Evil Dead Gav

I can feel pieces of my Brain falling away like a Wet Cake.

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:47:59 GMT

I hit my head last night. I occasionally bump my head (as i'm sure we all do) and it's usually a case of "Ow ow, shit, ow" for a few seconds then all is well. Not so in this case.

Ash and myself decided to get Chinese food delivered as a "Yay for Friday!" meal. Went downstairs to the main gate (as we live in an apartment block) to pick it up, opened the heavy-as-fuck iron security door to get the food off the delivery guy, and proceeded to forget the extra half-foot of metal on the top side of the door that acts as the magnetic lock. It hit my head with some force. So much force in fact that I stumbled a little, and I heard the delivery guy do that horrible sharp intake of air that ends in a hiss when you've just watched someone faceplant off the Empire State Building on 'Youtube'.

"I'm fine, i'm fine", I muttered to him, then looked at him in puzzlement as he still held the food in his hand with his mouth open.
"Do you want me to call an ambulance?", he asked quickly.
"Why?" I asked, then saw blood spurt from my head when I took my hand off where it hurt. Turns out i'd given myself quite a deep cut, albeit a small one, and, as deep cuts tend to do, I was leaking at quite an alarming rate (well, alarming to the bloke who see's a trail follow him when he's walking.)
"Umm, no thanks. I'll call them when I get upstairs."
He then (very nicely I might add) ran to his car and grabbed a huge wad of tissues to staunch my head.

I got back upstairs, still feeling fine, and saw the look on Ash's face. I looked like Bruce Campbell towards the end of 'Evil Dead 2', but no nearly as awesome.
And then I felt woozy, sick to my stomach and sleepy. Apparently what followed was me refusing to drink 7-Up, slurring my words like crazy and promptly throwing up on the floor and carpet. Apparently this only lasted about 5 minutes, but what I can remember of it was only seconds.

Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on the couch being taken care of my Ash who having grown up with 3 brothers knew full well what was a serious issue and one that was a man being, well, a man who has suddenly regressed to that of a boy who's skinned his knee. I was the latter.
The cut had stopped bleeding fairly quickly, and there was only a tiny bit of blood when I dabbed my noggin every few minutes.

The chinese food was great though, and we're going to see Bill Bailey tonight, so in all it's a general win.

We will battle.... using the the Ancient Art of KARAOKE!

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 12:01:18 GMT

Right.

Every Thursday one of the local pubs (The Wicked Wolf, which is also a fantasmic name for a pub) does a Karaoke session. Its got tons of songs, a generally great enviornment and beer.
Of course, I hadn't gone in about 2 years. Even though i've been getting better with my whole 'fear of everything outside the apartment' stuff, even the simple idea of going to the pub of a few pints and a sing-song made me shit myself.

But for whatever reason, last week when everyone was heading out of the apartment (the guys generally pop in before hand as the apartment is essentially next door to the pub in question and Ash always goes with them too) I decided to go with them. It caused a few 'looks'. Not in a bad way, not at all, but in the 'Is Gav actually coming with us? Nice!' kind of way.
So, get the the pub (it's fairly full), grab a table and I start looking through the songlist booklet. It's quite extensive. You know when a Karaoke list has more than one 'Tenacious D' song, it's thorough. But yet there was not really anything I could see that I was comfortable singing. Sure, there was tons of stuff that's a laugh, but for some reason (most likely the fact that the 4 people on the table next to us had gone up a few times and were actually REALLY good) I couldn't choose. (Bah, for all your song choice, there's not a SINGLE Muse song?! Curse you!)

