Friday, 24 December 2010

Last Night of Calm?

I've dragged my Mac downstairs, typing away as I watch the new episodes of Peep Show that I somehow missed he first time around.
It occurs to me that this is going to be my last 'calm' night for a short while. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, meaning that my mum is going to be running around all day making various desserts and other tasty things (which I won't be able to eat until Saturday, bah!), my dad will be trying to be helpful and I'll be wandering around, generally getting in the way and putting purple chemicals on my head. Such fun.

Then there's Christmas Day, and once you think that there'll be an extra 7 people in the house, it kind of speaks for itself.

Boxing day, the all come back again to continue to be social and eat leftovers. Oh, tasty leftovers! I like Christmas leftovers so much more than 'Christmas Food'. I mean, when else can you viably make a sandwich with two kinds of stuffing or use butter as a dip?

The day after that, I'll be running around like a mad thing, getting stuff together for New Years.

The day after that, I'll be bus-ing it up to Edinburgh, meeting up with Phoe and bumming around the airport.

After that? With any luck, I'll be in Sweden.
I have no idea what it's going to be like for that week over in Swedenland, but I'm sure I'm not going to have a night where I'll be sat cross-legged with a Mac on my lap, watching a short marathon of a selection of comedy programmes.

And oh, how completely, non-sarcastically glad I am!
Thursday, 23 December 2010

Survival Horror

Me being Pyramid Head. Please excuse my
rather crap pyramid. Next year's version
will be epic. Oh yes...
Yesterday, finding myself with little to do, I switched on my XBox and started playing Silent Hill: Homecoming. I got this game in Asda a while back, wanting to have my own copy of the game. I had played it at a friend's house previously, but I never got to finish it.
It's a bit bad, really, that I had the game for so long without playing it. I often say that Silent Hill is my favourite game series, you see. Though, that statement is a bit bad in itself.
Yes, I love Silent Hill and yes, I own all of the games, even a 'black label' version of the original, but I have only completed SH1 and Origins. I've played quite far though SH2, but never finished it. I've played a fair way into Shattered Memories, but I stopped when the summer happened and never managed to finish it. SH3 and 4 have never even been taken out of their boxes.
I love this series enough to cosplay as Pyramid Head at Halloween, but no enough, it seems, to play the games.
Terrible, really, isn't it?

I say I love survival horror games, which is also true, but again, I hardly play them. There's the afore-mentioned Silent Hill, but then I've also got Resident Evil, RE: Code Veronica X and RE4, all sitting along side Alone In The Dark and Alone In The Dark: The New Nightmare. Again, none of these have seen the light of day (except RE, but I kept getting killed by the first and/or second monster I came across and, consequently, got fed up. That and I couldn't figure out the controls.) I've played a few of those games, like my sister's boyfriend's copy of RE4 on the Wii, but never my own copies.

And then there's Haunting Ground.
Haunting Ground was amazing, but I stopped playing it.
"Why?", you may ask.
Because I was playing it one night in the dark. My parents were out, meaning I was the only person in the house.
I can't remember what it was, exactly, but something in that game scared the hell out of me. Maybe it was all the tension and atmospheric fear building up and it all got too much, but that last time that Debilitas caught up to me and the screen blacked out, leaving only the sound of my character's bones crunching, I couldn't play anymore. I immediately turned off my Playstation, unplugged it and ran upstairs to my room, turning all of the lights on as I went.

Any other game I've played, may it be Silent Hill, Resident Evil, F.E.A.R, or any game with some kind of zombie-like creatures in it, I could quite happily pop them in the appropriate console and play them to my heart's content.
But Haunting Ground?
There's no way that's even coming out of the box unless I have someone sitting next to me that I can hide behind when Debilitas comes to find me.
Friday, 17 December 2010

Wolfey and Ridiculousness

I am a juiceaholic.
I am addicted to juiceahol.
Oh my, what a fun day I've had.

Yes, it did start with me waking up at a ridiculous time for me, ie. 6am, but that resulted in me having a whole bottle of juice.

It also meant that I was awake enough to read the text from my sister, which promised free lunch if I met her in town for a mooch around the shops.
There was much mooching indeed. 80% of the time was her looking at clothes for either herself or her boyfriend (who is, apparently, completely incapable of buying clothes, and if left to his own devices would "probably come home in furs or be running around outside naked with a club").

