almighty Bob.
That and knowing the difference between rock and rap. That's all important, as I think we all know. For the record rock is better. If you think otherwise, I hate to tell you but you're wrong.
Anywho, I've not got alot left to say. Pretty good assonancer there, eh?
So I guess it's
Ciao for now,
Chrissyboi
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Happy B'Day Ness!
So, it was the Loch Ness Monster's birthday party today, and it was pretty fun indeed. Go-karting, for the first time ever, was pretty cool. I was drifting around corners and all. But Jake, drive faster.
Then the beach, got absolutely smashed by waves, which was fun. Dwyer, I tried to learn to bodysurf, but I guess I'm not that quick a study. And I don't go to the beach much, either.
Finally, I had 2 discussions about no lifing and flirting, which led to this little tidbit from Aaron (Not McGowan, a different one)
Aaron: talkies
Me: What about?
Aaron: anything i have no life
Chris: And you think I do?
Aaron: lets have a life together
hmm that sounded weird
Then the beach, got absolutely smashed by waves, which was fun. Dwyer, I tried to learn to bodysurf, but I guess I'm not that quick a study. And I don't go to the beach much, either.
Finally, I had 2 discussions about no lifing and flirting, which led to this little tidbit from Aaron (Not McGowan, a different one)
Aaron: talkies
Me: What about?
Aaron: anything i have no life
Chris: And you think I do?
Aaron: lets have a life together
hmm that sounded weird
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tarocash
So I spent $170 on formal gear today.
One-hundred and seventy freakin' dollars. I'll look dashing, sure. It's a good outfit. But still. Pricey for a shirt/vest combo.
In other news, Emily seems to think she hates me. Right. Sure.
Apart from this, I have not a lot to say.
Ciao,
Kristov
One-hundred and seventy freakin' dollars. I'll look dashing, sure. It's a good outfit. But still. Pricey for a shirt/vest combo.
In other news, Emily seems to think she hates me. Right. Sure.
Apart from this, I have not a lot to say.
Ciao,
Kristov
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Noncommital
Just now, in simultaneous MSN conversations, I demonstrated the frustration abilities of simply deferring to answer. It was most amusing, here's a transcript.
Excerpt from Conversation 1:
<8:19PM>Josef : know what? i'm changing my status
<8:19PM>Chris : Mmkay.
(Josef changes his status to read "12 Days Remaining, Chris")
<8:19PM>Chris : Til?
<8:19PM>Josef : see that?
<8:20PM>Josef : no, you have to ask someone out in that time
<8:20PM>Chris : Mmkay.
<8:20PM>Josef : so, you will?
<8:23PM>Josef : ???
<8:25PM>Chris : ...
<8:25PM>Chris : Maybe.
<8:25PM>Josef : *disapproving stare* most likely?
<8:27PM>Chris : Maybe.
<8:27PM>Josef : yes/no?
<8:27PM>Chris : Maybe.
<8:28PM>Josef : grrrr!
End Excerpt
So you see, in the space of 9 short minutes, Josef was reduced to the point of "Grrrr!"
Excerpt from Conversation 2
<8:17PM>Geoff : CHRIS
<8:17PM>Geoff : WHERE THE F--K WERE YOU
<8:17PM>Chris : Uhh, not at school?
<8:22PM>Geoff : i know
<8:22PM>Geoff : WHY NOT
<8:25PM>Chris : Because I was at home.
<8:25PM>Geoff : WHY
<8:27PM>Chris : Because I wasn't at school.
<8:27PM>Geoff : Chris
End Excerpt
This time 10 minutes were required and it seems that 9 minutes may be the physical threshold for this form of breaking people. I will do more study and get back to you.
Chrissyboi
Excerpt from Conversation 1:
<8:19PM>Josef : know what? i'm changing my status
<8:19PM>Chris : Mmkay.
(Josef changes his status to read "12 Days Remaining, Chris")
<8:19PM>Chris : Til?
