Lord Gothington-Bloodworst's Poetry Of The Damned

my blackened soul bastards making fun of the tortured anguish and longing my soul resides in presently, burning and yearning with more really bad Shakespearean-esque bullshit. oh my beleagured love, unkowing as to the depths of my blackened soul's black blackness, which is black, much like the blackened embers of the blackness that is left over after i have ascrificed my blackened heart to the blackness. yea, even the blackness envelopes me more comfortingly than the woman i love, who knows not of me, nor of my blackness, but of the simple black that blackens the black blackening of my blackened soul. and my parents suck and i want to die. die in blackness. black. woooooooooooooooooooooo. black. © 2003 Lord Gothington-Bloodworst

Well, I figure for this to be taken seriously as a blog I should probably do something like this eventually.

Suffused With A Hellish Red Glow

Or at least my printer is when I pick my new mouse up.

I just finished a wicked-cool week of hell doing SMADD (a Scripture Union arts camp for high school aged students). I co-ordinated the Media core, which was responsible for producing the camp DVD. Fun. The only downside was that my mouse got destroyed by some campers, so I had to purchase a new one. I would have liked an Apple Pro optical mouse, but for $125 I could have bought a wireless mouse & keyboard for that price, so instead I settled on a Microsoft Optical Mouse Blue. Now my Mac is defiled with Microfilth, but the mapping of the buttons means I can surf the net with one hand now, and no longer have to Option+click to download.

Means I am getting horrific RSI in my right wrist again, but who cares. I am loving the lack of a mouse ball, though. Very nice.

Pining after a girl atm. She shall remain nameless as MysteryGirl or MG. No, that's not her initials, so don't be stupid, but I am deep in conversation on the MSN with my friend AngelDancer about what to do...

B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
i wish i could just stop crapping around and tell her how i feel but i can't
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
this sucks
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
social conventions suck
(F) Angel ..... nice hobbitses..... says:
true
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
and the screwed up world that creates a climate that breeds such conventions sucks
(F) Angel ..... nice hobbitses..... says:
Yes.
(F) Angel ..... nice hobbitses..... says:
But unfortunately there is nothing that we can do about that
(F) Angel ..... nice hobbitses..... says:
except maybe break a few of the conventions during our miserable lives
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
yeah

Unfortunately I am still clueless, a hopeless romantic (I really am - I blame Japanese romance manga and repeated viewings of 10 Things I Hate About You and the other crap in the popular media that has screwed up my generation), so in desperation I am crying out for all those people who visit my website and don't leave comments to actually leave one for a change - if you're female though - and tell me the way in which you would have a guy friend tell you he feels for you and would like to investigate being more than just friends...

And it wouldn't weird you out.

�If you get answer wrong, then you rubbish�

During my late night TV watching stint last night, I saw the animated vomit that is BANZAI. It's a parody of extreeeeeeeeeeme Japanese game shows and was first screened using the UKs E4 interactive television thingy. Basically, they have segments where they explain the rules and then a man speaking in Engrish implores you to "PLACE YOUR BETS NOW!!!".

Games last night included Mr Shakehand Man where a Japanese business man interviews a celebrity on the street whilst continually shaking their hand (95 seconds last night) Naughty Lady Chatline Challenge where "Mr Cheeky-Chubby must work out which girl from line-up was talking dirty to him on telephone" and finally, my personal favourite, Banzai Falling Booth Big Bet where former Dr. Who Peter Davidson must select which other Doctor Who he would have Bottom Sex with.

Disturbing, but mad cap. Neon colored graphic designs bounce kanji all over the screen and their is continual punctuation of the dialogue with a huge gong sound effect. Below is an example question from their "Banzai Personality Test" on the website.

What lies under bed? (apart from dust and crusty stains on carpet)

Poems, some farewell letters and loaded airgun

Stash of porn mags so great you would weep

Invisible farting ghost

Landlord. Without his hands, feet, or man-parts

My results : MY BANZAI PERSONALITY

Shoujo
Fist of Fury�� 20%��
Monkey Wrench�� 20%��
Touchy Feely�� 12%��
Iron Balls�� 17%��
Doing it 'Proper'�� 17%��
Happy Family�� 14%�

You more furious than cat in washing machine. You belong in bouncy room, with your mad face. Stay away, you hear? Us normal people must hide from your own brand of hilarious yet lethal mental illness. Why you so angry? Is it cos you an ugly faced plop who smell like an outflow pipe? What you want to hit me? Take your best shot, stink factory!

Of course, I must apologize openly to Tigris who received a call from me at 11.15 last night which consisted of me screaming "CHANNEL 9 , NOW!!!!" and then hanging up.

She turned it on in time to see the bet on which man's jocky shorts "package" was real, followed by full frontal male nudity to prove it. And her Dad was in the room with her.

Sorry.

^_^;;