Some very sad news, a member of the band, Crashing Cario who have produced fantastic music, and have featured on my audio rants has died. Here is the post from the band on Myspace:

I am so sorry to announce that our keyboardist/great friend Dan Denton passed away this morning. He is survived by his wife and two children.
Dan exuded all that was great with the Detroit music scene, played countless shows with countless bands, and touched so many hearts with his inspirational musicianship.
More information will come, but if each of you could take a moment and say a prayer for Dan’s family, we would greatly appreciate it.
Thank you all.
~wax (from Crashing Cairo)

I and everyone else here wish the family all the best. It’s a great shame to lose a loved one, as another friend of mine recently did a few weeks ago, but I never wrote about that, becuase it’s a private thing and should be respected if asked to remain so.

The weekend has been a busy time for us all it seems. I for instance demonstrated my prowess for fixing computer things by putting things into slots and hitting it until like HAL, it meets a bitter end. In this case, it was my good friend Dave’s new shiny PC, a powerful beast that puts fear into most games and even goes as far as raping the games’ offspring and ripping off the parents nipples with a pair of bottle openers. Except it didn’t switch on.

So enter the Lord of Leisure with his powers of laziness coupled with layers of foresight and well, after testing with various parts to see when it went wrong, it turns out it was a faulty memory module. I have never seen a machine not power up without at least giving off some beeps from the little speaker that dwells within, but hey ho, life always shows that you learn something new every day.

And now Dave is forced to admit I am the greatest who ever lived, and even stand things when I fart heavily due to an overdose of the musical fruit. But trying his machine at Bioshock, even with just 1 gig of RAM and Windows Vista installed, it played with not one issue. Smooth as silk, my word these Intel core jobs and Geforce 8800 cards are the dogs private parts.

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Well campers, it appears we have had yet another weekend filled with exciting things all to fill our boots with joy juice. And the postmen are no longer going to be on strike!!! Well done for settling it despite the fact that the high court said you couldn’t strike next week anyway and your time for making a deal was over….. that almost sounds cynical, doesn’t it?

But never the less, it is good that the whole mess was sorted out, which can only benefit us all, as I await very important mail vital to the continued success of this entire operation…. a Mr. Potato Head and a copy of Airplane which was obtained very cheaply.

Without these items, ooh sometimes would have disintegrated into dust, the people who depend upon it for a brief pause in the hardships of modern life in tatters. The Middle east peace process would have been torn down, opening the floodgates on all out war.

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As most of the gaming world will have been aware for the 24-48 hours by now, because the majority of them will have released some form of fluid with joy, Half-Life 2: Episode 2, along with Portal and Team Fortress 2 Final version has been released from Steam, with the following things going to start happening:

Ah, the endless cycle of release day silliness, will people ever change? The answer is no and well if they did change, I wouldn’t have a rather excellent opener for this post. Now I feel very pleased with myself for exploiting these silly people for a cheap line about an erection, I will continue with the reason why I am posting this:

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Last night I partook of the DayWatch film with Natalie, that some of you will remember I did indeed write about some time ago, ah those were the days filled with nights of wild spaghetti fights and tying the next door neighbours cat to the back of someone’s car only for them to drive off, cat in tow.

But those days are far behind now, so at the very least for those of you with the memory capacity of the fish coloured gold, here doth be thy recap:

It’s a Russian film in the same vain of Blade and Underworld, with bits of the Matrix thrown in. But I never said what the story was, did I? For that I suppose I could easily just say go and buy the DVD with dubbed English from a shop that sells such things along with a magazine and a yo-yo, and then you could catch up that way.

But because I am a fine example of what men should be, I will give you the back story, where the main character Anton starts doing naughty, trying to give his ex-wife a bit of grief via the helpful services of a witch. It goes a bit “name that rhymes with wrong” as the witch is caught by the NightWatch who says stop doing bad things you woman and takes her away.

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We’ve had a very active day in the news today, haven’t we? The CWU are shouting at Royal Mail saying You are taking away our pensions and changing our working hours without notice. Royal Mail, say they want to restructure and actually get the workers to work the hours they are paid for. Who do you believe?

Both sides are probably giving some truth but I reckon the fact that the union asked it’s members to vote on strike action not whether or not the pay offer was fair, they did reject out-right. This doesn’t help people and businesses think they are in the right. And with Royal Mail stating they want workers to work the hours they are paid for? Something doesn’t sit right here. Somewhere, someone has taken the mick and now we customers are yielding the benefits of this.

More strikes are planned, which frankly raises the question, could Royal Mail sack all the members of the union who participated in the strike and replace them with people who will work with whatever they want?

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Woe is a three letter word as it goes. I write this post still sort of half asleep but I feel it’s my duty to carry writing at the very least to lead you all against the hordes of minions and other things that have min in the name, like Minnie Mouse.

On this Monday night, I am knackered having coming from all accounts a productive yet lazy yet active and yet tiring weekend. You see It all started Friday where a few of us had gone for dinner at Ask in Shrewsbury, where random conversation started, even drifting onto how men can in fact have multiple orgasms and other diverse subjects. (Only the company I keep in Matt, Steve, Kristi and Natalie would allow us to delve into this!)

Though it appears everyone hated the fact that they were waiting for dinner for ages, which surely given the fact we were all talking was not a problem? But if you factor in everyone being hungry, and suddenly it becomes an issue. I felt like I was a dictator of a local town, and the villagers were about to riot to take back their three carrots and a donkey.

But it was a evening out with friends and that is all that matters. The company, that can really make or break an evening, get in with the wrong crowd and well you start wondering when the next Star Trek marathon will be on Sky One.