Eventually, after much deliberation with my own head, I found and chose 'Behind Blue Eyes'. I'd like at this point to thank Fergal for the many campfire sessions of this song, as pretty much imagining he was playing the guitar for it helped my shaking legs get through it. And it was fun. Really fun. The night carried on and I said 'You know what? I'm going up again!'
I found 'Music of the Night' from Phantom of the Opera. So I went up. And the song was faster than I was used to singing, and a few drunk Germans started to heckle the fact that the song, and I, was shit. At this point i'd like to that Herr Feldwick for letting me recognise German insults ;)
It was a proverbial kick to the nuts, to be honest, and I went outside then for a smoke with a few of the lads. Then a bloke made a shitty comment about my mate Scott's t-shirt. And I tried to start a fight. I HATE fighting. Sure, put a controller in my hands and let me pick a 6'5 Jungle Warrior and i'll happily (nay, gleefully) break more bones with glorious abandon than Tony Jaa in a Scottish Carpack at 4am. Fighting in reality? Outside a pub? Fucking pointless. I did Shaolin so I wouldn't have to fight, and there's nothing I hate more than the bastards who go out trying to start one. But I was trying to start one. It boiled down fairly quickly, no punches were thrown and I walked away.

The lads rationalised it was due to the adrenaline still flying through my system and the fact the Germans had given me stick (who I found out were kicked out of the bar half and hour after I left for being assholes). Anyway, I went home. I was pissed off with myself. I had tried to start a fight, but more importantly, I was now terrified that I can't sing anymore, at least not the way I used to be able to. Ash is a star, and told me I was being ridiculous. So did the lads, especcially Chris.
Maybe it's just my brain once again trying to hamstring me, but i'm not going to let it. I didn't go to the Karaoke yesterday; no money and generaly not in the mood.

But i'm going back next week :)

Test Results are back!

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 17:54:32 GMT

.... and they're indeterminate. How can they be INDETERMINATE?! It's been over two months and all that waiting, when i'd finally know (i) if I had a serious problem down there and / or (ii) if I have to lose a fucking nut, the tests are inde-fuckin-terminate. I want answers damn it, but apprently, more 'aggressive' tests are required. Fuck it. Two months, nothing, more tests.

Pumpkin

Sat, 13 Dec 2008 10:39:00 GMT

Pumpkin passed away yesterday morning. I had taken her to the Vet because she had completely changed mobility and personality wise over less than 24 hours. She had a stroke and had to be put down.
Over the last two years she's given me great companionship, in the sense that one can have with a rodent companion. I originally bought her to prove to myself that I could take care of things on my own. It seems then rather fitting that she pass away while I try to take care of her, only for her to pass away of no fault of my own. I'm not depressed or feeling guilty, it just is as it is. I'll miss her.

"We're a Rescue Team, not Assassins!"

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 20:12:51 GMT

Dessie's awesome post regarding a certain Tiberius reminded me to post this too.
Best gimmick band ever; Arnocorp. All their songs are named after Arnold Schwarzeneggar movies, and as such all the lyrics are lines from the corresponding movies. Enjoy. And they're coming to Ireland too.

Virus'd

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 00:30:04 GMT

My computer was virused good and proper for the first time since i've every touched a keyboard.
It was hidden in an email (aren't they all) disguised as my AIB Apartment Account details. One click and 5 minutes later and i'm infected with the supposed 'PandaSex' (why it's called that i'll never know, I have no interest in Panda's, nor their apparent lack of sex drive).

Good news, i've successfully deleted and destroyed said virus. Thank you, updated AVG.

Bad news, it has ravaged many of my most prized saved items. Once again, i'm taught the folly of not backing things up. The list of things (that i'm currently aware of) that are gone forever consist of the following:

1) All my music: Not such a huge deal, but several of them were incredibly rare, the 'Sunshine' soundtrack being one of them, and several of my CD's that I ripped to provide said music are long lost or beyond use.

2) All my movies: Again, not a huge deal. I shouldn't have had them anyway.

3) All my written works: Now this annoys me to the point of madness. Every single thing i've ever written (I only write on my computer) for the last 3 years, is gone. This includes all my copies of the Luntians, all the short stories, all my Plot Docs and ideas, and most annoyingly, all my film scripts, plays and my half finished novel. I can't possibly count the number of hours I put into writing all of them. I can remember nights when i'd write from the moment I got back from work till the time I had to shower and leave for work again, and now it's all gone.

Rather than being horribly depressed by this (don't get me wrong, I am furious and saddened beyond belief. Let me just say, nothing in this world is more theraputic for anger than 'Manhunt' on PS2), I can see the silver lining: It's a clean slate. I can start again, write with renewed fervour and create things that were better than before.

