29: Broken Belled

Life is shit right now. I am drunk thanks to my parents and family. This album is helping me so much, especially this song. This post has basically became a homage to the wonders of Broken Bells and how they are going to help me through difficult times. And booze. In certain circumstances it is good. GOOD.



This week I got to indulge in a forgotten pleasure; I got to watch someone play a game in its entirety. This is something I used to do when I was young, when my elder brother would hog the controller. A few times it was because he played the scary games that I couldn’t. I mean, I could have just picked the pad up, but I’m a big wuss, you see.

I’ve never played Silent Hill or Resident Evil but I have watched them. Now we have went our separate ways I haven’t finished a ‘scary game’ since these. I tried Condemned but I just couldn’t manage it. I was scared even watching Dead Space – funny story about that, will share it another day.

But I got to watch Dead Space 2 being played by my good mate, Damo, as he was staying over for 4 nights. He beasted the game in one massive sitting and I was his old fashioned wingman Calling out the location of those nasty little bastarding Necromorphs, helping him in the frustrating puzzles, and trying to scare him in tense sections by creeping back into the living room and jumping in him. Didn’t work.

So when the next game comes out I’m either going to kidnap someone or rent myself out as a gaming wingman. What do you think?

27: Goodbye, Jess.

I’ve failed again, haven’t I? Didn’t even make it out of January. Nice one, Steve.

But I am continuing. I’m going to do 2 posts a day for 4 days to hit my number again then I’m not going to miss a day. I fucking promise. Even if the post is a picture of a dog getting hit in the nuts by a tennis ball, i will post something. I will even throw a tennis ball at my cat and she doesn’t even have nuts.

I will pursue interesting things so I can write about them, I will write earlier when I actually have the ideas instead of leaving it until 2am. I can make this stronger, faster… better.

Better than January anyway. What a shit month! I’m not going to moan about it again but I want to mention my family dog, Jess, who passed away yesterday. She was diagnosed with cancer last year and has been happy enough until this week where her health rapidly dropped. I was ready for it but it still knocked me for six. Keep remembering old memories of her, like the first day we got her and she did a massive poop on the neighbours pathway. Or the time she clean knocked me over in the snow, must have went about 3 feet in the air.

You were a great dog. My dog. Miss you, pup.