The Art of Conversation...?

I just read someone's blog that was interesting, insightful and funny.
I am not good at writing blogs, and for this I apologize.
For one thing, I either talk about myself a lot, or talk about something else a lot. I have never, ever, talked about my experiences in order to draw out morals and things which are applicable to everyone. I'm doing it again here. ALSO: I am very neglectful. How this blog continues to get views I don't know.
Maybe they are all clicking on random links which somehow get them here?
Anyhoo, in real life I make a poor conversation partner, as I only quote things from Welcome To Night Vale and Skulduggery Pleasant or even Romantically Apocalyptic or The Adventures of Dr. McNinja. No one in my family knows much about any of these, and they get annoyed when I talk about them ceaselessly. 
But after hours of being in my room I see another human being and I'm all "HELLO ALLOW ME TO SHARE MY EXPERIENCES WITH YOU!" and my family members shy away from me.
Do I talk to people online? What do you think I'm doing right now? You are online and you are people. Smile, nod, accept.
And yes, I do try Facebook but most people can't reply (poor internet? missed my message? Maybe they know I'm boring...) or when I do strike up a conversation I'm either a very annoying person or I try to avoid being annoying and I have nothing to say at all so I keep asking them questions, keep trying to find out about their lives, and then the conversation somehow dries up.
So I go back to reading. Its fun and everything is lovely in the strange worlds I read about in books. But it means I am getting worse at conversations. 
Communication between people shouldn't be this hard or awkward. With some people I can converse well and for many hours (you know who you are.) but I am aware that with most people I fail utterly: normal conversations need to have a lovely symmetry of asks, answers, facts, jokes and other things. Maybe I should stop analyzing how I construct conversations?
I once read that the most boring people are the ones who have all the stories and jokes and keep talking and not listening to others.
I take an interest in people's lives, honestly. Just sometimes they don't type up what they are thinking and I'm just like "goddamnit, how do I reply to these brief statements of information?".
Have you ever had those conversations where people say hardly anything and you wonder if they are holding information back or not, and if they are do they want to share the information later and what even I don't know I am a terrible person and very negligent toward my friend's what is the point in life other than to avoid the horrors beyond and I have not used a comma in this sentence so you can see how quickly and panicky these thoughts are going through my head.
Is it easier conversing online or face to face? :/ I KNOW NOTHING ANYMORE.
And joy, exam results tomorrow.
Mine will spell: FUUUUUUUUUUU
Dark Dragon

Holidays

The holidays are great: the free time is marvelous.

I have read book 2 of the Wheel of Time (fantastic: a lot more monsters and magic than the first one) and books 1, 2, 3 and most of 4 of The Belgariad.

The Wheel of Time can be summed up thus:

There are three boys from a village in the middle of no where. They are called Mat, Perrin and Rand. 

They live in a world where a 'Wheel of Time' and a Pattern are acknowledged as things which exist. The Wheel of Time is a pattern of seven repeating ages. When it gets to the third age, what happened in the last third age will happen again. When it gets to the fourth age, what happened in the last fourth age will happen again. The cycle ends with a battle of good verses evil, and one puts the other to sleep until the next battle. Normally good triumphs over evil and everyone cheers. Important events are written down and used as prophecies for the next seven ages.

But the Dark One, the Father of Lies, is sick of this repetition. He seeks to ruin the cycle by ensuring his victory. Normally he is defeated by The Dragon Reborn, a highly powerful warrior-mage-person who will defeat evil before going mad and pretty much destroying the world himself (so when people hear about a Dragon Reborn they all go "OH NO, THAT'S THE GUY WHO'S GONNA KILL US ALL!" and forget that the Dragon is supposed to defeat evil first.) so the Dark One's plan is to find an destroy the threat of the Dragon Reborn, either by getting the young fellow to join him, or by killing said hero.

The Father of Lies narrows the list of candidates for potential Dragon Reborns to three teenagers in a remote village: Mat, Perrin and Rand.

Luckily a magic lady takes them away from the village and they start an epic adventure which spans thirteen rather chunky volumes. Monsters and parallel universes included. And telepathy with wolves. 

