sarren

One of the writers of CoE is polite as he asks people to stop abusing him.

As soon as I work out how to comment on the blog (if that's even possible any more) I'm going to tell him that I think it was some of the best sci-fi television I've ever seen.

The only time I remember I'm on Facebook is when someone friends me.

TWICE this week I've had completely strangers friend me, I can only assume, because we have the same first name. WTF, people with weird first names unite?

I have spent my entire adult life avoiding gaming.

Today, Dragonfly and Bunny taught me to play Settlers.

Then we went to the Swancon bbq fundraiser, and hadn't been seated for more than ten minutes when _bigjobbies_ descended on us with a block game (like Tetris except with actual blocks and three dimensional).

The bbq was lovely, the weather was perfect and the people were, as always, awesome. I even remembered to invite my best mate and her family along.

I've buggered up my knee again chasing small children around. I'm really going to not do exercisey type stuff that puts any kind of stress on it. So, does anybody actually, seriously, swim for exercise? I really want to know how you manage to not give up out of the boredome of it.

Most significantly - I appear to have made all sorts of rash promises about attending gaming events and inviting people over to my house to play.

Got home about 1am this morning - what can I say? This public service crowd I've fallen in with like to party.** Yes, okay, we were playing Eucre. Whatever.

Anyhow, didn't turn on lights, went straight to my room, where both cats were asleep on my bed.

Woke up this morning, there's a uneven trail of blood droplets from the front door to the food bowls, an extra fun spray of blood around there and then bloody paw prints leading into the lounge room.

The cats seem fine and we've checked their mouths and can't see any teeth missing.


**At least I wasn't drunk this time.

Ever thought about an Enigma/Fatboy Slim remix?

Why not?

Clearly, it takes an idiot a level of genius that only a few can aspire to.

Either that, or some doofus attempting to record Enigma over a Fatboy Slim tape that's been sitting in the car for a couple of years.

It's weirdly compelling.