<8:19PM>Josef : see that?
<8:20PM>Josef : no, you have to ask someone out in that time
<8:20PM>Chris : Mmkay.
<8:20PM>Josef : so, you will?
<8:23PM>Josef : ???
<8:25PM>Chris : ...
<8:25PM>Chris : Maybe.
<8:25PM>Josef : *disapproving stare* most likely?
<8:27PM>Chris : Maybe.
<8:27PM>Josef : yes/no?
<8:27PM>Chris : Maybe.
<8:28PM>Josef : grrrr!
End Excerpt
So you see, in the space of 9 short minutes, Josef was reduced to the point of "Grrrr!"
Excerpt from Conversation 2
<8:17PM>Geoff : CHRIS
<8:17PM>Geoff : WHERE THE F--K WERE YOU
<8:17PM>Chris : Uhh, not at school?
<8:22PM>Geoff : i know
<8:22PM>Geoff : WHY NOT
<8:25PM>Chris : Because I was at home.
<8:25PM>Geoff : WHY
<8:27PM>Chris : Because I wasn't at school.
<8:27PM>Geoff : Chris
End Excerpt
This time 10 minutes were required and it seems that 9 minutes may be the physical threshold for this form of breaking people. I will do more study and get back to you.
Chrissyboi
Monday, October 26, 2009
Kodak Moment
So, I was walking home from school last Friday, thinking about going to the Jets later on, and looking dubiously at the sky and the encroaching storm front. As I looked at the sky to my left, there were roiling, brooding black clouds, seething in the sky. As I looked above me, there was a stark division between dark clouds and spring-blue skies. In the sky on my right, apparently oblivious to the inclement weather, a hang-glider and pilot were just floating around in the big old blue, as happy as could be. A stark contrast. A Kodak Moment, if you want.
As I have mentioned previously, I often engage in little debate and ponderings with myself on the walk home from school. There are many things to think about in this world. What I think about varies from things as human and personal as love, emotion and the human condition, to things as stark and impersonal as particle physics, quarks and photons. Mostly, though, I think about myself. One of my favourite things to think about, is this:
If a passer-by in the street could take a snapshot of me, not just what I look like, but my thoughts, memories and feelings, what would they think? Kodak Moment.
Now, before you all get on about how Chrissy's getting all insecure and emo, I want to say that I'm not going weird on you. It's a good thing. It puts everything into perspective, and helps you de-stress. I would recommend this spot of psycho-exercise to anyone in a moment of boredom and reflectiveness.
Anywho, see you all round.
Chrissyboi.
As I have mentioned previously, I often engage in little debate and ponderings with myself on the walk home from school. There are many things to think about in this world. What I think about varies from things as human and personal as love, emotion and the human condition, to things as stark and impersonal as particle physics, quarks and photons. Mostly, though, I think about myself. One of my favourite things to think about, is this:
If a passer-by in the street could take a snapshot of me, not just what I look like, but my thoughts, memories and feelings, what would they think? Kodak Moment.
Now, before you all get on about how Chrissy's getting all insecure and emo, I want to say that I'm not going weird on you. It's a good thing. It puts everything into perspective, and helps you de-stress. I would recommend this spot of psycho-exercise to anyone in a moment of boredom and reflectiveness.
Anywho, see you all round.
Chrissyboi.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
I love Wired!
I suppose I'll kick things off with a little bit of news I discovered from Wired.com. Scientists researching into causes of cancer, etc. have found a protein called telomerase. There are little segments of your DNA called telomeres, which control how many times a cell can divide. Telomerase intereferes with these telomeres and by doing so, causes them to divide out of control. We know this out of control division of cells as "Cancer." However, having discovered this protein, scientists are working on methods that can potentially prevent and cure cancer. Being able to identify telomerase allows scientists to produce proteins which will destroy it. As well as this, scientists hope that, in time, a vaccination will be produced which will make the immune system attack telomerase-producin cells, effectively vaccinatiing against cancer. Pretty neat, huh?
