I've finally, after way too many months, dragged my lazy arse up to York to catch up with Keri ( hellbound_heart ) and Gavin ( prelati ) in their new surroundings. The journey up was epic in scale. According to the sat nav it's the furthest I've ever driven by a whopping three miles, and thanks to some kind of orange cone conspiracy by the English to keep the Welsh out, the longest time I've spent driving by a ridiculous two hours, an arse numbing SEVEN hours! Man, the M42/A42 really really needs some widening work, preferably being doubled at least! It may be some kind of secret method of keeping the people of Birmingham safely trapped within their city and away from the rest of us, but all it ends up doing is annoying those of us who just want to get past the wretched place as quickly as possible!

Still, the sat nav and my lovely little car performed admirably and I arrived safely and without diversion, which is unusual. My road trips normally involve at least one wrong turn resulting in an unexpected, and usually very long, detour. I also found the house on the first try, thus avoiding terrifying any unwary neighbour who would have answered the door to a grinning, beardy stranger laden with bags and luggage! As soon as the door was opened and I set sore eyes upon my old friends every aspect of the journey was made worthwhile. My hosts quickly whisked me off to their favourite local where my road weariness was eased with a pint of cherry beer, an absurd concoction that none-the-less works wonderfully. Another pub and several ice cold pints of Mr Bulmers' finest Strongbow and I felt like a new man!

Back at the house there were more drinks and snacks and I was 'treated' to Dead Mans Hand, one of Gav's famous pound-shop DVDs! It was awful, but in a fun way, obviously! Kez and I ended up staying up all night watching Bottom DVDs, (ah, great days!), catching up and getting drunk. Saturday saw pretty much more of the same, with a few fun matches of Mortal Kombat V's DC Universe on the Xbox thrown in for good measure! Kez also treated me to a lovely roast chicken dinner, for a vegetarian she really knows how to cook a chicken, even going as far as unceremoniously ramming a whole lemon up the poor buggers arse! Lovely stuff.

The journey home on Sunday was much more relaxed, a few minor delays but nothing too bad. The weather was beautiful, the English countryside looked stunning bedecked in it's autumn finery, and there are some impressive sites along the way too. Huge power stations dominate their surroundings, vast fields of corn, cabbage, potatoes and even sprouts add swathes of colour. Somewhere around Nottingham there's a runway that ends right on the M1 and I timed it perfectly to have a huge jumbo jet come in to land just feet in front of me, and from about that point on until I got onto the A40 back in Wales I was driving into the most magnificent sunset that just seemed to go on forever.

All that remains is for me to thank my always gracious hosts, and to assure them that I came to York to see them, not the city, so stop stressing that we didn't go far! I had an excellent time, and I just wish I'd gotten around to going sooner. See you at Abertoir guys :)

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You may have noticed in your local Tesco that the minions are bedecked in new threads, or you may not have, because the new uniform is being rolled out rather ponderously, a few stores at a time. Well over a year after the initial launch, it's now the turn of my little backwater village store to be dragged kicking and screaming into the Century of the Fruit-Bat, and yesterday I was handed a huge box with all my stuff in it. Now, I'm desperate for new uniform, all my shirts have random buttons on them from where they've been replaced so often, there's holes in my fleece and I've been wearing my own trousers for the last few months as my Tesco issue ones pretty much dissolved; so tonight I took great pleasure in unpacking all this new gubbins, kitting myself out and heading off to work.

Either I wasn't listening, or I wasn't told, (I think it was the latter, everyone else thinks the former, oh well), but apparently the store is having a "Grand Unveiling" of the new uniform on September 7th, and under NO circumstances is ANYONE to wear ANY of the new uniform before that date.

Oops.

So I was the only one there in the new uniform, feeling like a right berk, and the source of much mirth and amusement. Fortunately there were none of the higher-up managers there so I didn't get into trouble, and the guys piss-taking was actually quite funny, so I didn't mind. It'll teach me to pay attention more in future, although I swear no-one told me!

Urgh! Terrible hangover this morning. Went to The Otter in Newbridge for a meal last night with Kris and Rach, (I had grilled Hake, which I'd never tried before, and it was delicious). It was a very pleasant evening, despite the fact they were running out of food so lots of things were off the menu, a slightly mental waitress, and the bar-staff being generally slow and useless! They do good food though, it's not too pricey and it's never too busy, so we like it. It's just a pity it wasn't a bit closer to home so I could have a pint with my meal. I wouldn't have had to go up the Spar on the way home then to get some cans. I wouldn't have been tempted to buy the new Strongbow Black 7.5% cider. I wouldn't have a stinking hangover now.

