I am 25 and it is pressie time.

I just looked, and it seems that I haven't updated my blog in a week.

Well, feck the lot of you. I had stuff to do, people to see blah blah blah.

Crimbo is only a few days away, I need to pick up my offical DSL modem from the post office and there are still a few presents to buy.

I can't believe the ISP is sending me out a bloody Zyxel... In my opinion, the Zyxel is one of the worse modems that one can own, next to the "Squiddy" Alcatel. I already have a Netopia modem, but the ISP insists that I use the one they provide. I don't see why as I am familiar with broadband technology and I am even more familiar with the Netopia. Feck them, is what I say.

Presents : I have bought half of the presents so far and it looks like I'll buy the rest on Christmas Eve, during the traditional session with the family in town. Yay..... Dwunk shopping is fun!!!!

A.C.E :
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Will have a look in amazon to check it out.

All manga is good, whether its dark or not. Its all about seeing how many penguins you can fit in the trunk.

Dear gods, a defrag!?!?!?!?!?? Why do you hate yourself, or the pc? Simply wave a hammer in front of it and, you'd be surprised, the computer will not do anything differently. All this does is make you look threatening and slightly deranged. But its still fun!!!

Broadband is nice. I'd say look into IrishBroadband as they are expanding and offering new services like RipWave(Wireless) which is really nice.

I am 25 and Christmas is looking good.

Okay.... this is getting interesting.

Christmas is just around the corner, the snow has not shown up as usual, and dogs are getting antlers stapled to their heads.

Broadband is nearly ready in the apartment.... I tried with a dsl modem and am getting sync'ed up. Now all I need is my username and password to work and I am up and running.

I can't give away too many details at the moment, 'cos some of my family may be reading this and I don't want to spoil the plot for them.

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A.C.E.
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1) As they say... "You can't keep living a lie!", so I don't anymore. fcuk it! Its a problem I live with, but I'm not going to make it any easier for others to deal with.
2) Eyeshields. That is only one of many that are available.... I am also, at some stage, going with my freaky eyeball idea. I was thinking of a load of different ideas for a new eyeball.
3) It took a while, but I got it. Hell, I can understand knackers for feck sake. How hard can gibberish be!?!?!?!?

Gladofwar
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You were pretty much right. Its not going to become a full time thing, just a once-off to clear the air on a few things that had been bugging my mind.

I think, instead of explaining the history over and over again, I'll just give them the link to my blog and tell them to check it out if they really want to know.

My mind is a lot better since.

Lying was fun, but then you have to track all the lies and keep up with them or else people will catch you out and call you a fraud or worse.

I always practise my laughs... What else is there to do when you are waiting around for Armageddon to show up?

Unknown :
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Post your bloody name. Stop being a fecking moocher and stand up and be counted among the masses.

A.C.E. :
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I am always into trippy music such as Stone Roses, Jean Michelle Jarre, Sultans of Ping etc.

The movies are welcome, but I have a backlog of stuff to watch first. So, its your call.

I am 25 and I have a confession for the masses.

Its all true people.

This is my big confession.

I have not been completely honest with all you fellow readers. Particularly when I described what caused me to loose an eye.

Here is the official telling of how it was.....

It was a great party, I'd saved loads of money to blow it all in that one night. We were all wasted, and I was depressed. I had bought the crossbow previously and had already planned to commit suicide that night. I was trying to cope with what I felt was so much pressure and I was losing the battle, badly.
So I did what I thought was the right thing to do, suicide. I waited until everyone else had crashed and I sat in my bed, pointed the crossbow at my eye and fired. You would think that from a range of 1 inch that a crossbow would have done more damage, but it doesn't. I don't know how so many people die from crossbows, or how a crossbow can be considered a good weapon, after the "incident".
Not to worry though. I am after getting over my issues and I have returned to normal society. I now have a scar running across my head after the operation, an eye shield(not a full eyeball) and a desire to live.
For christmas I am going to get myself a new eyeshield with a design of my choice on it.... anyone remember the bad guy's eye from "Last Action Hero"... I will have those eyes. :)


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ACE :
I have already tried meditating and I feel that it will help me out.
Damn skippy on the coffee front. Although I no longer drink coffee, so they may keep their decaf.

gladofwar :

I have already considered it, and I came to the conclusion that it is a question of personal taste rather than a society-dictated opinion.