The Belgariad can be summed up thus:

There is a boy called Garion. He lives on a farm. From the beginning there are VERY heavy hints suggesting that he is linked to the ancient legend of the gods Torak and Aldur, the sorcerers Polgara and Belgarath, and ancient kings such as Riva Iron-Grip. These links are very, very heavily hinted. Most of the characters know what's going on. Garion does not. He is a very amusing character, prone to sulks and tantrums as well as incredible bravery and the inability to Not Eavesdrop.

The bottom line of the story is: Torak is evil. He once stole an Orb and nearly ended the world with the Orb. Luckily good triumphed over evil. But the Orb has been stolen again, triggering events that will fulfill a prophecy- but there are two prophecies, and the fulfillment of either one is possible. Naturally one is a "Yay, we all get to live!" result and the other is more catastrophic. 

The series is five books long, with good characters (all with bits you'll love and bits you'll hate.) and a variety of landscapes (I CAN'T DECIDE WHAT I LIKE MORE: DRASNIA, RIVA OR CHEREK?!) (Cherek=Skyrim) (...But Nyissa has crocodiles...) and lots of shape shifting.

Now that I've remembered the password for the blog I will try to post more frequently.

-Dark Dragon.

Wow.

Wow. This page has gathered dust. *strolls through quiet posts of silence*
Well... How's life?
Why do I ask zee question? There will be no reply...
Since I last posted, I have been on a Homestuck panel at Sunnycon:
WARNING! THESE VIDEOS CONTAIN... UM... Well, nothing explicit, but it can be called 'Homestuck Tomfoolery' and some people may go "Urm... k, I do not want to watch this..." There is a pair of pink underpants involved, I seem to remember.
I am in the background on one of these videos. Invisible. I was on the panel but my character is mute and unlikely to Strife.

I also saw Biffy Clyro live, which was awesome. :3 First time I'd ever been to a concert. It was joyful and magical and there was a tree on stage. A tree made of bones. o_0
Then everything happened.
Exams.
Nightmares.
More Exams.
I should be revising now.
byes, I'll update soon!

Dark Dragon

Return to the Unknown, but for how long?...

Right I'm back again, for now at least.

I've been meaning to write a book for some time now, but I'm not sure on what to write about first, so here's my plan, you can decide the story line for me.
The way it works is, if you comment on this post with an idea for a story, I will pick the most popular choice out of the comments, and then proceed to write the first chapter. This will then be posted on here for you to read, and then comment on what you think should happen in the next chapter (or what should be changed in the current chapter). This is the same for each chapter after that until we have a full story, which I will post in full on my own personal blog. 
Please comment though, otherwise this strategy will fail miserably, plus you won't have any input in my story.

I will read the comments sometime in the next fortnight, depending on the volume of comments.

-McDogFace

Sister Helen Prejean

Yo. Today I'm gonna blog about a nun (is she a nun? Are Sisters nuns? Probably.)
She is pretty bwas.
I first found out about her during the last few lessons before school broke up for summer last year. We got to watch a film called 'Dead Man Walking', which was about capital punishment. It was about a man who had been convicted for the murder and rape of a young woman, and the murder of her boyfriend. Until half-way through the film he claims he didn't do it. Then he admits the truth.
He's the bad guy, right?
Kind of. He's a Bad Guy, but not The Bad Guy, depending on your view of things. The film was about how he enlisted the help of Sister Helen Prejean to... I dunno, clear his soul or something? Her job was to help him 'die with dignity', to help him admit his crimes and accept what he did and accept the punishment -death.
Through this film, you see the horror of having to kill someone for a murder. You meet the victim's parents, who want retribution and rightly so, and then you meet the criminal's family and...
I dunno. It's hard to say what one feels when watching that film.
Well anyhoo, the film 'Dead Man Walking' is based on the book 'Dead Man Walking' which was written by the real Helen Prejean. And she wrote the book from first hand experience, because it was her job to care for the souls of those who had no friends, for those who had done the unspeakable. They are the scum of the Earth, but it is said by most Christians that we have a forgiving God, and we should be more forgiving.
As mortals, we cannot forgive a rape and a murder. Those things are sick- mostly the rape. Unspeakably disgusting. But should we kill people for it? In my opinion there is no 'humane' way to carry out capital punishment. You know how the lethal injection is supposed the be the best way to do it? There are three stages to that injection: first they paralyze you. You cannot move, but you can still feel things. Then they destroy your insides; lungs fall in, muscles loosely let one's bowl contents fall out, your organs dissolve. You are still awake at this point. Then they finally stop your heart.
Other than the slightest twitch of the face, the viewer can not tell how much pain you are in. As GLaDOS from the Portal games says:
"You don't feel pain, or at least you cannot COMMUNICATE that you feel pain. I consider that a failing, by the way."
They can't show you how much pain they are in.
Yes, they probably deserve it.
But do we have the right to do that to another human being?
Well anyhoo, in R.E these past few days we have returned to the topic of capital punishment, and we watched a documentary about it. At some point we also saw an interview with Sister Helen Prejean but I am terrible at finding videos on youtube, so here is a random interview with her. The one we saw was quite humourus, as she did impressions of people who directly quoted the Bible to defend capital punishment. People trying to out-quote a nun? Ha!
As was said in the film and, according to the documentary,  real life; "Killing is wrong, it doesn't matter who does it, if it is me or your government."