Ah well, no photo today, (well, not yet anyway), as I'm too fucked up to concentrate. I'm going to take a stroll up to my mums house now for yesterdays Sunday Dinner which is waiting for me. Hopefully that'll cure me!

A better night in work last night, still hard work, but I was left to my own devices this time and it all went a lot smoother. I was only five minutes late leaving as well which is pretty good for me!

It wasn't raining this morning(!) so I did indeed get to take the camera out, only as far as the back garden, but it was enough. It's nice to look at the world through a little square frame again! A little frustrating though, as I really struggled to find a photo that captured my imagination, even after spending twenty minutes or so lying down on cold and damp flagstones! Still, I think Photoshop may have come to the rescue yet again. I was taking pictures of the sunflowers that the birds have planted in my garden and wasn't really happy with any of them, until I noticed that the one with a really washed-out sky and under-exposed flower made a rather striking pattern of light and dark when converted to black and white. It's a bit of a departure from my usual stuff, but here it is anyway:


Just a brief update today as I need to get to bed, I've been invited out for a pub meal this evening with Kris and Rach so I need to get up early, which is always tough. At least I've got two nights off together now though, so pub tonight, and the cinema tomorrow!

Work was a long hard slog last night, mainly due to the changes to the way we work that have been brought in by the higher-ups who have never stacked a shelf in their fucking lives. Well, either that or I was still feeling fairly run-down and just couldn't seem to get into the flow. As a result I was still there over half an hour after I was supposed to have finished, and I'd broken a sweat, two things I hate doing! Still, I'm feeling much better now, and my insides seem to be behaving with a bit more decorum than they were yesterday, so all is well with the world again!

Spent HOURS fannying about with holiday photos in Photoshop this morning before managing to find and process one to my liking. I think i'm getting to the end of the line with them now and it's time to start snapping again. I'm itching for something new anyway, looking back over all these beautiful landscapes, sunsets and sunny days while it's constantly pissing down outside is starting to get to me. I think I'll get the camera out tomorrow, all I need now is some inspiration!

Anyway, here's today's photo:



Saundersfoot Harbour at low tide.

I've had some kind of lurgie for the last 24 hours, fortunately I was off work last night anyway so I won't have to be interrogated by the Tesco Gestapo when I go in tonight; but it's left me feeling a little discombobulated. Headaches and a high temperature meant I had hardly any sleep yesterday, and the sleep I managed to get last night was at the wrong time so now my body clock is all over the place. They've taken to giving me single days off twice a week lately so I haven't even got a second night to recover and get back into the routine, so now, although I'm not in the least bit tired, I have to go back to bed in order to get enough sleep to get through a night shift. Still, I'm feeling a lot better now, so I shouldn't complain too much, and it's not as if lying in bed all day is going to be hard work!

I've kind of gone off the rails here a little, this post was meant to be a quick update of what's been happening recently. Well, in June I spent a gloriously sunny week in beautiful Pembrokeshire with my parents, sister, their dog and my camera. It was wonderfully relaxing, the weather was amazing and best of all school was still in so there was hardly anyone else there. Perfect! Since then it's been back to the daily grind and I think it's rained every single day since! I've been attempting to process and upload one photograph a day from the trip over the past couple of weeks, and although I've missed a few days here and there I've pretty much stuck at it. I don't want to blow my own trumpet, but I think some of the photos are pretty good, certainly among the best I've ever taken, and I've really enjoyed whiling away the hours in Photoshop tweaking bits here and there in order to get the result I want.
Here's one of my favourite shots so far:


Saundersfoot Harbour - High Tide at Dusk.

And here is a link to the set on Flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/doktorchaos/sets/72157621034685631/

Well there we are, I guess I'd better knock another dose of Paracetamol on the head and try and get some sleep.

