Allright, that’s it. No one bother uploading anything to YouTube ever again, because no matter what it is, it will never be more awesome than this.
YouTube is Over
No, it’s not Will Ferrel!
Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
No, it’s not Will Ferrel!
Allright, that’s it. No one bother uploading anything to YouTube ever again, because no matter what it is, it will never be more awesome than this.
…I’ve seen it’s face,
Have a terrible sore throat. Am limiting communication to text and short, pithy muttering. Sound surprisingly like Rorschach.
Tune in tomorrow for 40 ways to spell ‘Jukambal’!
Cam-ell-eri, Camel-Duahi, Camelleri, Camilerei, Camlerey, Cammealroy, Comleroy, Cum-milroy, Cumilri, Cummeroy, Cummilroy, Gamilaaray, Gamilaroi, Gamilray, Gamilroi, Ghummilarai, Gumilori, Gumilray, Gumilroi, Guminilroi, Gummilray, Gummilroi, Gunnilaroi, Kaamee’larrai, Kaameelarrai, Kahmilaharoy, Kahmilari, Kahml Duhai, Kamilarai, Kamilari, Kamilaroi, Kamilary, Kamileroi, Kamilrai, Kamilroi, Kamu-laroi, Kamularoi, Kimilari, Komleroy, Koomilroi.
I hope this has been enlightening. Please come again.
Yes, it’s Harry Potter doggerel. I can only apologise. To everyone.
…I wrote it down in order to get it out of my brain.
When you’re walking home from work and an appalling piece of doggerel appears fully formed in your brain like an apparition of a rhinestone studded, cheeseburger scoffing Elvis, what can you do except write it down somewhere to get it out of your head? So here we go (brace yourself – this is a bad one).
Mouldy Voldy, afraid of death,
Terrified by his final breath,
Show him a boggart and he will behold,
His very own body, lying there cold,
Riddle, oh Riddle, oh Riddle named Tom,
His father a muggle, his mother long gone,
Hater of half-bloods because he’s ashamed,
That the blood of a muggle runs strong in his veins,
I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.
An attempt at channelling the style and spirit of Warren Ellis
In reference to this monstrosity…
Fabes: I am surprised they could afford the materials for this project, after getting ripped off $15/month for playing WoW to begin with….
Me: Well it looks like they’re university students so their government is probably paying them all sorts of grants to get up late, play Warcraft into the early hours of the morning then occasionally stumble into class where their lecturer asks “What are you doing for your big design project?” and they mutter out “… uh.. design… project… raid… caverns of num-yabisc… Warcraft….” and they then have no choice but to build some crappy hut with $12.50 worth of plywood claiming that the shitty design and finishing is so it resembles structures in the game and isn’t because they had zero time to work on it between carrying out mass raids and shovelling microwaved mac and cheese into their drooping maws while ogling at 3D models of elf maidens in armour so skimpy that it wouldn’t stop a mosquito let alone the axe of an orc on wolfback who probably carries mosquitoes with him anyway as a consequence of bad hygiene and all the blood he wears as war paint the bastard.
(This is an attempt at sounding like Warren Ellis. If he ever finds out about it he may well hunt me down and kill me ๐
(Oh, and the guys who built the thing obviously put a great deal of thought and effort into it – I’m just being evil for humourous effect)
Your weekly dose of art nonsense
Midland Line: The muttering of commuters, the smell of stale beer and the soft snoring of drunks.
Clarkson Line: The whoosh of automatic doors and the yells of people trying to be heard over the traffic.
Fremantle Line: The clinking of wine-glasses, the smell of sea air and the tangled dreadlocks of surfers.
Mandurah Line: The whoosh of automatic doors, that new car smell and cries of “We have to take a bus the rest of the way?!”
Thornlie Line: The muttering of commuters and the grey hopelessness of the pre-dawn.
Armadale Line: Jungle drums and muffled screaming.
Sharing the love
“Where do you live?”
“Innaloo”
“Well, better than Upper Swan“
Stupid interdimensional sorcerers!
After a prolonged and draining battle I have managed to regain control of my domain from the evil Skeletor. Normal transmission shall resume shortly.
The only animal made exclusively of mycoprotein!
Recently Helen mentioned on her blog a previously unknown form of fauna – the quornimal.
The quornimal is apparently…
“…a sort of dog-sized version of Highland Cattle but with the horn of a unicorn…”
Now this is all well and good, but it does raise at least one extremely important question. Does the quornimal have the horns of a highland cow, plus a unicorn’s horn? Or does it have the unicorn’s horn exclusively?
Perhaps there are even two species of quornimal – the mono-horned quornimal and the triple-horned quornimal. And if there are, do they taste different?
And can you find quornimal in Warrnambool?
Getting other people to do all the hard work…
I’ve been boning up lately (oh stop laughing, that’s a perfectly legitimate phrase!) on the world of Hellboy, having used some tax return money and birthday book vouchers to buy Darkness Calls, Abe Sapien: The Drowning, BPRD: Killing Ground, The Hellboy Companion and the special edition of The Golden Army. As a result the nebulous mental space I use to store details of whatever fictional world I’m currently mainlining is stuffed to the gills with the big red guy and his colleagues.
This explains why when I read that an open source version of that old classic Wolfenstein 3D has been ported to the iPhone my immediate thought was “Hey! A Wolfenstein mod would make a pretty good Hellboy game!”
(Here comes the madness…)
You see, the history of Hellboy computer games has been plagued with bug ridden piles of garbage and adequate though hardly inspired beat-em-ups. So how better to fix the problem than to make some modifications to one of the most consistently popular and influential games of all time?
I mean think about it. Wolfenstein is all about running around a mysterious castle, shooting Nazis and stopping their fiendish attempts to raise a robotic zombie army. Could you come up with a more archetypal Hellboy adventure? All you need to do is swap out some of the graphics and bingo!
As for the plot? Well the BPRD sends Hellboy in to investigate reports of strange activity in the ruins of Castle Wolfenstein – rumoured to have been the site of experiments associated with Project Ragna-Rok back in World War II. He discovers an abandoned laboratory full strange equipment and inadvertently activates a primitive time travel device which throws him back to 1943. He has to fight his way through the castle back to the laboratory and get back to the present day.
Replace the faces in the health meter, add the Right Hand of Doom as a weapon, make the zombies look like the ones in the basement of Hunte Castle, swap out the bosses with Rasputin, Von Klempt and Kroenen and there you go! Hours of Nazi-smashing fun!
(You’d leave robo-Hitler in there untouched, obviously)
If I had the time I’d take a shot at it myself. Of course I don’t have the time, so I’m releasing the idea into the wild in the hopes someone out there is similarly enthused. Which they probably won’t be. But hey, at least I’m making an effort ๐