On other notes, finally met Mia Priest: adorable as hell, and no kneecaps. Dislikes me (for now), loves Ash, and vomits milk. I can tell we're going to get on like a house on fire. Mother glowing, Father exactly the same, but more Father-like.
Broke Rory's XBox 360 in the oddest way: I wasn't even there. I lend him 'Soul Calibur 4' as a nice little gesture, and got a call from him later saying that it caused his XBox to give him the Red Light Ring of Death. Damn.
'The Force Unleashed' is fun. Taste Force Lightening, you Rebel Scum.

Anyhow, things (oddly) sorta looking up!

Cheers,
Gav

Interview was had

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 15:29:50 GMT

Well, had my interview with GOA for the CSR job on "Warhammer: Age of Reckoning."

Thought it went fairly well, was chatting away to a guy called Dave for the first part of it, and was very pleasant and friendly, so I was able to open up a bit (I usually freeze up in situations like that). Then I had my written portion of the interview and a typing test. Don't think either of those went very well.

Anyway, all to do now is wait and see. I really want this job.
Will update when / if I hear anything.

Cheers,
Gav

UPDATE: JOB ACQUIRED!!! GO ON, YA DANCER!!!

Interview

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 08:46:23 GMT

Just had a pelimenary interview with CPL in regards to working for GOA.
Went very well. Have now got GOA (final) interview on Tuesday. Awesome.
Seems if I just keep my head together and just get through it i'll be rockin' my way working for 'Warhammer Online', just like the rest of the Irish Lantians ;)

Whee!

Also, according to several reliable sources, I apparently look fucking awesome in a tailored suit.

8th Year of Maddening Bliss

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 09:56:10 GMT

Tomorrow will see the 8th Year that myself and Ash have been together.
It's been maddening to the point of, well, madness, but I wouldn't change a single moment of it.
Lots of plans of what to do to celebrate this lovely event, but seeing as neither of us really go in for a huge celebration of anything unless it involves kittens, I think a nice cinema trip, a home made dinner by a fabulous Gav, and.... yeah, i'll stop there.

Anyhoo, if my lady can see this, I love you honey-muffin. You've made 8 years only feel like 1 decade ;)

Re-evaluation of Cinematic Genius

Sat, 30 Aug 2008 16:33:26 GMT

I rarely change my mind about films for the positive. I will look back occasionally at a film I previously thought was a pure slice of fried gold, and realise once the moments past and i've had some time to process every single detail in my noggin, that sometimes a film I thought was a resounding masterpiece is actually a self-depricating shitfest.
It happens, occasionally.

Never, in my memory, has it happened in the reverse. 'Fried Gold' to 'Shitfest' I can understand, but 'Shitfest' to 'Fried Gold'? Nevers, I say! Or rather 'said'.

Danny Boyle's 'Sunshine' had little or no positive effect on me when I first saw it. It was well directed, slyly written, very pretty, and had good performances from solid actors; all excellent ingredients for making a successful film. Excellent ingredients, however, don't always mix well if you don't know how to cook. Great ingredients for food are Spanish Smoked Ham, English Custard, Norwegian Crab, and French Bread. All delicious on their own, but you'll be throwing up your arse if you try to eat the cake you made out of them.

So that's how I left it; 'Sunshine', while having all the right ingredients, lacked something. I felt the 'something' was coesion. It just didn't stick together in anyway for me, so I ignored it from then on.
It popped up on Sky Movies this morning. I sat down and watched it. I had a little time to kill, so I thought I may as well kill that time by killing more of my brain cells.
And I adored it. I worshipped every single minute of its chilling atmosphere, its twisted stylisation, and above all, the sheer unadulterated rawness that is the story.
I nearly physically slapped myself for ever speaking a word of ill towards this film.