Between Flickr and Twitter, (and to a far lesser degree FarceBork), I seem to have been neglecting my poor old LiveJournal somewhat. I should be using it in conjunction with the other two really as they do all compliment each other quite nicely. I should be using this as a place to elaborate on my tweets, to collect together my photographs. All that will have to wait for the time being though as I'm currently being attacked by cats who have had no breakfast. I guess I'd better nip to the shop. Right, it's a pretty poor start, but it's a start none-the-less. Let's see if I can keep it up for a bit. More posts to follow shortly!

Meet Box-Cat. He is an idiot.



Box-Cat returns. Bigger box, same stupid cat! (This one gets good after about 1 minute)

This is a post about painting tiny little plastic men which includes pictures of said tiny little men in differing stages of paintedness, to avoid boring everyone to tears I will hide it behind this cut:
( Click here for tear enducing boredom... )

Someone much wiser than me once wrote something about 'putting away childish things when you become a man'. Well, reluctantly I have to admit that I'm probably classed as a man now. Hell, I'm only two years away from being thirty-five; by my reckoning that's exactly halfway through my allotted three-score and ten, so you could say I'm actually a middle-aged man! Christ, that's a scary thought. The idea of being a man has some pretty heavy ideals attached to it. Ideals such as wisdom, maturity and honour. Ideals that, despite my advancing years and receding hair-line, I find myself unwilling to embrace.

"Put away childish things"? No, that's not the way of my generation. My generation is one of the first to embrace eternal youth. Not a physical youth, obviously, but a mental one. A stubborn and belligerent refusal to grow-up gracefully, or even grow up at all. A generation of permanent seventeen year olds. My whole house has turned into a sort of multi-roomed teenage boys bedroom. There are film and music posters on the walls; computers, consoles and guitars in the living room, as opposed to a nest of tables and a print of The Haywain. Every room is stuffed with CD's, books, films and games, and there are toys everywhere. The fifteen year old me would kill for all this stuff, and I must admit, so would I. Do I really need it all? Probably not, the place would be a lot neater without it, that's for sure. Does it make me happy? Well, yes, it does actually, certainly happier than I'd be without it.

Comfortable in the knowledge that I'll probably never act my age, I'm about to embark on an adventure that millions of teenagers around the world have embarked upon before me, but one that I missed out on at the time. I'm about to embrace my inner-nerd and immerse myself in the worlds of Table-Top Gaming and "Warhammer-40000". Twenty years too late maybe, but as the old saying goes, 'better late than never!'

Well, one tip really. When you are grocery shopping, always check the "price per 100g" part of the label as well as the price of the item! Last night I was working on what we in the trade call "main aisle". The one with all the beans and soup and gravy and pasta and rice and stuff on. And I was quite shocked to notice that many of the so-called "value packs" actually worked out as being more expensive than buying the same number of individual tins. For example, there is currently an offer on Heinz Tomato Soup, four cans for £2. On the same shelf, right next to these cans are a pre-packed four-pack of the same cans, currently selling for £2.99... and STILL people are buying the four-pack, even though it's a whole British POUND more expensive than buying four single cans! Granted, once the offer on the single cans finishes it'll be cheaper to buy the multi-pack again, but wait, what's this lurking amongst the baked beans? A "Value Pack" of Heinz Baked Beans you say? With the words "Value Pack" emblazoned boldly all across the packaging. Three 200g cans in a cardboard sleeve for £1.57. Right next to them on the shelf are the same sized cans of the exact same product, not on offer this time, but at their regular sale price of 48p. So, three individual cans for £1.44, or three of the same cans in a cardboard sleeve for £1.57. Guess which we sell more of... that's right, the so called "value" packs!

Beware, dear shopper. Beware the "Value" multi-packs!

So, as you may or may not know, I am a YouTube "Bedroom Guitarist". You know the ones I'm talking about, you do a search for a music video on YouTube and instead of what you are after you are inundated with an array of headless guitarists sat in their bedrooms or living rooms playing along to the song you were looking for. There are thousands of us out there. Many from the Far East, (Japan and Korea mostly), countless hoards from the US, and probably just as many from all across Europe. All united by our love of guitar driven music and the need every guitar player has to learn their favourite songs! Thanks to the power and simplicity of YouTube it is now possible for us to share our passion with the whole world. Although, admittedly, it's usually only other guitarists who watch our videos, that's ok because that's exactly the audience we are playing for. It's a great way to challenge, impress and, above all, inspire each other into furthering our knowledge and ability. It's our way of paying tribute to our favourite bands and songs. Just good clean fun!

