Your arms are broken!
11th February 2006
 
Terrorists, your game is through! I've decided to update my shit one week after my last update because you won't be expecting it and I'll have the element of surprise. You are free to complain that this short update is not good enough for you, but you'll be wrong to do so.
 
On the subject of topics, some blingwad has been video-searching the word "belch" every fucking day for the last few weeks using a number of obscure search engines. This is seemingly to view my "lame downing" video whilst ignoring the Disco-downing video that might actually be of entertainment to a normal person. This is a really creepy thing to do, so knock it off! Jeez Louise!
 
Mr Jerky AKA Chairman Wow!
 
 
Saturday 4th February 2006:
Spent all day running about in World of Warcraft, which seems to be the only thing I do on weekends these days. I formed a "guild" called TEAM ORCPOINTZ, mainly because I wanted a nifty tabard. I had to go with the skull and crossbones because they didn't have any dollar signs. I may have to suggest this, along with a /flip emote. It wouldn't have to be anything too fancy with animation and all that, just a bit of script that says "[your name] flips [target] off". I'd use it all the time.
 
Monday 6th February 2006:
Was walking home from work when I saw a bald, middle-aged man zipping about the streets on roller skates. As practical a form of transport this may be, it just doesn't look right. I walked on for a bit. I was thinking of ways to write about this with a point or punchline at the end, when he somehow snuck-up from behind and whizzed past, just inches from where I was standing. What a cunt!
 
Wednesday 8th February 2006:
I overheard someone banging on about how the French will "start another war" by publishing those Danish cartoons, just like they did with "World War II". Not a lot shocks me at work, but this did. I understand that most people are happy living their lives blissfully unaware of their own history, just as I'm happy living my life unaware of what celebrities are up to off-screen or what's going on in the Big Brother house, BUT: I assumed everyone got the gist of World War II. Even if it's just enough to "justify" acting like spastics abroad during the World Cup. And that's on this year, remind me to hide for a month.
 
In the kitchen, some metrosexual-type was prattling on about the "retail therapy" he did last night, actually using that expression. That guy needs to hand in his testicles to the proper authorities because he is no man. Later, I spent the afternoon searching through bags of paperwork from the outsource team, which were reliably full of pubic hair. They like to throw in clumps of the stuff, possibly for "good measure". Fucking savages, I'm telling you.
 
Friday 10th February 2006:
I finally came face-to-face with the fucker who'd already claimed my name on "WoW" (07/10/05). This is what he looks like. For a moment I considered confronting him about the situation, but figured "you stole my name and I want it back" was a really stupid argument that I'd be doomed to lose. So here is a picture of Jercullus with some ogre crap. A lot of games wouldn't include this level of detail.
 
Later, blingwad.

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