Wednesday 30 November 2011

Cinema trip

Me and my girlfriend are going to see 'My Week With Marilyn' today. She keeps saying things like, ''ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO SEE IT?!'', like the film will give me the black death. To be honest, I know nothing about the film, I just like going to the cinemas... For... Some reason...
Anyway, I've been playing Scribblenauts a lot recently, since I found my DS and TTds card. And all I can say is you can summon Cthulu. And it kills everything. It's amazing. I don't understand what it's doing in a CHILDREN'S GAME THOUGH?! Cthulu. The H.P Lovecraftian Cthulu. In a game made for little children to think and solve puzzles involving bridges and adjectives. This is truly the greatest day.


ALSO, Rayman Origins finally came out. I can't wait to get that. I LOVE RAYMANANANA. Rayman on the PSX was the first game I ever played as a kid. I Loved Rayman 2 & 3. Then the Rabbids came along and literally kicked rayman out of his own game. But now Ubisoft have kicked the Rabbids from the Rayman universe it seems and brought back the original style of Rayman. This makes inner-child maff extremely happy.

Monday 28 November 2011

It's very cold

It's cold in the UK. Waiting for the bus for half an hour today made me realize that recently the weather has got to the level of freezing that makes your nipples fall off your body. One second you're warm inside, nipples still firmly attached to your body, then you step outside into the cold and BAM nipples on the floor.
But then again, i'm naturally cold. No matter what I wear i'm always cold. I wore a scarf, 2 coats and a furry hat and was still cold. I practically gathered all  the warm clothing I could and used it to construct a heated-cocoon. Unfortunately, what emerged from the clothing cocoon wasn't a fabric butterfly, but a sad cold Matt who had lost the ability to move his fingers and rotate his neck. 
For a Matt this is a heavy loss, because I don't see this as a loss of finger movement. I see it as a loss of the ability to operate the joysticks on my Xbox controller. As for typing, my unmovable finger stumps can still jab keys in a fashion to form words, so that's okay.
 Thinking about me being cold all the time though, people always complain at my skin being absolutely freezing like ice.... Maybe i'm a zombie?




Sunday 27 November 2011

Procrastination #1

I am a master at procrastination. I'm doing it right now. I've got a ten minute presentation to do for Photography tomorrow, showing what work I've done and explaining my theme and etc., which I just plain don't want to do.
So yeah, Skyrim is currently paused on my xbox in the background. You can't really hear the dramatic chorus of the choir because my iTunes is on shuffle on my PC, blaring above it. But for some reason out of my entire library it's shifting exclusively between the 'St. Anger' album by Metallica and Nicklebacks 'Here and Now'. 

Okay, so about five minutes later my brain decides to do some work, like someone just switched on 'SELF MOTIVATION'. I move to my work with determined and ready. 
I tackle it like it was a Borgia Messenger from Assassins Creed, head on and without fear of their girly tights. I edit the photo's one after the other, I feel good. 
Then I realise the photo's could be put in sequence to make a slightly eery gif. I make the gif. 
I wanna make a blog post about it, feeling like a genius.

I am now derailed and back to procrastination.

But hey, I made a cool gif.     :<
Clicky

Friday 25 November 2011

Absolutely awful hipsters

This get's at me so freaking much.


Stuff like R2D2sSlut ... Bulbasaurismypimp ... etc., this whole tumblr born thing where it's cool to label yourself a whore, as long as you put some evidence of 'vintage' or 'nerd' culture beforehand, 
'I'M A SLUT, BUT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE I PUT DARTH VADER INSTEAD OF COCKS.'
, Then again, it's the whole thing that the arse-hole section of hipsters, the 'Hipster Douches', love to do; Ruin culture, and think they're prestigious and the best thing ever, by whoring themselves out. Topless Tuesday, go fuck yourself, you're whoring your body out for more followers. Oh and by the way, that picture of you topless is now voluntarily on the internet, and if you stopped for a moment to realise how big the internet is, you'd realise millions of perverts now how a topless image of you. Try explaining that to your boyfriend/girlfriend.