But in recent months something has happened that threatens the future of our little community. YouTube owners Google have quietly gotten into bed with some big record companies. It seems that when a mega-corporation like Universal or Warner take YouTube to task over copyright violations, they threaten court action, but often settle for becoming partners in the company. In a business sense of the word, obviously. As partners, they are entitled to scan every single video hosted on YouTube, (using a piece of software that does it automatically mind you, there is no human input into this, so there is no differentiation between somebody posting the original song over a picture and a cover video). Now they are flagging our cover versions as Copyright infringement and are removing them from the site, sometimes without notice. Usually you are notified of the removal and allowed to lodge an appeal which can buy a few weeks grace, but at the end of the day the record company that made the initial complaint has the final say, and as such all appeals that I know of have been rejected and the song has been removed.

Yesterday the appeal I had lodged against Warner Music Group against the removal of my cover of Black Sabbath's "War Pigs" was rejected and the video was removed from YouTube. I had appealed on the grounds of "Fair Use". My covers aren't for profit, obviously no-one's going to PAY me to do this stuff! One of the other criteria for fair use is the amount of original material used. In my case the whole song was used as a backing track, but with my guitar screeching all over the top of it, and the fact it's recorded through the built in mic on a digital camera, means that the quality of the original track is diminished so substantially as to be of no use to anyone. Face it, if the only choices you had to listen to War Pigs was to go out and buy a legitimate copy or to listen to my cover version for free, you'd buy the fucking song!

There are also exemptions for educational or parody purposes, both of which could loosely apply to my vids, eg, how NOT to do it, and I'm so bad it could be classed as a parody of the original, in the style of Les Dawson's piano playing :)

The final criteria for a "fair use" exemption is how adversely the usage of the original material will affect it's monetary worth. Speaking more broadly now about the whole cover versions scene, I'd have to say that these videos actually promote the bands in question. It's not as if we are posting full quality soundtracks that people can listen to instead of spending money, so there's no negative effect there. I follow a few of these guys, one of whom is a drummer who plays Strapping Young Lad songs, now, he also covers Gojira songs, a band I had never even heard of before seeing one of this guys cover videos. I now own the two most recent Gojira albums, money in the bank for their record company entirely off the back of a YouTube cover video. These idiots who are ploughing in so heavy handedly are actually going to end up costing themselves money! Jerks.

Here's a video by bass monster ZodiakIronFist who explains it all way better than me!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fUKPg4doUs

If you happen to see this and agree with our point of view, please comment on the video page, or in my comments section, and pass the link on to all your friends! We need all the support we can get if we are going to get these fuckers to see sense.



Anyway, that's it. War Pigs denied. Fuck all I can do about it. Just waiting now for my other videos to start getting pulled.

Tribute is NOT theft. Rock on dudes \m/

Once you've learned how to ride a bike it's something you'll never need to do again. A skill that will be with you until your dying day. Or so the old saying goes anyway. Through painstaking scientific research I've discovered that this statement is, in fact, a big load of arse, to use the technical term.

I learned to ride as a child, (took my cycling proficiency test and everything), and spent many happy years in the saddle. From jumping over house bricks on a B.M.X. (18 off a 1 brick high ramp was my record. My brother did 21 but snapped his bike in half on landing and nearly killed himself), to extreme mountain biking on my racer, (I wasn't going to let the fact I didn't have a mountain bike get in the way). I was very confident in my abilities as a cyclist. Then in my teen years I stopped riding and haven't ridden since.

This was stage one of my scientific experiment: Get good at riding a bike. Stop riding a bike for a VERY long time.

Bringing things back to the present, Lucy bought herself a bike a few weeks ago with the intention of using it to get fit. Now, after replacing my deceased mobile phone I still had a sizeable chunk of Christmas/Birthday money left over and thought, "Fuck it, getting fit is something I should be considering, and I've not had a bike in aaaaaages, plus I'll have someone to go out with so I might actually use it". And Lo, a bike was bought!

This morning was the first chance I've had to go out on it. Just a short run down to Lucy's and back with a nice rest at her house in the middle. A nice gentle start.
Picture a new born deer's first faltering steps and you are some way to imagining what the first few yards of my journey was like. Picture a new born deer trying to ride a bike and you're pretty much there! It was horrible! I was weaving all over the road, couldn't balance, couldn't keep it in a straight line... almost fell off the first time I changed gear, and hand signals?! Forget about it! Both hands clamped onto the handlebars as if my life depended on it! Which it kind of did, as by now I was heading down a steep hill with a bus right behind me!

