We return to our regular programming!

I think I can return to ranting about things that piss me off without offending anyone, well anyone important. Psychologically speaking I am about as stable as suicide bomber with half a ton of nitroglycerin up his ass and a nasty acid trip.

Oh hang fire I just used words “suicide bomber” on a public forum.
Good thing I didn’t say anything about the Taliban or anything like that…. Shit fuck …

Hold on got to get the door.
Ok back again… Mr. Smith says that you should stay where you are and not make any sudden movements.

Any way looks like I will be looking into the paint ball dingus this weekend. Loads of time and stuff like that see. Ah the smell of paint the screams of the bruised! This is what war is all about!. Not to mention the taste of my own lungs as they climb form my chest to throttle me every time I run.

Any way it’s a short one today.

So sleep tight girls and boys.
O_K

P.S. No! There is NO comic! Bad Garrick! Sit! Don’t make me hurt you!

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There are two kinds of shit!

The thing to remember is that there are two kinds of shit. Theirs and ours, in-coming and out-going. Don't worry about either if you can hear it overhead, it going somewhere else. Problem with shit is that it has trouble discerning who's side its on. So it is best not to be where it lands.

So what does this bastardised metaphor for artillery have to do with me. Well shit happened, I was in the wrong place, it fucked me up and you get no cartoon till the weekend (if you are lucky.)

I did warn you not to hold your breath. The good news is I did fall asleep before 10 last night. At least I don't feel as tired as usual.

The hit counter says you are there but I need you guys to be a bit vocal let me know who is reading this shit.

OK girls and boys,
cheers for ears.
O_K

Where has a whole week gone?

Ok right where the fuck is the pause button.
I am so not able to keep up. Its not like life is being particularly difficult at the moment, its just going by at breakneck speed. It just occurred to me to have a quick update on my blog when bam! OH my hell I have lost a week! I must have done some fun things in this last week or at least I hope so.

Ok so why the lost week? Well see I really can’t sleep. And if I don’t sleep I just can’t do squat! I don’t even remember squat! Hell I’ll be surprised if I could squat!

Anyways… Cartoon yes! It is my intent to get something out every Wednesday. Ah but its Wednesday now Al! Ok Ok around Wednesday then. I am currently working on the next character. As there is no DnD tonight, I hope to introduce her (yes it’s a her!) in a three framer hopefully later tonight or even tomorrow morning early (hold your breath at your own peril.)

Oh yes one thing I do remember about this part week: Paintball!
Man I love that game! First time I played with the pumps too. Not so bad in comparison. That’s if you know how to look after them that is. At least they don’t break down as bloody often as the Semi’s do.

Well I was so keen on the game after Saturday’s session that I have decided to get a bit more involved in the scene. I will be looking into getting some gear as soon as my financial mess sorts itself out. (not really a mess, more like mismanagement)
As with all things I do, collaborators are desired! So if anyone has the wish to discover the dark secrets of the Cape Town Paintball community, please contact me. If you know anything about it and have some useful advice or information, uh yes let me know!


That’s that for now girls and boys,
See you soon (I hope).
O_K

More character

Ok so look, I was tired yesterday, so I forgot many things including the fact that yesterday was Tuesday. I went through the whole day thinking it was Wednesday.

So yay! Role-playing is to night and tomorrow night .

Oh and here is my second character. I decided to introduce him in a one framer. Let me know what you guys think

3 little pigs

1st little piggy.
Why in fucks name do you get stupid mother fuckers that think shitting on people’s creativity is cool? Ok see here I am looking for a newer version of particular warcraft 3 custom map. Ok so finding it was harder than it looked, because I had to wade through piles of lesser mortals shite! One poor shit head of a wanker decides that taking said map and populating it with a techno colours and bad heavy metal is cool and of fucking interest to me. I have one question ass wipe!
Do you know what taste is? No I am not talking about that bilious sensation I get in my mouth when my stomach decides to critique your work.

2nd little piggy
Wow that was Acetic! Ok sorry folks I am a little pissed of at the world today. Why? Well I am glad you asked. You see it’s like this: I am programmer, and a good one by many people’s standards (at least I think so). Well we all should know what I feel about my profession. But why the fuck do I have to wind up with these projects that have fuck piles of data capture. And WHY I must do it?

3rd Little piggy
Also I made a one framer this weekend. I would post it here but I left at home today. I will try remembering it tomorrow. It’s the insomnia I tell you! Why the hell is insomnia such a bitch you ask? Well has anyone managed to actually do anything useful while in the grips of the anti-sandman? I have a bucket load of shit to do and no bloody drive to do it. Sniff poor me, feel sorry for me… If you dare…. Or care… Don’t see if I do!

Hmm DnD tonight, yay! Murphy told me I should fall asleep during the game… I hate him!

Since we out west!
Ah yes and tomorrow I DM my DnD game. Hmmm this is going to be fun. I wonder what joys I should throw at my little sausages! Oh that reminds me SynKronos should be Joining my game tomorrow. Well he is a bit of a pork banger to be honest. And me? Well I am a burger patty. Wow is this DnD or breakfast?


ok girls and boys play nice
O_K

Excrement Al!

Alright so I was wrong about the zombie cat reference. It appears that my cat is in fact not the undead risen to plague the world with morbid pleas for food. Oh no its cadaverous carcass is but a shell for a demon of vilest tendencies.

Could not my cat be possessed by a greater demon of destruction or blasphemy? Hey even a lesser one would do. I would not have minded if she were taken over by some horrid twisted defiler of virgins and small Chihuahuas. I would have jumped for glee if she was host to a twisted mind flayer of DOOOOOOOM!
No I would have to get the bloody shit demon.

Well at least the shit was not bloody. I know because it was everywhere. Wait! wait.. Let us paint the scene (or did the cat do that already?)
I have just come home from my Thursday game tired exhausted and really needing a sit down. After fumbling with the keys in the dark for half an hour I manage to enter the house without forcibly removing the door from this reality. “Hmmm” says I, “is that not the faint wafting fumes of feces! Nah that’s just the litter box, yuk!”

Sooo I grab a beer and a seat on the couch. “Ahhh some rest at last… oh hi there Nora cat where you been? ..ohhh!” See that’s me fainting from the lack of oxygen to the brain. Yes the blue yellow green haze following my cat and near throttled me to death.

See what happens is this! Demon:
“I will utterly ruin this poor sods day! Why? Because he did not feed us the food that would kill this mortal host and he subjected us to the VET today!”
So demon caused the cat to make the unholy shit. Added two doses of fetid urine and mixed until the merest glance at the gross consistency caused a passing mortals stomach lining to leap for it purchase and attempt to strangle said mortal. Gently the cat was rolled in the mixture until evenly coated. The Cat was then left on white cushion to cure for a few minutes. *demonic laugh* “Serve warm!”

Ok so there I am passed out on the couch the cat has just completed its little jig of evil all over the couch and me. At this point the stench has abated to an intolerable hell, enough oxygen has reach my brain to give the gag reflex a kick start. Now I am awake, needing a bath, and have a veritable FUCKTON of washing to do. Great I love my life!

And where is Baheelza-Cat? Oh this one has just finished making the dance of evil all over the bed and is now headed for my study!
Well lets say the kitty got clean quickly, and leave that at that. The washing did not.

Maid comes on a Friday. Thank the gods its Friday!

Party hard girls and boys!
O_K