Dark Dragon

Mffm.

Why do revision? Why do schoolwork? You are useless; nothing you do is going to work. Not a good friend. Not a good student. You're going to fail in the exams so why bother revising.
So I'm just going to sit here, last day of term, and stare and bits of paper and pretend to revise. But why bother? I'm not clever. The information never sinks in.
Oh, we have passed 4444 views. Clever us.
I can't get to sleep because a voice in my ear tells me how useless I am, and as a sidenote hoe I should go and throttle my brother in his sleep.
Ah, these are the days. School again.

Let's think positively, shall we?
I actually woke up at a good time this morning. Eight-of-the-clock. Sure, I'm aiming for seven-of-the-clock, but it's progress!
Last night I managed to do four or five stupidly hard Sudoku. You know how you need 1-9 in each row, box and column? And they give you numbers at the start? These guys don't give you numbers. They give you clues to what the numbers may be. Grrrrrr.
Well, from left to right on my favorites bar (the websites I try to visit daily) I have the following news:
-RANDOM WORD GENERATOR: didn't click it.
-FLIGHT RISING BETA TEST: one of my baby dragons has grown up. The rest of the litter will mature tomorrow. I have seven dragons: my two starter dragons, and their two children, and three adopted dragons. The two adopted ones have matured so far, giving me four adults to use in battle at the Colosseum, and three little babies to admire all the time. The soon-to-be-adults are Eliza, (a purple mirror dragon named after a character in Fire World), Emerald (a completely green dragon, who is adopted. I love her so much: so cute!) and Bluetongue. Despite a green mother and a grey father, the purple and blue dragons are in fact naturally born into my clan. Weird.
-SMITHSONIAN DINOSAUR BLOG: didn't click it.
-GOOGLE TRANSLATE: didn't click it. If you are bored, go onto google translate, type something funny in, and make the voice-person say it.
-CUCKOO YOUNG WRITERS MAGAZINE: didn't click it.
-FACEBOOK: had a look through things. Today I was tagged in a picture of a really cute Cthulhu; d'awwwwww! (Cthulhu being the tentacled god of madness. Look him up, then read some Lovecraft. Like Poe, but more aliens)
-HOTMAIL: didn't click it.
-ROMANTICALLY APOCALYPTIC: it updated! The people who make it are moving into a new studio, so the picture isn't done by Alexius, but by another artist who does fantastic drawings of the adventures of Stalky and Lifealope. This week one of Annet's robot-thingys woke up, and found a patch of grass which is ILLEGAL! So she summoned lots of robot bugs called 'Gardeners' and burned the place down. 
-HOMESTUCK: it updated! The adventures of Jane Crocker, who is upset at the minute because Jake is being an arsehole. Also, Roxy got covered in glitter, so even if she is invisible and can fly, she is being tracked through the streets of Durse.
-POST OF RANDOM STUFF: I'm here aren't I? I've also checked the blogs at the side: James Gurney (who wrote Dinotopia!) made a post about abandoned buildings (huh, should he read Romantically Apocalyptic?) and also, I felt inspired to post something today.
-DEVIENTART: Alexius made a post about the new studio/office/thing, his new intern, and a book which has one of his artworks on zee cover (I had a look at it. Post-apocalyptic love story anyone? I'm not too keen on love stories myself). Someone thanked me for 'fave'ing an epic sketch of Flight Rising dragons, and a paleo/fantasy artist has returned to his art school which has better internet than his house so he is posting pictures like billio.
-GOOGLE: What would I need to google at this time in the morning?

