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'Alexander Hollywood'
anagrams to
'Relaxedly halo now do.'

Just my luck.

So after getting broadband a week ago, things were going well. But on friday I manage to spill milk on my laptop... ... ... So now it's not working.
It unfare as I spilt only half the amount i did during the lemonaid feasco.
So I can't really use my broadband right now.

"No crying over spilt milk" aaaiee...I think not -_-#.

Tryed to opan my laptop in a desparation atempt to clean it last night.
That to was a mistake, those things are sealed for a reason.

I'll see how things go.

4D drawing from maths...¬_¬

finely I have broadband, I really don't know how I survived with Dial-up this long...

For today's continually unrelated post, I have some of my rather lacking art... But its better that nothing.
First
A main character called "the Boat" from me and Billys Manga/idea
Catch phrase "The Boat has many powers"

Is in a super team called "the Moldy Bread Guys"
Which mainly consits of The Boat and his partner [that partner as in team mate -_-] The Flaming Crotch...

There are other members of the team, but they haven't really been desinged and won't feature much.









Next we have random "Sad Guy"
This guy is sad. I drew during the logs part of the course.
The Fields around the path were originally shaded with his and the trees shadow in a elongated fashion, but due to other pictures in the jotter, I had to clean those bits out.
I'm not sure to what ails him, but its probably
1: Someone died.
2:He got dumped...To the max.
3:He is scared of that tree.
4: Or he is juggling the moon and its really heavy, thus hurting his arms.











And finale another character from The Moldy Bread Guys.

This time it's the "DARPA chief" who isn't a member of the MBG but rather one of there nabours.
He endorses stuff to make a living.
And we're planning to star him in a branch of, or filler story called "undead Boogaloo" were him and some other people have to fend of the zombie hoards, with a quadruple barrel shotgun.









That all for now.

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...I just finished making this blog look nice for all you folks, when all of a sudden it stops working... and I don't know why!
I'm no computa-masta with the ability to wield code like something that is easy to wield, So problems like this annoy me.
It's time for a string of expletive: Fucking not working cunt face horse cock cocking cocker bastard slice of gay'ing bitch hole beastiality ne'cow'felia stupid fuck Murray whoring Ass muncher!

I'll try to fix it, so bare with me. *he says to the mirror*


I'll try to salvage this post now:
My current title is : The King of gods.
It's one I like to be honest, I won it during a halo lan.
Other evidence to back this title up would be my Crazy Taxi [1 for DC] score... But I have no evidence of that.
this should do though.
Its the penny game from Fable
look how straight and ten-pointy they are.


... ... ... Sorry this post lacks structure
but I'm tired and in a bad mood.
¬_¬

Snow day, Oh snow day.

It snowed a lot today/last night, so today had the most snow in a long time for Glasgow. I will try to give a recollection the events:
After 2 hours of sleep, I left with a friend [who will now be referred to as "G"] and we wondered the plains of the world looking at the white carnage.
Soon more members of our party were to join us.
But alas G was overcame with madness and claimed himself God of snow and thus stood upon a mighty snow platform [ball].
Fight him for a long time we did, but his endurance was to much.
As if a cliche plot had descended on us, back up arrived and he toppled G from his ices capital.
After some a skirmish over the new owner of the Balled snow of the Gods, we left that place.

The next chapter of this epic tale:
With new supplies of Coke' Cola, we entered a new place... A place of fresh snow.
G found the ruins of an old fort, and formed a dastardly plan.
I caught wind of this plan and rallied an army of trusted solders... And Murray.
We build a modern fort, a masterpiece of my engineering.
In this time G and his followers rebuilt the old fort with stolen technology.
This was the industrial age, a good time for all.
But soon with the loss of timothy my good snow friend, my sanity was lost and War was in my eyes.
I incited a war with G. To anger him, a simple task. His bitterness of the loss of Snow'topia [the big snowball] was still fresh in his mind.
A mighty battle set the fields alight, we had the upper hand until the enemy snow Russian over powered our tired men... We were forced to retreat.
The second day of the war was different, After setting my master plan into the works, I gained entry to the enemy fort.
This meant there flag was mine [a can of coke]. But alas... Our base was also seized, the damage was irreversible.
The loss of my base and the timothy [the snow man] memorial was to much for me.
Mad I used my might arms to rip G's fort to pieces, then used the ruble to crush him.
But one of my men as captured, So I did the right thing, and defected to G's side.
With this we gained the profit from the war we both gained from the stock market and weapons sale.


Final chapter- The cold days:
In the aftermath of the crystal wars, all the people of our army's were wet and cold.
So we needed to warm up.
during the warming up, G used this as a chance to get revenge for the original battle between us. And made us cold again... Bastard.

epilogue:
The warm fires healed my men and enemy's, this was peace.
A young soldier fell down the stairs and almost died... -_-#

The peace was long lasting and people were happy again, but G was no were to be found.
A foul mist was seen to the future.


And that's about all that happened today.

Glasgow bus'aruu

Well this afternoon me and my friend were using this cities fine public transportation, the bus.
I not having eating anything for the past 24 hours I was in desperate need of lunch, so I had bought some chips from the fine eatery "Aladdin's". Having been forced to enjoy this fine meal on the bus was a trick of fate, still no man or woman from this fare town would disturb a man from his lunch... Or so I thought.
Alas a vile woman from a forgotten age did indeed accost me. "There is no eating on buses!"
"he's standing there with chips!" and "this bus is disgusting!"
Being the gentleman I am, I stopped eating, still the dirty looks and comments.
The woman then left the bus and promptly shouted "These buses are disgusting, Eating chips!!!"
Most the passengers were amused by this foolishness, so there was no great damage to the finer people of the city.


GARGH! I really hate people like that, so full [or fool <.<] of themselves, being so rude to the people for no real reason, or at least without full knowlage of the situation!
*rough quote* "We could have been alot worse, ya know, A ned with a can of bear and kabab... who then puts the kabab of the womans head, pours the beer in her pockets and gives her a new hat..."

Well we recovered from this bus style boss battle... oh well ¬__¬

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