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Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006, 01:13 pm

That was a strange weekend. Thanks to a combination of rockpaperaxe being drunk and my being too asleep to notice or care about the text messages I was getting it turned out that we had a party on saturday night. It seemed to go quite well, regardless of the short notice and I ate a load of sausages and had a lot of beer. The timing was a bit of an issue since I had decided to have a quiet evening in, thus avoiding the World of Warcraft geekfest thing (several players from the UK coming to dublin for the weekend for food and beer) because I was having one of my "I loathe everything" periods but like I said, it all turned out quite nice in the end - AND I didn't hardly talk about WoW, so it was a good alternative to the geekfest. Admittedly, *someone* sat on the rabbit cage while she was swing dancing but it was swiftly repaired and they were moved to the sitting room where they had a grand old time running around the place and sniffing people.
Anyway, rockpaperaxe was punished by cartographer using the medium of booze (whiskey, absinthe and glowing green chilli sauce) to burn a hole straight from his throat to his ass.

Sunday, I watched DOOM (awful, even by the low standards one would expect from a movie based on DOOM) ate sausages and played Oblivion in my room all day to rebalance my Social V Antisocial ratio of human interaction. Then I filled out the census form in handwriting so bad they may suspect it was done by a five year old - my handwriting was never fantastic but I think I need to start practicing again. I guess I could have taken more time with it but I think I gave it the attention it deserved and an exponentially greater amount than will ultimately receive. Besides, it isn't like I *want* the census woman to know about my many and varied mental disorders.

Tonight I might go see Silent Hill, or write a comic or something. The first depends on my having a tenner left on this, the day before payday. The other depends on my ability to come up with a compelling cast of characters and a coherent plot. Unfortunately, the latter is more likely than the former.

Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 12:40 pm (UTC)

they were moved to the sitting room where they had a grand old time running around the place and sniffing people

I wish I'd realised.. I've never petted a bunny before (yes, I'm aware of the reputation your have).

Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 12:42 pm (UTC)

Yeah, the front room was unoficially designated as the "Chill out room" and the rabbits helped in this by being all serene and inquisitive - apart from fidget who was as spazfaced and mental as ever.

I have a reputation?

Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 12:47 pm (UTC)

Damn my bad grammar! No, I meant the rabbits reputation, not to say you don't have one too if you want one :)

Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 04:42 pm (UTC)

Aah, that makes sense. I think I already have one, I hope it's "Crazy rabbit guy who yells at kids to get off his lawn"

Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 04:26 pm (UTC)

What a horrible thing to say about the lovely Doom, especially with you being the man who liked Gor so much.

(okay, I'm only saying that last bit to annoy you)


Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 04:37 pm (UTC)

Yeah, looks like we both liked the same things about it, there were loads of nice little winks and nods to fans of the game but... well the last fight was really really crap wasn't it? And there weren't *nearly* enough monsters, and the zombies were rubbish. The proper DOOM movie would have had them ass deep in giblets after fifteen minutes instead of creeping around being jumpy.