Get a 315-hit combo

I cannot believe, for Jam Master Jay has been murdered by some fool. This man is one of few who was responsible for making hip-hop more aware to us all. Along with the Beastie Boys, Run-DMC were THE band to help get the music to where it is today. RIP. This is one, unhappy Hallowe'en. Which makes me think - should it be celebrated more than Bonfire Night? After all, it kills less people. And is Catholic (not being bias towards Catholicism or anything).

Ice Hockey Air EP

Since I'm feeling anti-British by not buying albums from the land I hail from, I decided to buy The Coral's album. What a pleasant listen that turned out t'be. And since they're from the Wirral, I'll give 'em extra credit for being local heroes. Rock on, fellas. I'm getting confused about Martial Arts a lot now. How could one possibly be a true martial artist with so many to learn? I suppose that if you spend your life dedicated to such you could be 'the one'...but that leaves you useless at your cousin's party. But then, you do have the party tricks sussed.

Popularity of Porn rising

Went to see xXx yesterday, in the new, expensive cinema in Southport. Makes James Bond look like a complete cock. It's really James Bond for today's generation, featuring extreme sports (with Mat Hoffman cameo), hard rock/metal soundtrack (featuring Queens of Stone Age, Drowning Pool and cameo by Rammstein). Hell, it's never going to win any awards for originality, but since it has a Superman-Seatgrab-cum-shooting-evil-villain move and Samuel L. Jackson, it's a great action flick worth seeing.

Konami: Dongs

It seems, from playing the game, that Konami have done absolutely nothing but convert Pro Evolution Soccer 2 into English, without any changed teams or anything. Liverpool are called 'Europort'. Newcastle are called 'Highlands'. Liverpool still have Anelka. Holland's football players are called 'Oranges001', 'Oranges025, 'Oranges023'. If that isn't lazy, stupid or pathetic I'm not sure what is. I hate Konami Europe.

For the sake of ear

When is a 'sell-out' crowd not so? When it's WWE Rebellion, you can see a crowd full of loads of people, and on some shots, Ray and I. And on the other side...lots of empty seats. Not enough to make WWE look like fools, but enough to obviously quash that comment. Ah, it was a great night anyway, although I really wish I could've been a 'first row virgin' with signs such as 'Top Bombing/'Ave it' (as some guy did). Great event, though - especially the Eddy Guerrero and Chavo Guerrero Jr -v- Chris Benoit and Kurt Angle fight.

Baaaad nation

Employing people who know Jack Schitt about games is one thing; employing those that think sales are more important than morals is another.

Today, in Game, whilst trying to find a suitable multitap for the PlayStation2 (curse you, Sony, for having to make me do that), I saw a parent with presumably spoilt child. He asks "Do you know when 'Grand Theft Auto: Vice City' is out?" to which the employee actually helps the man and tells them about pre-ordering and everything. Alright, I know the parent must be bad for asking (and you can't say 'he didn't know about the rating'; what with a name like Grand Theft Auto), but for the employee not to say 'No' for the illegal act (or so I think is illegal) is pathetic. Conversation between Ray and I followed, hopefully for the employee and stupid father to hear. Foolishness.

Detroit Rock City

Whoo! After a day's nagging, Ray decided to get tickets for WWE: Rebellion. On my card. £110. It'd better be good. I suppose the convincing argument was that 'Booker T is replacing Undertaker', which is fantastic since the Undertaker is a, well, crap wrestler. To see Benoit and Angle in real-action for the first time will be mind-blowing...just as long as we can get a sign in time for the event. Something like 'Hardcore Porn Champion' or 'Where's Kayfabe?' or even 'Pass the milk please, I'm really thirsty'. How exciting.

No, man. Save the trees

Without trying to sound like a hippie, man, I don't dig how much paper is wasted in today's society. This year, whilst getting sent about loads of information telling me that I should go to their university, I had to notice how much paper was obviously wasted. How many trees did they destroy for today's society? 24?!? Anyway, I'm still being nagged for a job, regardless of having £500 in my bank (meaning I've spent about £500 since August; eep). I really cannot be bothered, but I suppose it'll be good for the future (i.e. not having any ambitions, just wanting to be lazy AND admired somehow). In curious articles, I was reading somethin' at this link about being 18. For the Japanese girl, her father is...a robot maker. Now, if that isn't the best thing for a father to be, I don't know what is.

J-J-J-Jam man

Proposal: I will take up an instrument this week. I'm not 100% certain, but I might be edging towards learning the violin. As long as lessons aren't extravagant, I might go along. Or a Martial Art: at the moment, Tang Soo Dang seems a very promising one since 'it looks cool'.

Game in game

How joyous it was to be playing Space Harrier and Outrun in Shenmue II, two outstanding Yu Suzuki games of old. Now, there's more. In Timesplitters 2, only for the very good and perservering players will you be able to find all the mini-arcade games. The easiest to find, 'Anaconda' (basically Snake with more degrees of movement), is one helluva game in multiplayer. Think: two people trying to kill each other playing Snake. The joy is high in this one.