Dark Dragon

School

Ah, school. How I hate thee.
I was revising most of yesterday for the chemistry resit. Today I need to revise some more. But I can't be bothered.
So I'm putting this post on the blog, then I am off to write some more of my story, Draconic Entomology, and then I'm going to work on the fanadventure with my friends (it's like a role-playing fanfic for Homestuck) and maybe I'll do some more stuff on the Beta Test of Flight Rising.
I'm a beta tester guys.
And when this game comes out, if you choose to play it, you shall be addicted to it just as I am. SO MANY DRAGONS!
And with that, I shall leave you with:

Dark Dragon

Goodbye 2012

I promise not to get sentimental as I go over the events that happened this year.
In fact I wont.
Because a lot of bad things have happened, (such as wars and those who died in them) and then a lot of boring things happened (such as school and the Olympics) and not much else happened.
However I will say that Britain had its wettest year in recorded history.
...And Mcdogface has not said much on this blog this year.
Um...
This was the year I discovered and became obsessed with Romantically Apocalyptic, and this was the year that I had a truly awesome Christmas. I'm halfway through my GCSEs, going to resit some of them in January, and I think 2013 will be a lot like 2012, although I only have one calender (in 2012 I had three) and there wont be a huge doomsday prediction.
That's it really.
See you guys in 2013!

Dark Dragon

12 12 12

Surprisingly the day with the most awesome date ever was not that different from any other day.
We now need to wait 89 years until we have a year with all the numbers the same again. For our generation it was an annual occurrence, but for the next group of humans they may never experience it.
When I'm older I shall turn to my friends and ask "Remember when every year all the numbers were sometimes the same?" and they'd nod and say "Yeah, before 2013 right?"
Ah well. 
Twelve is my lucky number. Here are some facts about the number Twelve:
-While twelve means a dozen, a baker's dozen is in fact thirteen. This leaves a chance for error when baking, so if one of the loafs gets burned then they are still selling twelve loafs.
-Magnesium, a metal used frequently in chemistry lessons, has the atomic number 12.
-A dozen dozens is a gross.
-A system of counting with dozens rather than tens is called a dozenal system rather than a decimal system.
-A group of twelve things is called a duodecad. The ordinal adjective is duodenary, twelfth. The adjective referring to a group consisting of twelve things is duodecuple.

Some places where the number twelve can be found:
THE CALENDER
Twelve months
Twelve Zodiac Signs

THE BIBLE
12 apostles
12 sons of Jacob
12 tribes formed after Moses left Egypt

And um... Somewhere else? Most alphebets have 24 letters, and half of 24 is 12. 
Let's face it, twelve is a cool number.
Happy twelfth of the twelfth oh twelve!