Firstly, the characters are fantastic. It's generally considered that this is a true ensemble acting force, but primarily a 'Cillian Murphy' film. While he is excellent, I think something must be said for Chris Evans (not the Ginger one.) A lot of people won't recognise his name offhand. You may, however, remember him from such memorable films as 'Not Another Teen Movie', and playing Johnny Storm in 'Fantastic Four'. No? Anyone? No one saw those films? Good. He's brilliant, he truly is. It's refreshing to see someone you've doomed to the annals of 'B-Movie Sin Bin' crawl their way out and kick you square in crotch with their superior acting foot. In short, he's great. Not to ignore Hiroyuki Sanada, who also plays a blinder. Check them both out.

Visually, it's terrifyingly beautiful. Let me clarify this. The lighting of 'Sunshine' is incredible, but then again a film called 'Sunshine' would have to have impressive visuals, when you think about it. The lighting constantly shifts from harsh glares to eclipsed black frequently, sometimes for only moments, forming a constant, almost schizophrenic tone.
It's eerie when you consider one of the sole reasons for life surviving on this planet is the biggest thing you have to be afraid of. Through the shifting of light, the Sun suddenly becomes a character. It's like the Ring in 'The Lord of the Rings'; you know it's an inanimate object. It doesn't say anything. It doesn't move. It technically doesn't DO anything, but at the same time it's a constant looming forceful bastard of a person. Through masterful lighting and 'better than most' CGI, the Sun becomes a living, breathing monster from under the bed.

Direction, as always, is great, simply because it's Danny Boyle. 28 Days Later, Trainspotting, Shallow Grave; This man cannot be touched. There's no point in me going on about how he does certain scenes or his theme for the film, because it would quickly turn into a sad wank session to the odd little English gnome. Next.

The soundtrack. Dear shitting Christ, the soundtrack. John Murphy crafts what may be one of the most beautiful pieces of music in the main theme of this film, a theme that is present in every piece of music throughout, until it finally reachs it's full form for the final 15 minutes of the film. I cried twice watching this film. The second time was mostly due to his music. Heroicly great. The music and visuals are in perfect harmony, crafting what essentially feels like angels whispering in your ears and cheerleaders flashing you every 5 seconds. And the soundtrack can't be bought. Or downloaded. Bollocks.

That's essentially it. Just felt I had to get that out. If you haven't seen it, see it. Now. Don't keep reading, leave, find your local film emporium and get it.
If you have seen it and loved it, you kow what i'm on about, and if you have seen it and didn't like it, give it another chance.

Cheers.

Gathering '08: (aka; "I'd like my brain back please")

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 17:05:35 GMT

Gathering happened. It was awesome. It was so good that looking back on it I swear I pee a little.

I'll simply sum it up in my usual manner:

HIGH POINTS:

1) Running plot is great fun. It's really, really immense fun. I had an absolute ball doing things, despite my agonised feet and brain mushness as I realise one thing or another has / could go wrong. Steve, Amanda, Barry ('Mi Scusi!'), Iain, Ads, Paul, Dessie, Stu, Taz, Pete, and all the others were a great help in making my madness contain long enough to function. And of course, big thanks to everyone who monstered for me and did so much good.
As a side note, immense thanks to Dessie and Bria for putting my up in the East Wing of their Derbyshire Mansion. It was a pleasure.

2) Playing Morbo and the Beast in equal parts and also really getting into character. I had a big issue with this at the Moot, where I felt I didn't do either of these, but by Christ that changed this event. I was in fine form, and loved every minute of it. I finally reconnected with my love of playing Morbo as well as the Beast. Morbo is great fun to play, as much fun as the Beast in his own way. There's something so enchanting as playing someone who finds the tiniest, most inconsequential things fasinating. It's actually very theraputic playing someone who can occupy themself for hours by chasing Butterflies. And of course, it makes the fact that when I finally go Beast it makes the shift that much more special.

3) Driving down and back with Fergal and Brian. I've railed and sailed, i've flown, and i've driven to events. I can honestly say, I adore driving to and from events above all. I've done it with several different people, and it's great fun everytime. Be it screaming 'Moch Daerr' at Badger signposts in a Klingon accent, discovering all you can eat pizza for £5, and of course the endless chats about everything and nothing on the trips, I just love every minute of it. Tied into this is the awesome Toby Carvery and chatting away with mates after an event well enjoyed. Carvery + Beer + Shower + Real Bed = Heaven.
Thank you guys, you're great.