However, in other, unrelated news, my birthday was prety fun. I'm only really blogging about it because a certain someone told me to, but here it is. It was quite fun having a birthday party, even though it took half an hour to open Ness' preset. But the wrapping paper was very tough. It was! Singstar was fun, as was playing pool and table tennis. Thankyou all for your wonderful pressies, I finished one ofthose blocks of chocolate in one night, much to Mum's dismayed surprise. "You'll make yourself sick!" she says. Yeah. Right.
Catch you on the flip-side!
Chris
However, in other, unrelated news, my birthday was prety fun. I'm only really blogging about it because a certain someone told me to, but here it is. It was quite fun having a birthday party, even though it took half an hour to open Ness' preset. But the wrapping paper was very tough. It was! Singstar was fun, as was playing pool and table tennis. Thankyou all for your wonderful pressies, I finished one ofthose blocks of chocolate in one night, much to Mum's dismayed surprise. "You'll make yourself sick!" she says. Yeah. Right.
Catch you on the flip-side!
Chris
Friday, September 18, 2009
English Story Time
So I guess I should stop talking about this English story and post it. The only real reason I'm doing this is because everyone else seems to be putting up works of fiction. I wanted to develop on this idea a little more, but never got around to it, so I guess you could say it's a work in progress. It was from the stimulus line "A strong wind blew..."
A strong wind blew, whistling through the gaps and cracks between the boards of the small hut. The boy, Tahn, slept restlessly on the mat on the floor, covered by only the thinnest of sheets and disturbed in his rest by the tempestous storm raging outside. But there were other things disturbing Tahn's sleep that night. A storm within his mind, a terrible dream, making him toss himself this way and that, embroiled in night-terrors.
Eventually, morning broke and the storm ceased. Tahn arose from his disrupted slumber and prepared himself a square breakfast. Heavens knew he would need it, knowing of the trials to come. As he ate, feeling the comfort of the food sliding down his throat, he relived the horrors of the night before. Faces, leering, looming from the dark. Taunting him. Mocking him. A repeated image of himself, suffering many and varied defeats. But most of all, a strong, underlying sense of doom. Of failure.
Tahn cleared the images from his mind and the dishes from the crudely built table. That table, one of his earlier endeavours, built in the first days of his time as an apprentice. As he washed his plate in the small sink, a knock came at the door. Tahn dropped his plate, strode to the door and answered it. It was time, he knew it.
"My name is Dulan. You are to come with me now."
As he walked down the main street of the town, toward Dunnerston Arena, he felt eyes and heard whispers following him. The stranger, Dulan, said nothing, but maintained a stony-faced silence as he led the way. As they entered the looming shadow of the grand stadium, the crowds thinkened and Tahn's stomach churned, his nerves making him wish his meal had not been quite so large. Dulan ushered him into a chamber underneath the rows of seats, finally breaking his silence with the simple statement,
"Wait here until you are called."
Tahn did not reply, his face taking on a sickly sheen.
There were others in the chamber. At varying intervals, a booming voice would call a name, and one of the boys would trudge through the large, imposing gate, out on to the sand. Then the gate would crash shut with an echoing, hollow boom. This would be followed by an intermining period of booing, cheering and roaring from te crowd. Eventually, the crowd noise would subside. Then the next boy's name would be called.
After what seemed like hours of waiting, Tahn heard the booming voice, calling his name. He walked out into the blinding light of the day, blinking. The noise of the crowd, no longer diminished by the deadening stone walls of the chamber, served only to further disorientate him, the deafening noise ringing in his ears. As he stepped forward, the gate closing with a boom, he felt the weight of what he carried beneath his leather cowl, pressing into him.