Dark Dragon 

Dates, Plates and Fates

I'm back again.
I had so many wonderful things to talk about on the blog, but I've forgotten them all.
Um...
This week was one of the last dates which is the same backwards as it is forwards, because the easiest way to get a date which mirrors itself is to have it in the 11th month, so 1 and 1 are in the middle.
21.11.21
(Americans would disagree for they write the date thus: 11.21.21)
Next year, we cannot have 31.11.13 because there are not 31 days in November. 30 days in November. K?
Also, this is going to be the last year where all the numbers in the date can be the same, for there are only twelve months in a year: 12.12.12
2012 is a special year, no? 
But I digress.
Stegosaur plates, what are they for? Read this: http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/dinosaur/2012/11/stegosaurus-plate-debate/
I just digress again and again.
I digress, I procrastinate, I lie, I cheat, I shout and... Ya know I'm not feeling too good today. Woke up from a nightmare where everyone was turning into monsters necro-morph style, including one weird one who was a chav from my school who had her face stretched over her new angular head and a dark green scorpion sting which frothed and fizzed with venom in an unhealthy way.
And yesterday I had a bad experience with some slugs. I am terrified of slugs, and they had somehow made a circle around me, or rather I had accidently stepped into a CIRCLE OF SLUGS! 
And my throat is raw and painful, and I have lost the ability to do maths.
I spent half an hour staring at 7x8=14 and trying to work out what was wrong. I am in the top math's set for fuck's sake! My brain is no longer safely operational. 
However, my recurring nightmares, not the ones with people-monsters and bad horror-movie plots, but the ones involving a sinister individual called Marz Souleater, are getting annoying and also... Second thoughts, best not dwell on that subject.
So... Can I write anything that'll make a good blog post?
The answer is no.
This is the blog post you are getting. Be happy with it.
Oh, and here is a video of my friends Jenny and Freya, who got banned on camfrog for saying 'I thought I saw a gay man once, but it might have just been lettuce'

Dark Dragon

Third of November

That last post? Scratch that. Life has nearly returned back to normal now.
I now have six Biffy Clyro CDs:
The Singles
Puzzles
Revolutions 
Infinity Land
Blackened Sky
Revolutions Live at Wembly

Um... I'll make a more interesting blog post soon, I promise! 
Anyhoo:

Dark Dragon

First of November

Right, I was going to make a blog post about Hallowe'en, and the history of its traditions, and stuff about All Saint's Day and The Day of The Dead. I was going to talk about the subconsciousness and Things That Go Bump In The Night. There would have been funny videos.
But something has happened. Now, although this is a blog, and therefore essentially an online diary, I'm not going to tell you what happened, because it is a personal matter to do with my family. But I am going to say this:
There is not strictly speaking 'good', 'evil', 'right', 'wrong' or a correct order of the universe. Our actions are either 'sensible', 'silly', or 'reasonable'. Everyone in my family is being 'silly'. The crying is 'reasonable'. Some of the things that were said were 'reasonable'. The rest were extremely 'silly' to the point they can only be labelled as 'stupid'. Whatever happens next will be decided today. November the first, twenty-twelve, the start of Dark Dragon's life really. I feel angry and I want to rip things apart and smash them and I also feel vulnerable as if a hole will open in my chest and my blood will quietly drain away like smoke and I will just crumple. All sides of the family argument think that I am blameless and a helpful bridge between them. I am beyond neutral. I am 'a very grown up girl' and 'coping well' and 'I'm sorry to dump this on you but...' and FUCKING HELL SHUT UP AND GET YOUR LIFE BACK TOGETHER. JUST LOVE YOUR FUCKING FAMILY. WE SHARE THE SAME GENES FOR FUCK'S SAKE. LOVE YOUR SPOUSE AND YOUR CHILDREN, LOVE YOUR PARENTS! 
They're being friend's for the minute because Dad needs to go to hospital, but when they get the results of these tests Things will be decided.
I love my life, you know? I have a really big house, a pet snake, a loving family, great great GREAT friends, an Xbox 360, all the books I could read... I don't want to loose my loving family. Well, okay, all sides think I'm a great person, and no matter what happens I will stay in contact with all of them, but I want them all under one roof, co-operating.
Actually this kind of shit has happened before. They argue for about a month and then forget about it. But these things have been piling up...
Anyhow, happy 1st of November!

Dark Dragon

Y U NO POST STUFF?

Here I am blogging.
Look, videos that we saw in RE lessons:

Right. Gotta go and throw the useless organ that is my heart into a ditch somewhere then do my homework.
Dark Dragon

Can't wait ^_^

Well yet again the video game industries goes into overdrive to release a blitz of games before Christmas. I have pre-ordered two of these games, namely Assassins Creed III and Halo 4, I will be quick to release reviews of these to kick off my reviews again on my personal blogging page. I will try my very best to continue this but no promises can be made.

