Kellogg's Crunchy Nut comes in kilo boxes now. That's a whole kilogram of Crunchy Nut in one box. A KILOGRAM! That would feed me for a month if I could stop pouring myself a bowl eight times a day.
John is still off work. He'll be off for at least the rest of this week. Blegh. I can just about cope with the workload, but there are some things I just cannot even start because of lack of training or inside knowledge. Still, it's a bit less stressful without him in the office. I'm just a solitary person and John has a thing about talking endlessly and chuckling needlessly at the end of every sentence that I find very distracting when I'm trying to work.
That guy on Picture Wars still hasn't retaliated to my move! I don't want my first match to die.
I was playing Painkiller yesterday. It's one of the games that's sitting on my shelf uncompleted despite me owning it for years now. I just got to one part, died, saw that the last autosave was at the beginning of the half-an-hour long level, and never picked it up again. Now I'm on the second-to-last level and should be able to complete the game in another sitting. I think. It is virtually mindless violence: literally hundreds of single-minded monsters charging the player with almost no concern for their own safety. The player mows them down by the dozen with overpowered weaponry including a stake gun, a lightning gun, a minigun, and some kind of hedge strimmer. Still, it's rewarding in that you don't have to think about anything other than the trajectory of your next stake (which will arc gracefully through the air before impaling someone and pinning them to the nearest wall).
I watched "Razor", the first episode of Battlestar Galactica's fourth season. It was feature length and rubbish compared to the first, second, and third series. It just didn't do anything for me. The writing had a different... calibre. A lower one. I'm still looking forward to the rest of the fourth series, but not as much because the storyline has not been advanced at all from the cliffhanger at the end of the third series. Also Razor lowered my expectations from the rest of series four.
Well, time to call Toshiba so I can get these laptops fixed, then maybe Hastings College to ask them whom they contracted for their looping television presentations.
Wednesday, 18 March 2009
It Comes in Pints
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