4) This only came to my attention when I got back and unpacked: I only took 5 Xanex this entire trip. For those who don't know, this is incredible. This is such a huge sign that I may be finally getting out of this. I'd like to say that it's being surrounded by all my mates that make events so fun for me, and that they let me get over my madness and actually have a good time. From the bottom of my heart, to every single friend I had in that field, thank you. Thank you so much.

5) Kalisto Company. Nothing says fun like the word "Incinerate."

LOW POINTS:

1) Not going to Club Ritual Circle. I felt I didn't have it in me, and wasn't going to push my luck. It's not that I regret not going so much that I regret not trying harder to try and go. I still had a great time chatting away with Paul, Sue, Darren, Oisin, Brian and the rest at the Toby Carvery, but I think I could have tried a little more. Oh well, next time.

2) Over-reacting about little things I did wrong while running encounters. Must learn not to beat myself up so much. Cheers to Steve, Stu, James and Taz and Barry for slapping me verbally to my senses.

3) Having my brand new tent stolen and my coat torn by some scumbag mother fucker on the DART a scarce half an hour before going on the trip. I hope he dies in a fire.

That's pretty much it. Can't think of anything else to write, but there probably is. Will update as I remember and as brain solidifies. And a big thank you to Lucy for playing my ever faithful wife.

Umm... Is that the Time?

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 10:57:39 GMT

This is very late, SOOOO very late, SOOO very incredibly late to be asking.

Are any of the Irish drivers going to the G and have a spare seat for a lone beastkin and one bag?

I suck.

Script Read Through and New Additions to the Pet Family...

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 09:17:37 GMT

Myself, Ian and Eoin went up to Tad's house on Sunday to have a read through for the short film we're all doing with him. I could go on about this for a while, but in essence, we're going to make a road trip to Arklow for it, so that should be fun.
Oh, Eoin plays a psychotic, demonic Addict, Ian plays a 3-piece suit wearing Corrupting Plant, and i'm the one who tells them what to do. Yes, I just read that correctly.

On the more Fauna side of life, we have two new additions for good ol' Apartment 13;

Ian picked up a new tortoise the other day to complement his current tortoise, Xenu. He's struggling with coming up for a name for the thing, and considering your first tortoise is named after Scientologies version of the Alien Devil, you really can't just name the new one 'Bob'. It's a thinker, to be sure.

As for the other member, Tads delightful missus greeted us at the door of his place with month old kittens. Four of them to be precise. There's something deeply off-putting about 3 guys who are on average about 6ft tall and 200lbs stepping into a house and going "AWWWWWWW!!!!", then catching your reflection in the mirror and realising you've just shamed all creatures with a scrotum.
But anyway, the first words out of her mouth after introductions were "So you want to adopt a kitten, then?"
After about 30 minutes of playing with them, serious thought and more M-anguish than i'd like to confess, I heartily agreed.
I picked a little black male one. His name is Thor Hatredcopter McDougan the Fifth.
I'll be taking him home in the next week or so, so they have finished weaning.

Have never owned a cat before, but I have a shed load of friends who own several, so it'll be a joyous learning experience.

Joy, indeed. Pictures to follow.

My MP3 Player thinks i'm Gay...

Sat, 09 Aug 2008 11:36:42 GMT

... and I kind of like it. Random setting. 20 Songs. Guess away.

1. 'She has something to confess to, but you don't have the time so look the other way.'

2. 'I don't practice Santeria, I ain't got no Crystal Ball...'

3. ~~'My shadow's only one who walks beside me, my shallow heart's the only things thats beating.'~~
    Green Day: Boulevard of Broken Dreams
    Correctly decyhpered by Edain.

4. ~~'You come on like a Blood-Stained Hurricane, leave me alone, let me be this time.'~~
    Disturbed: 'Stricken'
    Marvellously figured out by Fergal.

5. 'Everything about you is like i'd wanna be, your freedom comes naturally.'