-McDogFace

Think.

When I came to look at this page, I was visitor 4222. Huh.
Today I will talk not about the webcomics I have read, not about the sleepovers I have been to, but about memories.
Not THOSE memories, oh lord we will NOT get sentimental.
But consider this;
I moved into this house a few years ago. The layout was so different, it is unrecognizable now. I find it hard to remember the old carpets and walls. In fact, most of my memories are from that horrible period where we had to have the kitchen in the sitting room. The curious thing was, i cannot remember what we watched on the television when it was in the same room as the food. I can remember that the Very Big television was in there, but other than that...
I can remember my brothers playing on Dead Space deep into the winter hours.
Before that, before we moved in and the parents were doing odd things to the building, I remember being in that room taking off the blue and white floral wallpaper, discovering the odd damp patches underneath, and then there were those curious boxes that absorbed the moisture from the air that the parents placed everywhere.
Before that i used to come to the house at weekends. Parents would do the boring stuff and I'd walk off to the reservoir. Then I'd turn around, come back and have some strange fruity drink from Tesco as a reward.
Flicking forward again, I remember the night I moved in. Stuffing clothes into my drawers, putting my feet on the slanting green ceiling above my bed because I could. Wow.
I remember the stairs that there used to be. I remember the whole house being reshuffled around and around and around.
Life without a kitchen was a bitch.
Come to think of it, I cannot remember where the old kitchen was... Oh yeah, my eldest brother's room. The units were already gone when we started work. This house has changed so much.
How much has your house changed?
Can you remember what colour the walls used to be?
If you have just moved here, try to take in everything, because it may all change.
Here is a harder question:
Can you remember how you met each and every one of your friends?
Think about that.
Think.
I am so deep because I make questions sound dramatic. :P

Dark Dragon

...What just happened?

You know how some people go to house parties?
Some people go to raves?
I went to a Homestuck meeting. Just as crazy man. Just as crazy.
What.
Just.
Happened?
We wandered around the Metro centre, we drowned our friends in energy drinks to see the reaction, we played spin the bottle (kiss or dare version. And yes, for those who want to know I did kiss people on the face area. Not the lips though. The side of teh face like when you greet people in some countries) on the roof of the building. We stole some paper hats. I experienced the joy of a sugary drink called Tab, which is drunk by the Wayward Vagabond in Homestuck.
How did six hours just... Go? Wow. It all happened so fast!

Also, I am now on Deviantart: http://northwyrm.deviantart.com/


Whoa, I tried to get a random vid for you guys and typed in a random series of letters fdjhgfdj, and there was one video that had exactly those letters in the description. The. Same. Letters.
Now, for some real videos:

Dark Dragon

Lego and Voices.

In R.E we learn about stuff. Usually cool stuff, because we have a boss R.E department at my school. Sadly, some of the stuff is boring old Christian stuff that I already know. However, to learn about we sometimes use this website:
http://www.thebricktestament.com/home.html
The illustrations are gory and hilarious.
Lego was invented in Denmark, and it used to be wooden in the 20th century. It's design has been developed over the last 100 years to make the best bricks, so if you buy a pack of lego you can be sure that the bricks will stick together. Lego changed from being wooden to being plastic after a factory fire burned all of the wooden ones. 
Lego is good to fiddle on with, and also great for stop-motion animation videos.

There. Some lego to keep you entertained.
Right.
For those of you who read the Blog obsessively will pick up on the fact that I have nightmares.
Well the person in my nightmares has started speaking to me when I am awake. But I am not crazy.
(for those of you who are interested in what he has been saying I can say that so fare he has said: 
"Go back in there and smash his face in!" (when I was slightly annoyed with my brother at the weekend)
*laughing* (after I cried out in alarm at hearing his voice)
"Well, I think you failed that. Good job your GCSEs don't really matter in the Real World." (after I stared at my German exam for half an hour, worrying about it.)
"God, this is boring. Kill the silly bitch and get this over with." (When the physics teacher was explaining about the ISA I'd missed.)
"I certainly think you are going crazy." (Today at school when I said I'd been hearing his voice but I am not schizophrenic) 
And I'm not. I've looked it up. See, this is from a Wikipedia Page, note the last sentence.