Anyway, I finally managed to wobble and weave my way to Lucy's without being killed. I think the terror and adrenalin had stopped me from noticing how incredibly fucking exhausted I was. I got into the house, sat on the sofa and promptly died of a heart attack. Sort of. I was breathing like a paedophile at home time, my lungs felt like they were full of fire, my heart was beating so hard it was making the settee vibrate, and my legs just stopped working. They felt like they belonged to somebody else. What you need to bear in mind is that Lucy lives less than half a mile from my house. Oh dear.

So to conclude:
a) You CAN forget how to ride a bike.
b) I'm so unfit I'm probably technically dead.

It snowed for hours last night but the snow on the ground didn't really get much worse the whole time. Then from about five o'clock this morning it absolutely belted down fist-sized snowflakes for just over an hour, the result is there's now more snow on the ground than there has been all week! Lucy is supposed to be going to Plymouth today to some gig or other, but I heard on the radio on the way home that the main road through Devon is completely cut off, with around 200 people having to be rescued from their cars over night. I hope I can make her see sense and call the trip off. But then again, this is Lucy...

Anyway, that's not what I meant to write about today. The snow is relevant, but my friend's stubbornness isn't.

During the worst snow for two decades we find out that the snow clearing duties are the sole responsibility of local councils. Local councils who believe that severe snow is such a rarity that it's not worth investing in snow clearing equipment, or, as it turns out, buying enough grit to keep the roads treated for more than a week or two!

So they think keeping the roads clear is too expensive an operation to justify doing it. Well here's a thought. Everyone who can't get to work today because the council has failed to clear the roads, send them a bill demanding they reimburse you for your lost wages. If your job is better than mine and you still get paid for a snow day, get your employer to bill the council for all the lost hours they incurred.

Maybe, if every time it snows the council is landed with a huge wages bill because of their incompetence, they'll see fit to procure the equipment needed! Bunch of useless money grabbing bastards as they are! What exactly do I pay council tax for?!

I must be getting old. Tonight was the first time in my life that i let the snow stop me getting to work. It's not even that bad, but the crappy council failed to keep even the main arterial road through the valley clear. Useless bunch of pricks as they are. I'm confident enough in my snow driving abilities to think that I could have got there, eventually, but my faith in the abilities of other road users meant I didn't want to risk it. That and there's a great big hill about five miles from home that I'd have to climb, and if I got stuck that's a hell of a long walk home in the snow!

Enough procrastinating, time to tidy up a bit.

I finally got around to giving Keri her birthday present on Saturday, only a month and a half late, (sorry mate!), and went on to spend the night in Bristol with her and Gavin and Robert Englund. Alright, not actually Robert Englund, but we watched four very different horror films and he had cameos in three of them!

The films in question were Hatchet, (very funny good old fashioned slasher movie), Jack Brooks: Monster Slayer, (a plumber with anger-management issues takes on Robert Englund's Demonically possessed science teacher), and finally, Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon, (really good take on the modern slasher movie, described by Gav as "What Scream would have been like if it hadn't been made for cunts"). We also crammed in Fido, a real gem of a Zombie movie, set in the 50's (I think) and staring Billy Connolly as a house trained zombie! Unfortunately there was no Robert Englund cameo in this one, which would obviously have made it better!
Throw in lots of booze, a brief trip to the pub and a delicious pizza and I think it's safe to say it was pretty much the perfect Saturday night! Cheers guys!

I even had a pleasant drive home. I left Bristol at just the right time to catch the sunset as I was crossing the Severn Bridge. It was a beautiful sight even though the sun itself had already dropped below the horizon. Behind me was the onrushing night, an ominous blackness made all the more impressive by the dark storm clouds stretching their fingers out as if to pull me back. Ahead of me the sky was blood red, with distant clouds silhouetted like huge floating mountains against it. Higher up, Venus was just starting to shine through where the pale yellows on the fringe of the sunset were giving way to the delicate blues of the coming night. All around me the river a living, changing thing; a reflection of the chaos and beauty of the sky above. At once as bright as a mirror and as dulled as a piece of slate...