6. ~~'Well, if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand.'~~
    Phil Collins: 'In the Air Tonight'
    I'd give Rick a medal for getting this right, if Phil Collins weren't a disgusting whale-beast.

7. 'I'm over it, you see i'm falling in a vast abyss.'

8. 'Rage in the Cage, and piss upon the stage, only one sure way to bring the Giant down.'

9. ~~'I do not need, a microphone, my voice is fuckin', powerful!'~~
    Tenacious D: 'Master Exploder'
    Jack don't need to look back now that Eoghan has his number.

10. ~~'Mama dropped him on his head, now he's not so bright instead, he's a little bit special.'~~
      Stephen Lynch: 'Special Ed'
      Cryptically easy for Rick.

11. ~~'Don't cry to me, if you loved me, you would be here with me.'~~
      Evanesence: 'Call Me When You're Sober'
      Wordmaker clearly has a thing for Amy Lee. And rightly so....

12. ~~'All that you want is to criticize, something for nothing.'~~
      Disturbed: 'Just Stop'
      .... as has Fergal for the David Draiman love. I'd marry David if not the fact he wouldn't cuddle.

13. 'I've told you this once before, can't control me, if you try to take me down you're gonna break.'

14. ~~'You had the chance to walk away, live to see another day...'~~
      Drowning Pool: 'Step Up'
      Cronvek makes Drowning Pool his bitch.

15. 'We met, that night, when the sea ran high, and I craved for more of that near love experience.'

16. 'No Hell to discover, i've got it all inside myself...'

17. 'I declare War on every government, War in Outer Space, I declare War in a nutshell, War all over the place.'

18. 'Close your eyes, for your eyes will only tell the truth.'

19. 'Penetrate, penetrate all the simple minds, they adore, what a bore, how they stand in line.'

20. 'I fly hatrocoptic monster, I am captain, evil stomper, I get to wear big black helmet, I pilot the hatredcopter!'

Major Confidence Boost

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 15:37:47 GMT

Just a moment ago a woman came into the shop looking to buy two cartridges. I only had one of the ones she needed, so I said i'd have the other one in by Monday.
She took the cartridge, paid for it, and left.

One minute later, she comes straight back into the shop, and I quote:

"Hi, sorry me again. What I'm going to say is going to sound very odd, and i'm not coming onto you or anything, but you have the most amazing eyes i've ever seen. They're absolutly mesmerizing. Thanks again."

And with that, she leaves, gets into her car, and drives off.

That has absolutly made my week.

Finally, a Meme that really speaks to me...

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 15:29:26 GMT

The Zombie Meme

You are in a mall when zombies attack. You have:
1. One weapon
2. One song blasting on the speakers
3. One famous person to fight along side you.

1. Very tempted to go for the Chainsaw hand, but i'm going to have to go with a reinforced metal bat.

2. 'Superbeast' by Rob Zombie. No question.

3. Who else would be able to show you how it's done, and look good doing it? Bruce Campbell, baby.

Weekend in Ing-er-lund

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 13:04:08 GMT

Well, was in England this weekend, Nottingham to be precise, for the Lions Plot Meeting. A good time was had indeed. Here are some of the highlights of my time in enemy territory:

1) Good Chinese food is definitly worth it, even if it's out of delivery range.
2) Amanda has a really nice place. She does not like fudge and definitly finds me charming.
3) Wee Duncan McAllister has been taught that a finger in the air does indeed make you invisible, but has a strange urge to use this talent to hit peoples feet.
4) I have been enlightened that the English never oppressed the Irish; they were simply indifferent to our situation. Thank you Barney.
5) Barry has created the most terrifying super hero of all time. Ever. Period.
6) Sherwood Forest is fucking huge.
7) DVD's and the like are far cheaper in Nottingham than over here.
8) 'Hornblower' is essentially 'Sharpe', but on the water, and it's awesome.
9) "Galactic Phantom!" is the best thing ever to shout when punching someone.
10) Plot is fun but hard.
11) Seeing Irish friends in England outside the realm of an event is initially jarring and highly confusing.
12) All Dark Elves are extremely Emo.
13) I don't like Tea, but I love to rap about Tea.
14) A town in England once hung a Monkey because they thought it was a Frenchman.
15) Barry grows Chili's.
17) Having £80 stolen from you on your last day is the true opposite of awesome.
18) Dessie is the official spokesperson for t-shirts everywhere.
19) England now officially has longer drinking hours than Ireland. Hell just froze over.
20) Ice Cream makes plot better.

