Graceland

Thief 3

Wolfenstein is finished. I didn't quite complete it, but I got to the last part where one only had to blast some nightmare guy wielding twin Gatlings, so I think I can be excused the crucifying finale.

To replace this hole (I am in a similar situation on Res Evil 5), I sought and found Thief Deadly Shadows from a couple of years ago. I had played it but my PC at the time wasn'y up to the mark and I came across a bug I could not get passed. I think it was jumping into a magic ray of light or something. It escapes me. Anyhow, with my wonderful new rapidshare account I located the game and have since downloaded and installed it and have completed the first mission. Looks like frighteningly addictive fun, creeping about in the shadows with a cosh and a quiver ful of water arrows.

I can't wait, and I recall how much I loved Thief 2 The Metal Age. I hope age has not wearied my lust for dark adventures...

Patrick's Day. In November?!!!!

Tuesday, and I suspect I have been missing my blog too, such is my urge to write.

Tonight, I finished my private class at Gee's house and dropped by to see Mr. Larkin - AKA Patrick, The Pat, Paddy (Daniel's callout for Pat which is held with some distain)

We shared some beer and had a good, old chat. I feel grateful I am who I am after hearing his stories of other falang who live here. Rich, fat, obnoxious oil workers who are impenetrable fortresses of resentment, condescending and generally cuntishness that young Pat found himself at odds with these people. And we are talking majority here. T'would appear that the falang scum that inhabit this small city has not yet graduated beyond pond life. It would indeed seem that me and the likes of Tom, Don and Carl enjoy the dearest friendships, fun nights, music, converstaion and general "stonedness" that everyone can have in this city ruled by a cloud of white, bigoted shitheads that sit in the Swan and bitch about every living thing on the planet. It's a disease of the bloated cow that so many suckle the udder of. Poor, old Pat. I'm just glad I can be there to reassure him that good people still exist.

Back home now. 9:10 and everyone's in bed. I systematically told Oi I was not going to bed yet, came into the workroom, took a hit and preceded to write. Paul Kelly "Talk" album plays in the background.

Feel so lucky I'm not a cunt like the majority of the world, if what I have been told, is an accurate portrayal of society today. It's the system, I tell you. It destroys you, corrupting your soul and turning the populas into cunts of the highest order. Money and success is such a fucker for the soul. So many people suffer from the "I'm important" failing. Edward O. Wilson has some great line about Man. I can't remember, but it's like; Society - primitive, Emotionally - pathetic, Technologically - Frighteningly Dangerously Advanced.

I love it.

Dr. Macabre strangely, as if anything from him were normal, pointed out that we few were in an enormous minority. This had never occured to me before. I am conscious and where I am is what is going on. Never did I realise I was part of some tiny faction of disbelievers. Could this be true? Am I that special? Oh, the irony.

"I am nothing."

A flashing smile to whom can tell me who said this. (as long at it is the person I am thinking about)

The Queen of Spades

Just watched this ancient and creepy movie. It is absolutely terrific - spellbinding and very dark. About an ancient countess who sold her soul to the devil for the secret of the cards, and how a young man seeking riches tries to extract the secret from the death-fearing countess.

Watch it as soon as your grubby little fingers can locate it.

L'appartment

The house is coming together very nicely. Oi has done a fantastic job of getting it into shape. Actually, it looks kinda swish. There is still tons to do, of course, and the garden is quickly returning to jungle as I haven't got around to it yet. Oi's mum arrives tonight though, so I thought I might be cheeky and leave it to her for the interim.

I am back on the download path, which is a mixed blessing, though I got "L'appartment" with Monica B. (the sexy French one) which is a brilliant movie. These Rapidfind forums are incredibly awesome and house hundreds of great films.

The boys came over last night. Everyone has had a bad week and Don got fired from his school. He refused to teach some bad kids and wanted to talk to their parents. Thai arse mentally is appallingly bad sometimes. They will remain in the Stone Age for the considerably future I am sure.

Looks like Thaksin is trying to start a fight between Thailand and Cambodia. That guy is a super villian AKA James Bond Blowfelt style. A real cunt and a half. The king should kick his whole family out of the kingdom and send a hitman to take out the grinning prick once and for all.

My playroom in the house is super cool. Big TV, comp, internet, guitars and plenty of room for class preparation.

I'm doing quite a few hours now of private class which is kind of bearable but I might make it a temporary thing as I want to enjoy a full weekend.

Private class finished. Back home. Steak, carrots and mashed potatoes cooked and devoured. Guinness chilled and poured, Oi with baby....time to reflect and contemplate.

The whole move thing went surprisingly swimmingly. Everything has been quite grand, including relaxing in the night air on the rear porch. It is pretty darn close to perfect and I can see two jungle encased mountains, small ones, from the garden on either side of the house.

The ride to work reminds me of the ride from Rake to Petersfield on the old A3, green and with good air. The road is one of the nicer ones in this city.

Life without the internet was indeed bliss and I have had people spawning to me about the latest news for a change; climate change, Thaksin in Cambodia etc.

Baby Grace is fine and progressing very satisfactory, though as warned she has become addicted to being held, and if not is quick to start blubbing. Oi took her on a solo trip to Carrefour today and had dozens of comments about Grace (good ones); supermodel, falang etc. The usual stuff Thais will talk about.

I have nearly finished Wolfenstein. It was my one bit of technology over the past two weeks and great fun it was too. I have sneaked in a couple of episodes of Porridge (now on "Going Straight") and River Cottage Forever. And the incredible "Barchester Chronicles". Actually, Don had given me "The Warden" by Antony Trollop a while back, saying he couldn't stick its "Englishness". I read a few chapters and enjoyed it, though my reading constitution is severly diminished, mores the pity.

I have been reading "On Human Nature" by Edward O. Wilson which is great yet very demanding on concentration levels if one is to understand it. I love it and will continue.

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Back Online

Back with the cyberdead after a very refreshing break from news and internet, it must be said.

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