Makes you feel like a REAL man

Jeez, it's been a good while since I ever went paintballing. The only time I ever went, too. In the freezing months of November, myself, Ray, and six other school buddies went out to the wilderness of Kirby to enjoy some rivetting stuff. The great thing about paintballing in Britain is that it's not very big, so matches are evenly fought with everyone donning similar guns; it's only down to tactics whether you win or lose. And in this game, it certainly isn't about the winning or losing part. It is the taking part. You can be a hero. You can be Rambo. Do what the hell you like, since it's paintballing. It cost £25 for the day but it was worth every penny. I know I should get going again.

Zzz, plonk, zzz

What a horrible night. Deciding to keep my mum company whilst she looks after her sister's sons, I hopped on a train to Birkenhead. The instructions, from my sister, where "Get on a bus that goes to Woodchurch road". Fair enough, although I only remembered how big the road is when I stepped off the bus to the road. "Great." I said to myself (I don't care what you say, I always speak to myself. Does no harm). "Where the hell am I?" I telephoned home, only to hear 'Please leave a message on the call minder.' to which I immediately shouted "Fuck You!"

It took me about 10 minutes to remember any landmarks around my aunt's house, so I asked a local chippie for the whereabouts of the nearest Primary School. Much to the hilarity of the question, I did get directions...and followed them incorrectly. Bollocks. Cut a long story short, I ended up walking around for 40 minutes before I could 'phone home to get a lift from my mum at the house. And what next? No proper bed. So I spent the night trying to get to sleep, and couldn't.

And now I'm bloody exhausted. A long weekend in with Timesplitters 2 hera. Great stuff. And the Book of the Dead.

David Seaman: Rubbish Keeper

I've found out a way to study without having things like 'television' to put me off: read on the train. Yes, this oh so novel idea is very good to ease boring long journeys. However, like today, study is difficult with low income nathan parents screaming 'Shaaad Uuup!!' at their misbehavin' children. And when you're listening to System of a Down, with songs containing lyrics like so (the following being 'Bounce'):
I went out on a date
With a girl, a bit late
She had..so many friends!
I bought my pogo stick
Just to show her a trick
She had..so many friends!
It certainly confuses you when looking at a topic on mass influence, regardless of being really interesting (note: no sarcasm!).

Break the floor with your moves

Aspiring. At the Liverpool Student's Guild, there's an anime club which I'm going to eventually check out...probably tomorrow. However, this will be the only club I'll go to! I need to look around there more for other clubs. I want to pray for some sort of Wrestling club, one for aspiring wrestlers, or something. Or even a beginner's breakdancing club! But then again, I get sick easily, so it may not be the thing for me. Maybe it is? Oh, I don't know. 'Faking It' this week should be a good affair since it involves some guy who knows nothing about music doing something. It could be on par with the ballerina turned wrestler.

Ltd. Edition

Hey, you! Ah, not really. We all hate when we throw things out and then realise it was a stupid thing to do. Yes, good idea. Well, a long time ago, when one of the best video games magazines came out (being Super Play in this case), free gifts were occasionally given away. One issue spawned some Akira trading cards, exclusive to the magazine and official. They were tucked away 'somewhere'. Now, about 7 years later, I want them back. Aw, bollocks. At least I kept some booklet on Appleseed, giving actual explanations for what actually happened to the world.

I always wonder: how many people are out there who don't feel they aren't missing anything at all? Doing one thing means you cannot do another, 'obviously'. O' course, you can't do everything, otherwise you would be overloaded. Curses; for I forget where this little thought was going. Never mind.

Hello, Super Nintendo Chalmers!

It's strange to see all those weather reports on that hurricane, what with the weather reporters presenting it all calmly and 'couldn't give a crap' attitude - they say that the hurricane is 'interesting'. I don't quite think you'd be saying that if you were there...well, it seemed nasty to me. I'm so bored, I'll get cold.

Filling in his time with another's broken teeth

Ok; it's one week before Timesplitters 2, a game which is considered to be the true sequel to Goldeneye (ignoring the storyline, of course). So what to fill the time? Mat Hoffman's Pro BMX. And it sux. Ok, Tony Hawk's Pro Skater is fun, this is just stupid. The game is slow, the music is terrible, considering THPS3 (and the other two) had excellent music. The flatlanding manual stuff, should you understand what that means, is a bit of fun, but you will feel that it's the games' fault and not yours most of the time. I think I'll swap it for Gitaroo Man or Frequency

Tough as old Boots

My Psychology workshop has problems. For every other workshop, we use computers. In the workshop I was placed in, I'm the only male. So, when a task is set, I'll sprint off ahead of everyone, do it, then forget how. And all whilst my teacher looks like Danny DeVito. With a Northern Irish accent. It's the second time I've had a teacher from Northern Ireland in my education, and it's the second one who's taken the piss out of himself. It would be unsafe to assume all teachers from Northern Ireland are crazy, but I'm heading that way.