Shame I didn't have my camera on me really.

Newport was brought to a standstill yesterday morning by the sheer volume of vulture-like bargain hunters who had come to pick over the still twitching corpse of Woolworths "Big W" superstore on the edge of town.

After giving Kris a lift to work, (the lazy bugger had slept late and missed his bus), I found myself in our nearest and newest city at store opening time. I figured I'd try and make a start on my Christmas shopping, and after hearing the sad news of Woolworths imminent demise, (and subsequent clearance sale), I thought I'd try my luck at the Big W. I arrived at five minutes past nine and the car park was already on the way to being full. The store itself was festooned with banners proclaiming "Up to 50% off! Biggest Sale EVER!!!". Having seen this I was rather disappointed to find that the emphasis had been put on the "Up To" part of the statement, with most things that I'd even consider buying having a measly 10% reduction, whereas the 50% reductions were reserved for a few rarefied items that only mad old women tend to buy, such as travel irons, toilet-roll covers and anything made by JML. After wandering around for twenty minutes and spectacularly failing to find a single Christmas gift I gave up and left.

By now a tailback was building up of traffic waiting to turn into the retail park where Woolies is located, but the traffic flowing back out towards the motorway was moving freely. I made the mistake of heading back towards town to go to Tesco rather than going straight home. The extra half an hour was enough for the tailback to have stretched all the way back out of town, across the roundabout by the Patent Office and on out to the motorway! The tailback was completely blocking the Patent Office roundabout and had thus stopped all traffic moving in all directions. It was a fucking farce of biblical proportions! I left Tesco at around ten o'clock, and the forty minute journey home ended up taking over two hours!

I am just this minute returned from the Children of Boredom/Machine Head/Slipknot gig in Cardiff. I'm very tired and even more very drunk, so my apologies if this entry is a little rambling and indecipherable. Woah, I can't be that drunk, I spelt indecipherable correctly on the first go!

Anyway, I just thought I'd make a note of how I've had an epiphany when it comes to Slipknot. I've always dismissed them as a manufactured style-over-substance type of band, and while there is certainly an argument for this, it may not be entirely fair, or entirely a bad thing. Think Slipknot, think 12 year olds in Slipknot t-shirts. This is entirely accurate, there were plenty of young kids at tonight's show, many with out-of-place disgruntled mothers in tow, but it's not necessarily bad. You see, these kids turn up to see Slipknot headlining the show, and before they know it a band like Machine Head comes on and absolutely dominates the proceedings. I have to admit that Slipknot were good, they had a cracking stage set-up, and Cory did his best to work the crowd, (including a slightly bizarre moment where he got the whole crowd to crouch down on the floor), but Machine Heads performance, stage presence and material just blew them away. And I couldn't help thinking that all those little kids who only ever really listen to Slipknot may have learned something, may have been turned on to another band or encouraged to seek out new things themselves. And for that I salute Slipknot, may they long continue to take bands on tour with them who are so much better than they are, for the sake of the future of metal!

Children of Bodom on the other hand, were bollocks.

I always end up feeling really frustrated with myself when I have a week off. I just can't seem to get anything done because I become obsessed with sleeping! Take yesterday for instance. The night before I'd made the mistake of going for a nap in the afternoon and managed to sleep well into the night, so, having bugger all else to do I watched some Kung Fu movies and played Assassins Creed on X-Box. Somehow doing stuff like clearing out the spare room doesn't seem like the thing to do at three in the morning, and so nights off tend to be frittered away in front of a screen of one kind or another. Then it's fourteen hours later and I haven't done anything useful, and I'm tired again. Yesterday I had archery club at 7:00, so come 2:00pm I decided I'd get a couple of hours kip in order to be refreshed enough to go. You don't want to do archery tired, it gets very frustrating. So I got up at six, and just felt so stewed and fuzzy headed that I didn't go in the end anyway. Come midnight I was falling asleep on the sofa so I took myself off to bed where I managed another pointless four hours of sleep. I've been lead in bed for hours reading and watching crap in the interweb. Which of course means I'm going to be nodding off at about tea time... oh it's a hard life!


Hahaha... man, I just read over that. I suck. *slaps self in face* Get up and stop bitching about shit that doesn't matter Jones! Just get on with it! At least you haven't got to go to work.