Eurgh

Bad mood. Not sure why.

I think I gave myself food poisoning. That's never a good thing, really. I thought I was going to die.

This Easter holiday SHOULD be awesome. Good people are in town, there's lots of plans, I'm going to be busy and probably drunk a lot, but... I don't know if I can be bothered with that. I don't want to have to care. Strange.

Ryan is having an odd week.

So this whole week, I've felt really, really fucking happy. I don't know why. Nothings changed, I'm not getting laid, I'm still a hairy flabby beast and I still have inexplicable bouts of crushing stomach pain but I'm really happy. It was a good fucking week, I felt comfortable just walking around for one of the first times in my life.

Anyway, Watchmen Sunday, which was epic beyond god's machinations for his big blue sphere of corruption and masturbation. I got Resident Evil 5, after, which is insanely good. I don't remember what happened Monday through Wednesday. I know I saw some people, I just don't remember whom when or where. Oh well. Thursday Pippa popped over which was nice as I hadn't seen her in a while. Also Harries got back into town which is good news, the first of the pilgrims returning from the evil U. 

Friday me and Murraykins played Resident Evil and shot some Africans, Arabians, a white lady, and some men that looked like Stalin in the face/knee/back of the face. I then got an impromptu text from Chris of the Brooks variety asking if I wanted to go play 4 player Monster Hunter round John's (Theies) house.

I don't expect you to understand the glory that these short 3 and a half hours held. I threw over 300 hours into Monster Hunter on my own, and here I was playing it with 3 other people at the same time. We boiled a crab. It was sweet.

Today was Winchester open day and I damn well love the place. Beautiful architecture, beautiful women, beautiful. Me and Murray wandered round town for a while and decided it was heaven. Then we met Jemma and her friend Sarah and went Subway. It was just generally good.

And now I'm at home with a Dr. Pepper, an Xbox360 and Pendulous Skin by Mastodon which is the strangest but greatest 'summery' song ever. Life is good.

(Disclaimer; Ryan is not responsible for Death By Faggotry from the soppiness of the above blog. Nor is he responsible for either entering a rage and killing your parents nor bringing you to tears through rapid insults when he does suffer the inevitable Depression Comedown.)

A pitch, of sorts.

Contemplating switching literary priorities to a Sci-Fi project. 

It's going to have dual storylines that appear at first to be the story of a man in modern Britain, 2009, and his distant blood relation in the year 3152. 

The storyline is going to build up and have subliminal hints about the overarching themes until they begin to intertwine into a huge plot twist which questions time travel, religion, god's, space travel, and all that good stuff.

Essentially I don't want to debunk religion, I just wish to offer a nerdy alternative.

Thoughts on a postcard.

BELIEVE.

Horjay.

Pippa did my HTML for me cause she's sexy and what not, so go Pippa.

Anyway, in Ryan news, life is dull. I literally revolve around zombies now. 

I watched Night of the Living Dead, Planet Terror, and 28 Days Later on Thursday. I played Dead Rising, Resident Evil, and Left 4 Dead (in which I played as a zombie and ate someones face) on Friday. 

Today? I drew up a plan. A plan of how I will make my escape from my room and reach Sainsbury's, a list of the people who will be useful to collect, a list of places I can get provisions, and a plan of action.

While some people might think this is sad, I think it's fucking awesome.

In other news, my stomach is fucked. I've been having a CVS episode for about a week now and it's worrying. Went to the doctors on Tuesday who felt me up then sent me to hospital for a blood test, so whatever. We'll find out if I'm dying or not on Tuesday of next week, hooray.

Needeth No Pompous Title.

Yeah, yeah, today was fine, whatever.

I'll cut to the chase; one of you should do my html for me. That's all. Make it pretentious please.

V-Day Landings

Today I stormed the beaches of my inability to feel love or indeed lust for anyone around me and was beaten soundly. The result of this defeat was that I decided to stay in my house and brood rather than attempt to make an attempt to defuse my seething bile-cannon aimed towards my attitude towards women. Then again where was I gonna go? Fuckin' pub, that's where.

So instead I watched Burn After Reading (genius; like Shakespearian tragedy) and the first episode of The Wire, which was decent, but I fell asleep. Impossible to watch an hour long gritty drama and maintain attention after watching a film.

I also realised what my main irk with the new iteration of Skins was. It's the fact that there is a tangible antagonist, in the form of that gangster played by Mackenzie Crook. In season 1 and 2, the episodes played out with obstacles like Cassies suicide attempt, Sid's lust for Michelle, Tony's genius bus-crash, and the death of Chris. All of these were hideously bleak, and inavoidable, which was nice - that was why I watched it. It was deliciously over the top and horrifically depressing. I thrived off of that.

Now, it's like fucking Pokemon, the cartoon series. Seriously, let me draw a metaphor here.

Okay, so the 'gang' has been established way too quickly. In 1 & 2 there were always disagreements and big, foreboding tensions between them (i.e, Sid & Tony). But already all the girls and boys are practically hi-fiving each other, selling drugs to help their new Congo friend stay in the country. Then, Mackenzie Crook does his whole bad guy routine, yet gets beaten. Comically.

Mackenzie Crook and his gangsters are Team Fucking Rocket from Pokemon. There's the 'comic' stupidity, the foiled attempts to beat the kids (which hasn't actually happened yet; bullshit. A real gangster would have murdered them all by now - twice). Crook might as well have flown into the sky and twinkled after he shat himself after eating those chillies.

Cook, the despicable tit, is the arrogant Ash, Emo Brown Guy (who's name I've forgotten) is Brock in his irritating faux maturity, Effy is Misty, the bossy, serious bitch, and JJ and Pandora are motherfucking Pokemon. Comic characters with little effect on the story but to be the bitches of the arrogant and demanding wankers in the foreground. 

Despicable. Pokemon plagiarism.