He walked forward, to the centre of the sandy arena floor, feeling the crowd's judging eyes with every step, sensing their disappointment at his lack of muscularity, of obvious physical strength. A gate at the other end of the arena opened and a squadron of a dozen came forth, straining to maintain a grip on strong chains of steel, chains that restrained a great and terrible beast. The beast was led for a lap of the arena, slavering jaws and great teeth on show. Then the beast was brought before Tahn and its chains were released.
Sorry for the abrupt ending. Like I said, its a work in progress. Sometime future I might expand on it further, since even writing it down here gave me some exciting new ideas.
Till next time (and not Eulenspiegel)
Chris
A strong wind blew, whistling through the gaps and cracks between the boards of the small hut. The boy, Tahn, slept restlessly on the mat on the floor, covered by only the thinnest of sheets and disturbed in his rest by the tempestous storm raging outside. But there were other things disturbing Tahn's sleep that night. A storm within his mind, a terrible dream, making him toss himself this way and that, embroiled in night-terrors.
Eventually, morning broke and the storm ceased. Tahn arose from his disrupted slumber and prepared himself a square breakfast. Heavens knew he would need it, knowing of the trials to come. As he ate, feeling the comfort of the food sliding down his throat, he relived the horrors of the night before. Faces, leering, looming from the dark. Taunting him. Mocking him. A repeated image of himself, suffering many and varied defeats. But most of all, a strong, underlying sense of doom. Of failure.
Tahn cleared the images from his mind and the dishes from the crudely built table. That table, one of his earlier endeavours, built in the first days of his time as an apprentice. As he washed his plate in the small sink, a knock came at the door. Tahn dropped his plate, strode to the door and answered it. It was time, he knew it.
"My name is Dulan. You are to come with me now."
As he walked down the main street of the town, toward Dunnerston Arena, he felt eyes and heard whispers following him. The stranger, Dulan, said nothing, but maintained a stony-faced silence as he led the way. As they entered the looming shadow of the grand stadium, the crowds thinkened and Tahn's stomach churned, his nerves making him wish his meal had not been quite so large. Dulan ushered him into a chamber underneath the rows of seats, finally breaking his silence with the simple statement,
"Wait here until you are called."
Tahn did not reply, his face taking on a sickly sheen.
There were others in the chamber. At varying intervals, a booming voice would call a name, and one of the boys would trudge through the large, imposing gate, out on to the sand. Then the gate would crash shut with an echoing, hollow boom. This would be followed by an intermining period of booing, cheering and roaring from te crowd. Eventually, the crowd noise would subside. Then the next boy's name would be called.
After what seemed like hours of waiting, Tahn heard the booming voice, calling his name. He walked out into the blinding light of the day, blinking. The noise of the crowd, no longer diminished by the deadening stone walls of the chamber, served only to further disorientate him, the deafening noise ringing in his ears. As he stepped forward, the gate closing with a boom, he felt the weight of what he carried beneath his leather cowl, pressing into him.
He walked forward, to the centre of the sandy arena floor, feeling the crowd's judging eyes with every step, sensing their disappointment at his lack of muscularity, of obvious physical strength. A gate at the other end of the arena opened and a squadron of a dozen came forth, straining to maintain a grip on strong chains of steel, chains that restrained a great and terrible beast. The beast was led for a lap of the arena, slavering jaws and great teeth on show. Then the beast was brought before Tahn and its chains were released.
Sorry for the abrupt ending. Like I said, its a work in progress. Sometime future I might expand on it further, since even writing it down here gave me some exciting new ideas.
Till next time (and not Eulenspiegel)
Chris
Sunday, September 13, 2009
It's not a baby!