Diddly-iddly amp

Today, after ages, I finally bought Virtual On for £2. It was annoying to see Worldwide Soccer '98 at 99p, since I was stupid enough to pay £45 when the game first came out. I also managed to actually see a real copy of Baku Baku Animal the other day, but I forgot to buy. I did get Mr Bungle's Disco Volante though, and what a gem 'The Search for the Techno Allah' is. Really confusing, of course.

Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain, but we're already naked.

Boo hoo

As much of a dump it may be, I don't want to see Southport's ABC cinema to go. To obviously be ousted by a new cinema opening, one to be the second in the country without a box office (meaning you can buy your tickets and confectionary at the same booth), the cinema is to close. But, for shame. This cinema could be used as some sort of artsie-type affair, showing films that would appear at places like Cannes Film Festival, as well as animated films, like Porco Rosso, or So I Married A Strange Person; hell, even home-made affairs for competitions. Such a waste. Maybe I should pitch the ideas forward rather than merely thinking about them, since I'm 86% sure that everyone in Southport isn't telepathic. Well, can YOU save the cinema that is? I somewhat doubt it. Although the ideas about what they should show now should have already been taken up by The Arts Centre or the Floral Hall. I think.

One step at a time

Ok, I haven't watched any wrestling for a good while (but then again, Summerslam, which was the last event I watched, was great stuff), but I've read on results from Raw a recent list of matches:
-a blindfold match
-an 'It's legal in Nevada' match
-a bra and panties paddle on a pole match
and then I thought I was going odd. What the hell are these matches? They make no flippin' sense to me. Now, I don't know if Eric Bischoff (he's the guy who ruined WCW) wants the WWE to go this way, but I would think that it's best to blame Vince McMahon first. Uuurgh.

'Oh, fuckbeans. That was them, wasn't it?'

Oh, for the love of beejesus. In a similar state to the Summer after the GCSEs (a Summer in which I did little but laze and bloat out a little), I'm getting lazy again. Which is something I don't want to do. I wanted to start cycling again, but now realised that the back wheel is messed up. I want to start running, but the best time for that is like 6AM, and judging by the moans that I would get from similar, it would be a difficult prospect. A good running distance, as was done by black belt friend of mine, would be to run in some large circle to Pontin's holiday home and back. My problem? I've got a seriously bad stomach for when I move up and down, which is a terrible nightmare state that I cannot get out of until January. I could join the gymnasium, but I hate the music there, and travelling to Liverpool every other day is already bad enough; going the opposite way to the end of town is also a pain. I think I'll get my bicycle fix'd first so I can grab back my old habits. And the ever-growing thought of 'why would I exercise when I can study?' is really confusing me. Uuurgh.

I wish I was a little more...impulsive

Look! Crazy Adam's changed the background of his web site(badly). You never know what he's going to do next!

Aw, screw the whole name. I'm gonna make a come-back, with a new name and all. You'll see. You'll all see. Ga ha ha.

'Hey, she-bitch!'

Right: best £15 I ever spent. Army of Darkness(Evil Dead III). It oozes some of the greatest film-making ever. No, I'm not talking about those wussy things like 'emotions', I mean three things: a shotgun, a chainsaw and the best one-liners EVER. Take this example: on the alternative ending(which is the best ending EVER, might I add), a possessed woman starts saying 'I'll swallow your soul, I'll swallow your soul!' to which Ash replies 'Come get some' and blasts the holy shit out of the demon, to which all congratulate him. A must, if you can find it. In other news, my studying is going really badly. Phew.

Let's split up, look for survivors, and get out of here!

Exercise, exercise, none of that done by me for a good while. D'oh. I've got the money, the gymnasium's available, but I need to write a letter saying why I won't re-join yet.

Dear Sir/Madam,
I will join your prestigious health club once again if you stop playing really shitty music music that doesn't cater for a mature taste - play a channel like MTV(not 'Hits' or 'Base', just MTV) or VH1 and if a song of any alternative style were to come on, don't let one your musically retarded brainless staff unfair staff members change the music to suit their limited tastes. This is everybody's club.

Yours,
Ears

Of course, I could get off my ever-growing arse (not far yet, ah ha ha ha) and jog. But the best trainers for that type of exercise are covered in oil. No biggy really; that's just an excuse. No wait, am I supposed to admit that?

What are you's two 'friends' up to?

How non-a-gol! For whatever that means, the web site name is boring the ears out of me. I need to change and grab a new direction by the throat. 'The Daily Scream' would be good for a Hallowe'en themed thing, or I'll get a load of Zombie pictures and throw 'em all over. I might think about it, but I shad ask Roy for help. Or make it up myself. At least there are web sites for us sophicated Psychologists to entertain on another level. There's a lot that Evil Dead could do for this site.

It's amazing who you know

So much for my claim. Upon telling a girl (who I previously befriended, of course) that I met the lead singer of Space at the fairground, she said 'My brother was the drummer in Space; the band regularly come to my house.' My reaction? 'Groovy!' That's amazing. Meanwhile, not far away, I spent an hour in game trying to win ONE GAME in the Pro Evolution Soccer 2 tournament against the computer. It's a pickle, it really is. 'I must succeed!'