As always, I'm a lazy, lazy boy. So this post is about a week too late. I blame all of you.

So last Sunday I went to see the new Bond film. Kudos to Mara for organising the entire thing and getting tickets in advance. The fact that she bought one less ticket may be ignored. In fact, it won't be ignored. Just so you know Mara, 1+1=2, not 1. Owned by maths. (In all seriousness thanks for organising stuff)

After standing in line for 5 whole minutes, 5 minutes I won't get back. I managed to get a ticket in the front row, where thankfully everyone was to begin with. And after displacing little Ed, I even managed to get a decent seat. Barging for the win. I hope you'll forgive me Ed. Because if you don't...

After yelling, "Start the movie!" at the trailers, I noticed that the Orange Execs phone tirade has been replaced by some crap about the New York blackout. Everyone, everyone, you know what I don't care about? New Yorkers sleeping. Why? Because it's dull. You know what I do care about? Orange execs annoying the hell out of famous movie directors. Why? Because it's funny as hell.

So anyway, onto the Bond film. Now, here's the thing. I go to a Bond film with certain expectations. These expectations are explosion filled. That's explosion E-X-P-L-O-S-I-O-N.

I even provided a friggin' picture.

Here's the thing. There were no explosions. Well there was one really shitty gas canister explosion near the beginning, but that didn't even kill anyone. You know what replaced the explosions? Some shitty rom com involving Bond and a chick from the treasury. If I wanted to see a rom com I would've wasted my hard earned money (I say hard earned, more hard conned from my parents) on some crappy film like "The holiday." I did not enter the cinema to see

(Verily this hath been shopped)

Seriously, Bond is meant to be a hard man, yet this film had shit where he tells a girl he loves her. The entire freakin' point of Bond is that he can't open out to a girl like that because of the death of his first wife. And can you note the inconsistencies here. In Goldeneye Bond condemns his best friend to death by setting the timers forward, in this one he goes psycho over the death of some girl who for all he knows has willingly betrayed him and the British government. If you want to portray Bond as a cold killer through the entire film at least try not to invalidate the point by some retarded drowning scene near the end. The only other film where Bond gets that upset over a girl is OHMSS and that's his damned wife and that film was crap anyway.

Also it never struck me at the time, but what happened to the gadgets? Q was not even mentioned in this film. The closest thing to a gadget that appeared was a completely NORMAL mobile phone. What happened to the brilliant remote controlled car, hell even the laser watch from Goldeneye would've been a nice addition.

Hell, there wasn't even an evil boss. Just some idiot who cries blood and he doesn't even get killed by Bond. Every other damned Bond film has the ultimate bad guy either get killed by Bond or get away and laugh maniacally. Here you don't even see the guy get shot!

And if people are going to rant on about how this Bond film is meant to be more like the Connery ones I've got a newsflash for you. Connery had gadgets, Connery had explosions, Connery killed the evil boss and damnit Connery was a womanizing bastard, not some idiot who tells a girl he loves her after all of 30 seconds.

Sony, next time you make a Bond film, try not to let the PS3 radiation get to it.

It just occured to me that I should mention Game On.

Simply put, Game On rules, go see it in the science museum or suffer my wrath.

As I am lazy I am instead of making a real post, going to divert you with videos. Videos of happiness.

1. IT'S OVER NIIIIINE THOUSAND!!!!!!!11111oneoneoneonehundredandeleven

2. Jericho and The Rock have an insult contest
(part 2)


For those that don't know, this was back in the golden age of the WWE. The girl standing is called Stephanie Mcmahon, she is the daughter of the boss of the company. At the time of this however, she is feuding with her father and the WWE in general, with her contingent of wrestlers (including Rhyno, who's special is the gore). Her brother is called Shane Mcmahon and he is allied with the big black dude (Booker T) in the ring, among other people. Booker is not all that smart.

3. Hi, what's your name?

In other news, I got promoted in the army, WOOOO! Have that stupid elder cousin! I rule so hard! (Note the fact that I am still 3 ranks lower than him is irrelevant)

More importantly, I got promoted in my WoW guild. This means that I'll be spending even more time playing WoW. I guess I'll just have to take time off from my free time to play more. A level rules.

A few things to say:

1. I am friggin lazy.

2. Little Alex is threatening me.

3. ORGASM NOW!

Seriously, how much does twilight princess rule. I swear to god if I don't get a Wii on release some cute animals WILL die. I'm thinking kittens.

I feel that over the past few posts you've gotten to know me and so I want to let you a bit deeper into my life. Allow me to introduce a very special person, who holds a space in my heart, my other half if you will:


This is Daynadin, my dwarf hunter. There are many others like him, but this one is mine. Without me my hunter is nothing, without my hunter I am nothing.

Also note that his sword is bigger than him, he rules that friggin hard.

So during my grind from 1-60 all those months ago, I eventually wound up swearing that I would never willingly go to a 5 man dungeon in WoW again.

For some reason, some reason beyond my comprehension, at the moment possession by demons seems to be the likely cause. A week ago I went back of my vow.

I decided to do a Stratholme run with a Pick Up Group. For the non-WoW versed, Stratholme is a dungeon full of zombies and evil undead, a Pick Up Group or PUG is a group of random players who band together to do the dungeon.

PUG also means shit.

Again, I think I was possessed by demons. In fact, demons wouldn't be capable of this evil, possessed by the devil probably.

So we walk in, the group composition, rather oddly isn't that bad, warrior, priest, druid, mage and my hunter. Of course my hunter is a dude running around in full epics, these idiots were running around in rusty armour they got from their mother's leavings.

So we walk into the dungeon.

Warrior: I ATTACK NOW!
Me: Dude, I'm the hunter, I have really long range stuff so we can fight our targets here as opposed to inside the zombie filled buildings.
Warrior: I ATTACK NOW!

The warrior proceeds to charge in, typically we don't just get the enemies we were targetting but their angry zombie friends as well. Somehow, we manage to survive. Partly due to the fact that I can kill an entire group of them with about 2 heals. Actually screw partly, MAINLY due to the fact that I can kill an entire group of them with about 2 heals.

Mage n Priest: Wait for our mana please.
Warrior: I ATTACK NOW!
Me: Not yet!
Warrior: *charge*

The warrrior dies within 2 seconds, the rest of the party calmly leave the instance.

Warrior: WHY YOU NOT HEAL ME!
Priest: No mana
Warrior: LOL N00b group I LEAVE NOW!!!!!!11111

Urge to kill rising.....

Priest: Uhhhh I have to go... uhhhhhh remove my chipmunk from the drier. Gotta go.

At this point I turned the keyboard on myself.

A bruised head and an hour later and I was ready for a 4 hour raid.

God bless WoW.