OMG, tea!
My reward for putting up with all of this uninteresting shopping was £15 to go and spend in one of Middlesbrough's wonderful little shops - the Pop Up Studio.
The council has this thing going - 'We Are Open' - In which they let out empty shops to crafty-folk for short periods of time. At the moment, one of the units has jewellery and sock creatures. Yes. Sock creatures. And they're fantastic.
The two of us got three little sock-dudes - Pumpkin, Rhino and Muffin, the second and third of which will be coming with me to Sweden.

(Just searched on google - the girl who made them goes to my college. I think. Woah. Actually, I think I met her that time I was being ridiculous and hiding behind a table from Caroline's possible words to someone else.)

Following that, there was a little bit more shopping for clothes, and then was that free lunch I'd been promised. We talked about going to Oodles for some noodles as we'd somehow never been, but instead ended up in a wonderful little tea house.
I didn't even know Middlesbrough had a tea house, never mind a tea house with "over 60 World Teas" and home-made cake.
We got a seemingly endless pot of Autumn Tea (which actually did taste like Autumn - like trees and leaves and things), and I got myself thoroughly covered in stickiness from a couple of crumpets with honey.
Om nom.

Now, that doesn't sound like there was nearly enough ridiculousness in my day to warrant that word being used in my title.
And no, there wasn't really.
But another apparently ridiculous thing, disapprovingly ridiculous, even, is keeping me quite happy.
To my disapprovers - Up yours! I don't care about your disapprovingness. 

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

Charlotte Lusk and the unfortunate incident of being thought up by me

Pratting about on Facebook, I came across a draft-note.
Luke, my friend and fellow circus freak had asked me to send it to him after he'd asked me about one of my characters.
This is the best I can do, writing wise. Makes me sad.

The chains clinked together as I was dragged forwards, both those restraining my hands and the one connected to a collar that was placed around my neck. My neck, of all things. Surely these people knew the apparent reason as to why they were taking me away or, at least, they had seen the bruising around my neck. Not only did it hurt to be dragged along in a manner which resembled far too closely my supposed crime, but I felt degraded to the level of an animal. Was it necessary for me to be tied in chains? Did they fear that I would escape and, god forbid, try to hang myself again? Did they think that, given half the chance, I would turn on them and attack like some rabid dog? They think too much of themselves. I wasn’t going to waste my strength on them. There was only one thing on my mind. Revenge.
I was violently jerked forwards and tripped. Small, sharp stones cut into my knees. I struggled to right myself as it turns out exceedingly difficult to push oneself back to one’s feet with wrists that could move no less than a few inches apart and even less so from your waist. My neck-chain was tugged sharply, pulling my head up out of the dirt. An angry face glared down at me.
“Get up, Wolfe.” He said, his voice filled with disgust.
My eyes widened. Wolfe? What lies had she told these people? I dared not ask, but from that one word, I knew she had made up her own story, giving me the name from mine. I could not help but cry and my tears stung the gashes upon my left cheek as I forced myself to my feet. I would not give these people and, since this was all her doing, Elisa, the satisfaction of letting them believe I was weak. I was not going to suffer for their enjoyment.

I hate that I can create characters and have them live their lives seamlessly inside my head, but I cannot for the life of me get it down in words.

Friday, 3 December 2010


I just realised something.

At 'The Day The Gypsies Came' at college, I made a little person out of string and ended up selling him to Sarah for 10p.

19. Sell something I've made

Yes, it counts.
Thursday, 2 December 2010

Popcorn? Sod the popcorn!

I have quite a few films I want to see before the end of the year. Some I have recorded on the V+ box downstairs (they need to be watched, most have been there for months), some will be at the cinema, some I just have and need to watch.

  1. Splice 
  2. The Runaways 
  3. White Noise 
  4. The Exorcist
  5. Death Note
  6. Death Note: The Last Name
  7. Borat
  8. Battle Royale II
  9. Diary of the Dead
  10. Gothika
  11. The Descent
  12. This is Spinal Tap
  13. The Blair Witch Project 
  14. Saw III
  15. Grave of the Fireflies
  16. Beetlejuice
  17. The Omen
  18. 300 
  19. Paprika
  20. Megamind
  21. Monsters
  22. Unstoppable
  23. London Boulevard 

I can manage it, right?

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