Life Outside PLT1

NO UPDATES! HOLY SHIT I GOTTA WRITE SOMETHING! GAY PORN MAILING LIST!

Well what can I write here to break the uncanny silence imposed by whatever the fuck is going on that masquerades as laziness?

Well; a few days ago I got sent a nigerian scam letter from a woman claiming to be from the ivory coast so I replied by sending a picture of Tank Abbott and a copy of my critically acclaimed short story “Wang Justice”. That wasn’t my original plan but I got bored with my original plan; in pursuit of my original plan “gay porn mailing list” entered my google search history. I haven’t cleared my search history yet, I only ever do so about twice a year since i’m not really paranoid about it being found out people really won’t find out anything interesting from it that they don’t already know, it’s not exactly a huge secret that I really really like pornography, in fact the only real difference that seperates pornography from art is that I like it. But the thing that may strike investigators as a suprise would be the phrase “gay porn mailing list” so i’d like to state for the record right now that I am not a gay porn afficianado and I do not typically sign myself up to receive updates about explicit man-on-man relations.

It feels good to put that in public writing; interestingly enough “gay porn mailing list” isn’t such an exciting search term to browse, part of my decision to abandon my original plan (re: nigerian scam letter) was the fact that I could not promptly find a gay porn mailing list to use as part of my scheme within 4 clicks, 4 clicks is pretty much all the effort I traditionally spend on recreational google searches to use as part of any scheme designed only to give me a cheap thrill. I guess people whose email addresses I do have can take solace in the fact that I am unable to find my own gay porn mailing list, in fact i’m not that great at finding gay porn full stop; my previous curiosity regarding gay porn in 720p was in fact not satisfied by a search of my own. I guess it’s not unreasonable to assume that my subconcious and latent homophobia have linked arms to create a barrier between me and the image of multiple young black thugs enjoying the other’s taut and masculine flesh while they take turns pounding each other in the sphincter - in HD.

This article contains exactly 420 words. I’d like to see you assholes do that.

Maths degree in WoW terms

Quest - Getting a degree
Reward - Being able to tutor
Epic Mount - TI89

Things that Suck

Yeah I know QQ more. But hey we all have to now and again don’t we?

• Walking around in the rain at Uni. It’s poring down outside and i’m trying not to get wet, but it doesn’t work
• Having to take the Tamaki bus is always a near death experience.
• Not being able to go to Kebab Friday becasue you have to take the Tamaki bus back to Tamaki for a class.
• Getting wet walking back to the Tamaki bus.
• Wearing Jandels when it is poring down with rain, and having to run from the Tamaki bus, so one does not get completly socked.
• Getting to Kel’Thuzad in Nax with QB for the first time. But then on Tuesday night when trying to finish him off having the server go down for 1 1/2 hours and putting everyone is such a crappy mood that we cant down him. This was after killing Sapphiron on the 3rd attempt the night before.
• The uni internet crashing and losing half my post!
• Getting wet walking to my car at Tamaki from class, having almost died on the Tamaki bus
• Taking a wrong turn in the COS timed event and you end up dead at the feet of the last boss, while the rest of the party goes the right way and finishes it. (The rest of the story below)
• Did I mention missing out on Kabeb Friday?

I’m sure there is more I could add to the list but I just cant think of anything else right now. But things are not all bad.

Last night we only had 7 turn up for the fist night of raiding this week so instead we went and did the COS timed run. Apart from when I took a wrong turn at the end (I went to the last boss instead of running straight ahead), it was a pretty fun run. Everyone else managed to go the right way and killed Infinite Corruptor to finish. No matter though we finshed with 4 minutes to spare. Yes I was to far away so I didnt get to roll on the drake but hey, it will be there again tomorrow and the run was pretty easy. Grats to new recruit Var who has been with the Guild for a week. Now you are going to have to buy epic flying.

Reposted from HuntThis.net

Isn’t she lovely…

… Isn’t she wonderful
Isn’t she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we’d be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn’t she lovely made from love

SON OF WANG 8: I’m drunk and writing this on the spot wihtout any forethrought

Continuing on from where i was that then; the parking lot was so wide in my vision it would almost seem as though the world was widening. It was so wide that when it sits around the house it literally sits around the house; but it’s the world i’m talking about so that makes it okay.

I popped a mint into my mouth and began crunching on the hard tablet; so impatient I was to enjoy the flavour explosion, but that’s besides the point at hand. I have to track down my father.

I took off down the road as briskly as I could, knowing my father and his crackhead-like store of physical energy, I would have to go steadily, not at a sprint. I followed the ever widening space between drops of blood away from the sunset; or was it that the sunset was moving away from me? I don’t care and neither should you. As I continued along at my ever more desperate pace my long john became manlier and manlier. I feared that soon it would overwhelm my being and I would become nothing more than a massive dick, but I digress.

I was becoming tired continuing down the road and across the street until I came to the place where gay people meet; they saw my giant rocket and wouldn’t you know, they became frightened as cats and buried their heads in the snow.

The end.

Or is it?

No it’s not

Rolling, Wine, and Magical Glowing Balls.

PSA

Yesterday was kebab thursday.

The kebabs are rather good.

I dripped chilli sauce onto a white shirt. I blame the fact that I ordered BBQ instead of chilli. Obviously people don’t understand my accent.

I washed my shirt, and then sat around in my office for a while wearing a thick sweatshirt, on the basis that if my manager came in this would be better for my prospects of continued employment than sitting there topless.

It was really really warm sitting around like that in a room without Air Conditioning, in almost-direct sunlight, although I dare say Itamar would have found it a touch chilly. Chilli. Sorry.
Anyway, none of this shit matters. What really matters is that Jeremy found the best fucking horoscope ever, in the aforementioned kebab place.

The horoscope for Pisces was something along the lines of:
Blablabla, usual crap, you are awesome “don’t ever change”. The part in “quotation marks” is, in fact a quote.

DON’T EVER CHANGE. There we have it, no need to read another horoscope ever again. It’s all pre-determined. Pisceans are perfect. I’ve converted to Calvinism.

Jeremy is a Pisces. I am a Pisces. I assume there are other people who are also Pisces, but that’s not the fucking point.

We forgot to take a pxt as evidence, or keep the horoscope.

Some things just don’t change.

And apparently, that’s just the way it should be.

Random MSN convos

I’ve had some random MSN conversations while at work, some of which were NSFW and all of which I shouldn’t be having anyway.

This one struck me as a bit odd:

I should have utilised the opportunity, but I wasn't awake yet

After this I think we blocked each other.

Hmm, I should go do some work.

It’s so shiny

Israeli Weather Forecast

For mysterious reasons unknown to men,  I am finding Jewland to be surprisingly fitting for my lifestyle.  Instead of exploring this  phenomenon and trying to really find out what makes me happy, I have decided to use my time and provide a proof for my  obviously superior style of (over)dressing.

I am happy to announce it is now supported by the Israeli Channel 10 News.

The main points of interest would be the heavy overcoat + scarf for 17 degrees Celsius, and Ski gear for 12.