Pendulum at Digital

I decided to have at least a two-fold birthday, so we went to Digital to see Pendulum yesterday, and I know I'm trying to stop say it, but it was fucking awesome. I can't really think of any other way to put it. Look at it this way, I'm surprised I can type at all. I was off my face and pretty much so was everyone else. Seeing my brother happy makes me happy, and the state he was in, I was ecstatic.

Tonight should be good if my almost complete lack of sleep doesn't catch up on me......ooooh the sound of keys tapping is like a heard of disgruntled bees wearing stiff plastic anoraks.

Awesome

You know those times where you just can't stop saying certain words? They'll just crop up in conversation absentmindedly. My GCSE English teacher ended every sentence with "within it". I've no idea how he managed to fit it in, but he did. Over the past week or so, I can't stop saying the word "awesome". I've used it in both a positive and negative manner, all without realising. DAMN MY ALREADY BUSY MIND!!!!

I need to clear my head out, time for a drink and a slapping haha.

All quiet on the Wasptern front

After the near misses, the fly assasins, and the occasional spider spy (who just sit there and stare at you. You'd at least think they'd try to hide. But then again, they may be like Velociraptors and you can't see the two hidden to either side of you), things have been a little quiet. Too quiet......man that was cheesey. There were one or two instances where I heard a testing buzzing pass the window, but nothing aggressive. I've got a feeling they're planning something big. I just don't know when.

Birthday (lack of) surprise!

Well it's birthday time again (for me). People really shouldn't have to work on their birthdays. Boooo. But yeah, the age maths is rampant at this time. Four years today and I'll be thirty. 14 years til 40. AAARRRGGGHHH. But that's thinking too far into the future. I've just gotta concentrate on surviving the next few days. I've got a half day at work, then drinking myself stupid, going to see Pendulum, going to a BBQ tomorrow, then party at the flat. If anyone wants to come (to the party that it, now the BBQ) then it's on Saturday at around 8:30. BYOBB....not that alcohol needs to be exclusively stored in bottles. Maybe a strong plastic bag, the cheeks of a small puppy, the cupped hands of an OAP.....and yes, I've noticed that too. Lots and lots of acronyms, or however you spell it.

And before anyone kicks up a fuss, this thing is very last minute and I haven't gotten round to asking everyone. Sorry if you've not been asked directly, but it's been a very busy time lately. I'll let you know how shortly.

Wasp snipers!!!

Speak of the freakin devli! Mere moments after publishing that last post, I hear the busy, sarcastic buzz of a wasp outside my window. I think they know I'm onto them. I must be getting too close. There's gotta be more to this than meets the eye. Some sin I've commited in the past that has them launching this invasion onto my home. That was one assasination attempt quickly avoided, I'm not sure I'll be so lucky next time. Man, I'm gonna burn up and suffocate in here with all of the windows shut.

But I can take them...

...Sure I can...

...Gonna kill them all...

*Rocking back and forwards in the chair*

Wasp War One

DAMN YOU WASP NATION!!!!

I think the wasp I killed last week left a legacy of evil. It seems that he had written a will upon his deathbed/journey to his death out of the window. There was nothing on Saturday, but they were only toying with me. As I awoke on Sunday I was sure I could hear the mocking flap of a wasp's wings, but it did not last long and it was not quite within my room. I got up to go to the bathroom (as I like to do when my bladder's full) and there was one waiting in ambush for me! Hiding behind the door like some stripey ninja. Another titanic struggle ensued, and with the aid of an empty soft drink bottle I was triumphant once more. I could pee in peace ("woooooooooo")........however. Was it the same wasp from beyond the grave? Was it a family member seeking vengeance? Could there be a community of wasps plotting my downfall? Could we just be living close to a nest, and once summer comes I'm screwed?

As a side note, I believe they've also begun to hire mercenaries to take me out. This morning (Monday) I was woken up by a fly of all things. At first I had to check it wasn't a wasp or a bee, but yeah, a fly. It took bombing runs at my head whenever I turned round, then it was gone. Bastard woke me up at 8am when I don't start 'til 2pm. Next time I'll try haggling with them.

Nature of family

The human condition is an odd one at best. They say you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family. I've spent most of my waking time with my friends and colleagues over the past year, and we've all grown close enough to consider each other family. This, I assure you, is not just my opinion (and before anyone starts leaping to conclusions, it doesn't mean I love my birth family any less. Yes, you know who you are). It's a strange feeling. To think that in the grand scheme of things we haven't known each other that long, and for me to get close to anyone at all is quite a new experience, but it's there. When the whole second family's together, there's a noticeable bond, even casual viewers of the phenomenon will tell you this (well they've told me).

