2010

The new decade has just started, a different kind of decade. It was all over us before we had the chance to notice something. It is strange like diving in deep water going depper and deeper in the cold and dark and you suddenly hit the surface with a huge smile on your face. Unbelivable.

Yesterday, I made a girl cry

Well It was not really my fault, she was not upset on me, I just said the wrong thing at the worst possible time but then I made her laugh, she did both the same time, for a while...

Nothing lasts forever man.

Well after two long years I will finally say goodbye to London for now at least. There were good times and bad times, I like this place and hate it in the same time. It was valuable experience but it was enough i guess.
Let's move on...

Cause and effect

Mike found it, John freaked out Chelsea got worried, Stu got sick, Joseph was polite, Mike left town, Pete stayed home so I had to come in the fuckin' office today even though its Saturday and the Sun is shining for a change...

Broadband again

After a couple of days of fiddling with phone sockets, wires and hopelessly broken web interfaces I can proudly announce that we have broadband in our flat once again. It is quite an achievement in UK standards, I think it took no more than a week. Yesterday I had a failed attempt to use a wireless transmitter to move all the cables somewhere out of sight which of course failed miserably, I just hope that the shop will refund it somehow.
I guess I will have to fall back to the standard cable+Blu-Tack combo now, well ups and downs....

And now something completely different...

Sad Robot

The Lord of the Rings

I had a feeling that they were ahead of their time...

Quote of the Day

"It's the strange thing about this church: it is obsessed with sex, absolutely obsessed. Now they will say, we with our permissive society and our rude jokes are obsessed -- no, we have a healthy attitude: we like it, it's fun, it's jolly. Because it's a primary impulse, it can be dangerous and dark and difficult. It's a bit like food in that respect, only even more exciting. The only people who are obsessed with food are anorexics and the morbidly obese, and that in erotic terms is the Catholic church in a nutshell."

Stephen Fry (The Intelligence Squared Debate)

Manga vs Comics

And that's terrible ;)

Point and Click

Goodbye Sober Day ...

Demon's Souls a.k.a Ars Moriendi

So here I am, after about 150 sudden and not so sudden deaths in a couple of hours of wandering across the desolated castle of Boletaria. To sum it up in a few words, I had an advanced training in horrible virtual death. This game is brutal. There is no way to pause or save your progress, all the demons spawn back after you die so you have to kill them over and over again.

After a couple of hours I accomplished just one thing: to open a door which gives me a shortcut to the second part of the first level. That's about it.
What makes this game really thrilling is that you risk everything on every encounter. If you die you have to fight your way back to the bloodspot you left and eventually recover the souls you gathered before (which btw is the currency in the game). The whole world is designed as a very efficient killing machine with the one purpose of burning crushing and chopping you to little bloody pieces. Giving the way the game is designed after a while you tend to chicken out and to hesitate to go further.You tend not me...

Tonight I will descend into the darkness of Boletaria again and after that I will give you more...

Demon's Souls

DS was launched in USA and Japan only and got excellent reviews, after a bit of struggle to find someone who sell the thing and a hefty price paid finally I have it. Here's a fragment from the reviews:


Once you get your body back, finally, the very fear of losing it again makes you chicken, reluctant to probe too far into unfamiliar caverns. Demon's Souls can inspire sheer terror, make you fear for your life; you never know what's lurking around the next corner, exactly whom those two glowing red eyes in the dark at the end of the tunnel belong to, but you do know that whatever it is, it will probably hurt you. Badly.


More on this later....

This is cool :)

A bunch of assholes

Never a big fan and since they messed with Napster just to get another swimming pool or something I saw them as hypocrites but this comes unexpected.

James Hetfield told German TV that part of him was proud the US military chose the band’s music to torture prisoners at Guantanamo Bay...


"It represents something that they don’t like—maybe freedom, aggression… I don’t know… Freedom of speech."


A bunch of assholes ... (The Dude).

Quote of the day

I got home at last and crawled into bed next to my girlfriend. I told her I'd had an epiphany that night [about using stencils] and she told me to stop taking that drug 'cos it's bad for your heart.
(Banksy)

Moving in London, the tale of a disaster.

This weekend was so fucked up. We had to move out from our flat to the opposite side of the city in Ealing. At first everything went well the cardboard boxes arrived on time and we started to pack all our stuff in them. The problems started when Bob them "Man with the Van" didn't show up and his phone was apparently dead as well. Fuck you Bob, you lousy SOB!!!.
Then we started calling some of our friends who got other friends with cars. At last a glimmer of hope appeared and two guys with a Fiat shortly after that. We managed to pack half of our stuff in the car and off we went. At this point everything seemed cool and right on track despite the traffic jams and heavy traffic (sunday afternoon!!!) and after just about an hour and half we arrived in Ealing. That's when the real trouble started. The car broke down and half of our stuff was still in New Providence Wharf in the lobby. And that's basically where we are since then...
The morale of the story? First of all : Don't trust anybody who is called Bob and owns a fuckin' van. Ditch all the shit you don't need any more. Packing all the shit was a troubling experience. We own so much useless junk ... or maybe all that shit started to own us.

The worst part of all this is that we have to do this all over again in a month's time from Ealing to Fulham. Moving sucks.