Not always correct about the relaxing.... Try living on a farm. You work, there is no relaxing in it when you are trying to keep up with 2 people throwing bales of hay at you.

Master Bates may disagree with you there, for it is known that after a good "session" with Pam and her sisters, you are more relaxed and your mind is more at rest.

"chouse the middle way" -> if this means anal sex then you can forget it.... no woman wants anything penetrating their most holiest of holes.

I am 25 and I am learning to meditate.

I figure I need to know how to meditate because lately I seem so wound up about everything.... I mean, getting stressed because somebody gave you a cup of decaf instead of strong coffee is just not right.

A lot of things are piling up and I don't have a big enough shovel(What a lovely metaphor).

Anyway, things are not all that bad.... I am having a good time in the new flat, I still have my sanity and insanity, the gophers have stopped nipping at my ankles, and the waves are settling.

For all people thinking I am going to become a bible-bashing freak, feck off. I am a freak already, I don't need religion to screw everything up.

I am also cutting coffee out of my diet as I feel it is increasing my stress levels.

Role Playing should be commencing this Saturday, so I will have a detailed diatribe(I think thats the word I want) describing everything that happens in the game. Also, the same commentary will appear on a mates site because he is too lazy/overloaded with stuff, to do it himself.

I am 25 and "They" are nearby.....

So, what do you do when the world has ended???? Do you give up and call it a day? Do you cower down and cry like a baby? Or do you insert more credits and click continue before the timer runs out?

I plead insanity due to intoxicating elements introduced into my regular water supply by a government desperate to silence the outcry of one upset citizen.... because we all know it only takes one person to ruin everyone's day.

Coming soon to a web-blog near you will be a day-by-day, blow-by-blow account of a group of mutants striving for recognition, a chance to be free, and a true moment of justice prevailing against all odds.

Thats right, in it's crypticness(????, don't ask), I have announced the documentation of a role-playing game that mysaelf and a few mates will be playing over the coming weeks, months, years.... who knows how long a good game can go on? Gary Gygax... I think not.

More details will follow as I know them, which I obviously don't at the time of writing. All I can tell you is about my character.

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Name : Phoenix Darkdirk
Mutant Cover Name : Tank
Brief Description : Built like a brick shithouse and half as intelligent... this guy goes through the wall instead of around it. As read in a book, "He has an I.Q. of 2, but it takes 3 to grunt!".
History : "Tank" was raised on a farm in Arizona by his not-so-loving family who abused his strength by working him unmercifully into the ground. Finally the moment came when Tank could break free. Unforunately, he joined the army. While in the army, Tank trained harder and longer than any of the other soldiers to become the ultimate killing machine.
While on recon with his platoon, Tank stumbled upon a rebel nova fleeing a crime. The nova didn't hesitate to pick up Tank and swing him through as many trees as possible. The result of this caused Phoenix to "erupt".
Tank fell, screaming, to the ground as he clutched at his head. When he stood up again, he had gained an extra foot in height and his muscles had bulged and ripped his clothes. However, the transformation into a mutant damaged what little of Phoenix's sanity was left, rendering him as dumb as a plank.
Shortly afterward, the rest of the platoon showed up and as Tank came round, he lashed out with the nearest object, a fallen tree. The devastation was complete, not a single soldier was left standing or unhurt. The rebel nova was never caught and Tank was dismissed from the army. Tank has since harboured a secret hate against all mutants, denying the fact that he too is a mutant.
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What to do when the water starts leaking in......
Plug up the holes and start panicing.

In the words of a brother that I can only admire "Its all good!"

P.S. I admire all my brothers equally, it only took a while for one particular brother.