And that is what happened to me on Saturday Night. I won’t be too overly harsh here as it was a friends birthday and she is more than entitled to do what she likes. After all, it should be only right that we all get to decide what we want to on our birthdays, and enjoy them the way we want to. Even if that involves huge honking blue bottles of anti-freeze.

However being the wonderful stallion that I am of course, failing to remember what I had said on this blog a few days earlier that being quiet and grinning is sometimes the better part of valour, I even remarked to said birthday girl, I was effing bored.

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After a long time in the widerness it’s back!

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The recent Postal Strike started yesterday with lots of people walking out over money and pensions, they are too much or not enough I forget what the main subject was about. The problem is, these days if you are disgruntled in your job you tend to do something about like going and getting another job with better money. If you are old and waiting for retirement, that surely cannot be long off.

So what will the good people at the Post office achieve? Nothing, save for me getting rather annoyed that I have to wait another few days to get hold of the new Jeremy Clarkson book bought online, while other people just go to the shop and buy it or if you are like most people, just go to WHSmiths and read it there. And then they wonder why the Post Office is losing money and therefore they are wanting to cut back on spending what money they do have?

On the plus side, I now have the new Chris Moyles “difficult second book” having rescued it from the post office sorting depot in Oswestry this morning, which was an interesting experience, wandering into the sorting floor because the nice office they have to keep the public out of the way for “security” was closed, so what are you meant to do?

You see an open door, wander through looking for the 3 or 4 people working there who aren’t a member of the union, or they are getting scab money and ask for your lovely luggage containing the goodness you desire. And then they become alarmed that members of the public come along and want their post? Bugger the fact that most business post and normal post is halted for a while causing mild, eh, mildness which doesn’t change anything, I want my other book dammit!

So to those workers, stop your silliness now or I will get bored with it and do something else.

Oh and I stole the title from Terry Prachett. See, the best things in life are stolen.

The last couple of days have been spent in seclusion, working leisurely on the podcast, 12 minutes of the epic 10th episode has been recorded, which leaves 18 minutes to take care off tomorrow which should be no issue. I have departed slightly from the usual format, mainly because I wanted to. A change is as good as a rest, or so I am told, surely if you are doing the same level of work but just in a different place, you are still working, so a rest would still be most welcome?

It’s just one of a number of sayings which confuse me, mind you many things confuse me as you all well know. One thing which confused me yesterday at the gym, is why pain is good, and also the fact that when you exercise, your muscles are actually tearing, albeit on a mico level. Now first off, what is a micro level? And surely the fact that the muscles start coming apart would be a bad thing.

I may not be a doctor but generally tear = bad. But no, this is in fact good, because the more you do something, the better your muscles become and they don’t tear as much. Note the “as much” bit there. And also something which I haven’t wrote about before but I really wanted to is why does everyone pose in the gym?

We have all known that for quite some time, people do not go to gyms for their health. Anyone who tells you that is a lier. The real reason for it is to pickup a member of the opposite sex, take them somewhere with a bed device and do the naughty. And yet there are still people who pretend it has nothing to do with that.

So I will now set the scene where all the guys in the place are at the weights,all with huge burly “Oh god, if I have muscles like this, I must be uber hard and therefore the best man for 18 billion miles around” muscles wearing as little as possible just to overemphasise that fact while lifting a really heavy thing and having a face on them like they are about to go to the toilet.

Now add the fact that there is no women in the place except for the one trainer and she couldn’t give a hobnob what they were doing.

Do you think that they would see the error of their ways and actually do resonable exercise which is more for their size? Nope. They will still carry on lifting really heavy things once of twice and then proceed to stare at themselves in the mirrors there for an hour. What is the point of that? It only really hit me last night as I knackered myself once beyond reason on the treadmill.

I was one side of the room, everyone else was on the other. And this is why you can spot what is going on, everyone there was guilty of this. And afterwards in order to rinse and repeat the ordeal, they take these “protein” shakes which help muscles recover faster, so they can come in the next day and stare at themselves. My memory of those types of shakes, was the episode of South Park, where Cartman takes supplements of Weight Gain 4000, and ends on a talk show unable to move. BEEFCAKE! So naterally this tends to put me off.

I have been doing this now for 2 weeks and well I have noticed only a very small difference. My body remains the same shape despite eating less and drinking water more. My body is actually getting worked now and well I do wonder, when are you meant to start noticing the difference? Is it 3 weeks? 6 weeks? 12 years? When are you meant to notice the difference in lowering you body weight to what they tend to say as being ideal?

This type of question I have wondered every time that I start at a gym, all enthusiastic and when it came down to it, nothing really happened, and I gave up. I am sure that I will not have been the only one who has gone through all this trouble just to well, look the same. It just doesn’t help you, mind you it’s the dream we are all sold isn’t it?

If we all exercise, then we become successful and rich, and instantly achieve joy moments with the ladies. And also our faces will magically transform from the ****-clumps / Sloth lookalike to a cross between Jean Claude Van-Damme and Jude Law. But ultimately and I think this is the reality: We lose a bit of the tummy. And that’s it.

The only true way you achieve the dream is to exercise 7 days a week, taking all those drugs under the sun to enable to train 7 days a week, and plastic surgery. So unless you are actually going to do that, face it, just enjoy what you have. And if you have a body which would challenge Godzilla for the right to destroy Tokyo, just remember, you are like the rest of us. We just don’t admit that.

And yet, the cycle will continue, we will all just carry on chasing and chasing until something more interesting happens. Like the ice cream van coming around on a cold day and yet still expecting to sell Choc Ices.