I guess I don't really have that much to say right now. This post is kinda really pointless, but I'm going to post it anyway. Then mah peeps will read and comment. The only real reason I'm posting right now is boredom. It's not as if nothing's going on, there's plenty to write about. It's just, I don't really want to. And there's some secret stuff, which if I posted here it would wreck some stuff. So I won't. I'm pretty sure my next post will be my story from English. I hated how much fuss people made over that, by the way. Yeah, okay, so it was kinda good, but I'm not Mark Twain, over here. But, since I'm not bitter and resentful, also thankyou for liking it. I guess I just get kinda embarrassed when people complment me.
Isn't it weird, how when I get tired, I post the most meaningless stuff on here, and yet it's the meaningless stuff that is the deepest? Like, do you guys read this blog, and think "Hmm, that's interesting. Never thought Chris got like that?" And then, why do I care what you think anyway? No offence there, but isn't self-esteem and confidence not caring what other people think? Does that mean that I'm not confident, have no self-esteem? Dunno, dunno.
...
I think I need a hug. But then, by the time any of you read this, and decides to give that hug, I'm sure I'll be over this little existential crisis. Ah well.
Until the next time, Dear Readers.
Chris
Isn't it weird, how when I get tired, I post the most meaningless stuff on here, and yet it's the meaningless stuff that is the deepest? Like, do you guys read this blog, and think "Hmm, that's interesting. Never thought Chris got like that?" And then, why do I care what you think anyway? No offence there, but isn't self-esteem and confidence not caring what other people think? Does that mean that I'm not confident, have no self-esteem? Dunno, dunno.
...
I think I need a hug. But then, by the time any of you read this, and decides to give that hug, I'm sure I'll be over this little existential crisis. Ah well.
Until the next time, Dear Readers.
Chris
Saturday, September 5, 2009
DOCTOR OCTAGONAPUS! BLAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!
And so another chapter in the life of the Sledgehammer.
I thank you all for your responses in the comments section of my post, "So, How Hae You All Been Anyway?" I also refer you back to the opening paragraph of said post, where I made certain predictions, and I say to you, 2 outta 3 ain't bad. Jake's life certainly did take a turn for the better, Koop's has taken a slight turn for the worse, and it remains to be seen whether Dwyer's will match my predictions or no.
But now to reflect on my own. I honestly cannot say for sure what lies ahead in the personal life of the Sledgehammer. I'm sure all who read this blog are aware of who I like. and all past happenings with said person. However, hindsight being 20/20, I can't help but wonder whether I didn't rush things and go about them the wrong way. I'm almost certain I did. But, I plan to mend the channels that have broken down, and try again perhaps sometime in the future. If not, there are always other dorrways open.
In addition, to do more with current goings-on, I went and watched The Lazer Collection, which was most entertaining. It was made by DominicFear on YouTube, so if you're bored enough, go watch and enjoy. but I digress: my real purpose here is to FIRE MAH LAZER BLAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!
I thank you all for your responses in the comments section of my post, "So, How Hae You All Been Anyway?" I also refer you back to the opening paragraph of said post, where I made certain predictions, and I say to you, 2 outta 3 ain't bad. Jake's life certainly did take a turn for the better, Koop's has taken a slight turn for the worse, and it remains to be seen whether Dwyer's will match my predictions or no.
But now to reflect on my own. I honestly cannot say for sure what lies ahead in the personal life of the Sledgehammer. I'm sure all who read this blog are aware of who I like. and all past happenings with said person. However, hindsight being 20/20, I can't help but wonder whether I didn't rush things and go about them the wrong way. I'm almost certain I did. But, I plan to mend the channels that have broken down, and try again perhaps sometime in the future. If not, there are always other dorrways open.
In addition, to do more with current goings-on, I went and watched The Lazer Collection, which was most entertaining. It was made by DominicFear on YouTube, so if you're bored enough, go watch and enjoy. but I digress: my real purpose here is to FIRE MAH LAZER BLAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wobcomic
Well, after some uploading issues, and some sizing issues, I finally got the webcomic I promised from ages ago up. You just have to click on it to b able to read it. But that's as good as I can get it, so enjoy.
Sledgehammer
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