An auditory hallucination, or paracusia,^[1] is a form of hallucination that involves perceiving sounds without auditory stimulus. A common form involves hearing one or more talking voices. This may be associated with psychotic disorders such as schizophrenia or mania, and holds special significance in diagnosing these conditions. There are three main categories into which the condition can fall: a person hearing a voice speak one's thoughts, a person hearing one or more voices arguing, or a person hearing a voice narrating his/her own actions.^[2] However, individuals may hear voices without suffering from diagnosable mental illness.^[3] 
And here is a song by Biffy Clyro that I really like. This lovely person has even included the bone-chilling bonus track, which I did not know about until I realised that my computer should have changed onto the next song, and after twenty minutes of silence I hard a strange sort of tapping noise. And then, "I am walking..." AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGG"
Will it sound as scary without the 20 mins of silence?

Dark Dragon

I can understand why people want to give up.
What was the point anyway?
I always say 'Don't give up', always advise people to go on.
That is what I am going to do.
I am going to go on, even if there is no fucking point.
No one will care. Everything is too hard. People are arseholes. But I will continue.
I hate to continue. But it is in my head, crawling around and nothing makes sense and it fucking hurts. But I will continue.
Dark Dragon.

Homestuck

Why?
Why did I start it?
There is one main reason why I have not posted on the Blog recently.
Homestuck.
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/
The greatest time-sink ever. Seriously, if sucks up your life as it takes you to a magical and totally random land of awesome. I was curious about it, so I tried to ask my Homestucking friends what it was about. They were very vague, and said it could be explained.
But I'm going to attempt to explain it.
Ahem:
There is a kid called John Egbert, and the comic begins on his birthday. For his birthday he gets a game called Sburbs, a game that you play online with a friend. He plays it with his online friend, TentacleTherapist, otherwise known as Rose. He is the 'Client' of the game, and she is the 'Server'. The game involves being able to manipulate real-life objects, so Rose soon nearly destroys his house, mucking around with a bathtub and toilet. They build many gadgets, and after much tomfoolery they accidently transport John to a different dimension, whilst setting off the end of the world. John is then told by his Nanna, ghostly and merged with a clown doll, that the Earth is doomed, and his task is far greater than saving that small planet: he must pass through seven gates to a giant cosmic chessboard where the forces of Dark and Light fight for all eternity. Meanwhile, his other online friends get on with their own shennanigangs. Dave, who is extremely cool, travels through his brother's room in search of a spare copy of Sburbs, and Jade, a narcoleptic yet bouncy girl, travels in and out of various dreamscapes. All this is being observed by an awesome insect-dude wrapped in grey rags and making cities out of bean cans. 

I think I explained that well.

Dark Dragon

Lets face it, it's not about Batman.

Let us take a moment here to pity me.
I am going to the dentists tomorrow.
Now take a moment to envy me.
For i have seen Batman: The Dark Night Rises, or more accurately Bane: The Dark Night Rises. Let us rename the films thus:
Batman Begins
The Joker: The Dark Knight
Bane: The Dark Knight Rises
Why? Lets face it, the last two films have very interesting and awesome antagonists. Actually, I don't like the Joker. He's on the wrong side of creepy. Sorry Joker fans, but he is just mad at times. Clever at other times, but that long monologue punctuated by 'why so serious?' every few seconds was just weird.  
I like Bane though. Mostly because of his accent. What the hell is it? My knowledge of accents goes as far as Geordie and Scottish. But he has a cool voice. "What a lovely lovely voice." (I just quoted him) (although at the time he was talking about a choirboy).
But he is a very interesting antagonist. Mmmmmmm, I dunno why but at times I found him slightly attractive. Not really... hah hah. No. I totally didn't. He is completely awesome though. Really, you think he's the kind of guy I'd go for? Mmmmm unknown accent and tragic backstory.
Good film. I recommend it. Not much in the way of plot, or action, or much. Good antagonist though.
BACON.

Dark Dragon