Star Wars Episode 2 – Attack of the Clones.

I finished a site yesterday, so today I treated myself to the afternoon off, and went to see Star Wars 2, it needed a couple of changes, in my ever so humble opinion, firstly: cut out all of Anakin’s dialog, you don’t have to cut him out entirely, just the bits where he talks. Secondly, more of that cool Yoda shit. Hot damn. That had people in the audience actually cheering out and clapping, something that doesn’t seem to happen too terribly often.

Had fried pork at Minsokchon on the way home, hot damn those Korean folk know how to cook potatoes.

Force Powers!

I had a dream last night — after I managed to get back to sleep (thanks a lot Dylan, you inconsiderate fat fuck, maybe you’d like it if I’d watch infomercials outside your door next time?) — Anyway my dream, I had control of the force, it was awesome… It was a lot of effort making a rock hover, but it was very satisfying nonetheless, I mean, what person of my generation didn’t want some force powers?

Bloody upgrades, eh?

By the way, I know the damn restaurants thing isn’t working right, bloody Dylan broke it when he upgraded his box… And I haven’t had a chance to have a look and fix it.

CheapAss DishScraper 2000

The Gaping Maw of DoomIt appears I forgot to mention that I managed to get the dishwasher going! It’s our good new ninety dollar friend.

Previously, drrrty dishes would pile up in the sink until they overflowed onto the floor.

This would result in little red saying things like "I think someone should do the dishes", this would be met with responses like:

  • "I don’t want to" from me.
  • Pathetic girlish crying from Dylzno.
  • Or even: doing the dishes from Callum.

Now, it’s a race between the flatmates to see who can get the dishes done first, except Dylzno, you’d probably have to hit him with a cattle prod to get him to actually do something, also, he probably doesn’t even know that we have a dishwasher*. Also, Callum hasn’t bothered yet, but he’s only made one dirty plate, anyway.

* This is a lie, he knows full well.

My good Nigerian friend.

Another one of my good Nigerian friends wants to share part of his estate with me, this time, though, I’d have to travel to Europe to help him out with getting his hands on his money. I’m too busy for that right now, even for "47 million (US DOLLARS)". If someone else would like to help him out, please let me know. I’ll need your full name, all your phone and fax numbers, physical address, account numbers, and permission for him to steal all your money.