This is the main reason I'm so unhappy that the old campaign we all worked on shut down. It was the birthplace of this family, and I really don't want it to be it's resting ground. However, for the moment it seems that the family is staying together despite the change and the bonds don't seem stretched with distance. That being said though, I do miss them already. Just the simple fact of seeing someone everyday and suddenly not, it's hard to handle.

This leads me to question things once again. You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family? I don't think I really did choose this family. Sure there are people who have been consciously excluded, which does give strength to the choice idea. But, it's not as if we made a list, or chose everyone who would be included. That being said however, I couldn't have picked them better if I tried :)


Oh, and if anyone thinks they can even attempt to draw up a family tree, I'd like to see who's placed where haha (but don't put it on here of course, we don't want people thinking we're invading their privacy....again :P Just email it or whatever).

Wasp-ish bastards

I hate wasps. This is why I currently can't breathe.

Let me explain.

Now I don't get to the point where I jump at the sound of one, or even freak if they get that close, but I don't like them and they don't like me. At least I think they don't like me. It doesn't matter really. I have no problem hating someone that likes me. Anyway, for the past month or so I've been woken up every Saturday morning by the sound of a wasp caught in my window. Friday nights have been quite hot, so I've left the window open quite far, but it's no excuse for trespassing. Every time I fall asleep again, it starts right back up. I'm sure it's the same one too. Otherwise I have a whole family of annoying neighbours. Speaking of which, I really hope they don't live in the tree outside. Boy that'll be fun.

What? Why can't I breathe? Well, that's because the wasp and I have been competing in mortal combat (not the game, hence the reason I didn't say Mortal Kombat) for the dominance of my room. After around 15 minutes, a hell of alot of aerosol (which is making me feel slightly ill) and the incredibly thick instruction book for Guild Wars, I am (thankfully) victorious.

Now all that's left to do is wait 'til next Saturday to see if it was the same wasp.

End of training wk1

Well, end of the first week and I haven't killed myself or ate my shoes, so that's a good start. Really, it's not that bad. Sure there's a lot of techie stuff in there I haven't done before, but after a revision session over the weekend I'm sure I'll be fine. As to what I'll think of the job, meh, you never know 'til you do it. If it's as boring as the last one though and there's no signs of progression, I think I'll think about heading out. I see this as a stage process. I've in a small way seperated myself from a huge group of people that feel like, hell they ARE family, although I will see them now and again. The next step has been starting something new. After that, if my life continues to spiral into nothingness, I should have less holding me back emotionally so I can move on to other things.

....then again, I might just wimp out and ask to go onto yet another campaign :P

Cowboy superiority

Okay, so the "Gay Viking" thinks he's more of a cowboy than I'll ever be? Well that's bang out of order. He could never hold his cool during a life or death poker game, he doesn't have the same lazy cowboy stance, or the salute. Sure he won a competition for cowboyishness, but I wasn't there so I don't think it counts. This is only going to end one way, a quick draw gun fight or a bar room brawl. I'll be happy either way.







I'm a better cowboy

Changing campaign again

It's felt like I've been running on autopilot for a while now. Not really doing anything, or being anyone in particular. In fact I'd forgotten what it was like to try anything new. So, in the spirit of change and expanding my otherwise slow life, I've begun to change.

I'd also forgotten how difficult it was however. Trying new food has always been a downfall of mine. I don't do it readily. I've got to be in the mood, and woe betide anyone who tries to force new tastes on me on a day I just don't feel like it. I probably should do something about that.

However, change, as much as I hate to admit it, can be good. I got incredibly bored of my new job especially quickly. As much as I love the people I work with, and as quickly they make the days pass into weeks, I had to get out, if not for my sanity alone. The job was just too damn tedious and repetative. So, after much self-deliberation (and the toss of a coin, would you believe) I decided to take up the offer to move campaigns. I'll just be across the room from my old work family, but it won't be the same. Anyway, too late now, but I've started training and at least it seems more varied. Whether I'll be able to cope of not is a different matter.

I'm sure I'll let you know either way though ;)

And anyway (and yes, I know you're not allowed to start a sentence with and), you never know, this could be the start of changes to come. You never can tell.

Being straight gets props

Odd, I know. So I'm in an area of town I really don't want to be in (yes, I was dragged to the gay triangle part of town again), and I'm sitting there, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone. Just in case. I don't want to be giving people any ideas. I felt out of place and uncomfortable enough. So I'm in my own little world and someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn to see some guy who asks me:

"Hey mate, are you straight?"

I answer "Yes, yes I am", for it is the truth. All of a sudden he's giving me the high five. Guess he was just looking for ways to appear butch to the masses haha.