Thanks to everyone in Nottigham who made my stay there an absolute blast, and big up to Barry for putting me up AND putting up with me. Cheers!

List thing for the Boredness.

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 14:58:07 GMT

TECHNOLOGY

Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?
A artistic drawing of a 'Little Sister' from 'Bioshock'.

Q. How many televisions do you have in your house?
Three; Big one in main room, and one smaller one each in Ian's room and mine respectivily.

BIOLOGY

Q. Are you right or left handed?
Left handed for writing, mostly ambi for other things.

Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
Six teeth, a shed load of blood, pint of stomach acid and probably other stuff.

Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?
Boxes containing 1000 leaflets for work. Heavy indeed.

Q. Have you ever been knocked out?
Not being funny, but I can't remember! I don't think so.

BULLSHITOLOGY

Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
I have two views on this; at first i'd have to say no, but then again if I knew the day i'd die, i'd know anything else I did wouldn't kill me, so I could technically do what I wanted until that point.

Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
Seth. I love that fuckin' name. But Diederick / Gav is great too.

Q. What colour do you think looks best on you?
Red and / or Black. I've been told though Deep Blue is my "perfect" colour though.

Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item?
God yes. I think if you could count all the toxic shit that i've swallowed all at once you'd kill a small elephant with the same dose.

DAREOLOGY

Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for £100?
Meh. I'm not big on the whole 'prostitution' thing.

Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for £200,000?
Debatable. Possibly my right little finger, and then i'd so straight to the hospital to have it reattached for far less than £200,000. Profit!

Q. Would you never blog again for £50,000?
I suppose. Only if it was Net Blogging. I'd still have to be able to write.

Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for £250,000?
Hell no. Nudity is one of my 'never' things.

Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for £1,000?
Depends how big the bottle is, cus most hot sauces come in a small bottle. If that was the case, yeah. £1,000 for sting ring and a few hours throwing up? No worries.

Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for £1,000,000?
No. I know for a fact I wouldn't be able to do, regardless of my monetary feelings. I don't honestly think I could conciously do that. Everything up to that, yes, but i'm not like that.

DUMBOLOGY

Q: What is in your left pocket?
As always, Mobile phone and pack of cigarettes.

Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good film?
Yes. It's great.

Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?
Hardwood, unfortunatly. I much prefer Carpet, but i'm not shelling out that much cash for minor comfort.

Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?
Depends. I sometimes sit if I feel like it. Weird, now that I think about it.

Q: How many pairs of flip-flops do you own?
Zero. I hate the fuckin' things.

LASTOLOGY

Q: Last person who texted you?
My roomate Ian.

Q: Last person who called you?
Ash.

Q: Person you hugged?
Ash.

FAVOURITOLOGY

Q: Number?
I've never really had one, but I like 25 and 15.

Q: Season?
Autumn.

Q: Colour?
Once again, don't really have one, so i'll say Red or Orange.

CURRENTOLOGY

Q: Missing someone?
My Papa.

Q: Mood?
Bland and a little bit toasty. Too hot today.

Q: Listening to?
Some song I don't recognise on the radio.

Q: Watching?
The computer screen.

Q: Worrying about?
Money. This month for some crazy reason both myself and Ash got our asses kicked cash wise. It'll pick up though.

Q: Wearing?
Light black jeans, red longsleeve t-shirt, black t-shirt, black work shirt. Christ, no wonder i'm roasting.

RANDOMOLOGY

Q: First place you went this morning?
Work.

Q: What can you not wait to do?
Go home, see Ash, and have Pork Chops. I'm a man of simple pleasures.

Q: Do you smile often?
Yeah, i'd say so.

Q: Are you a friendly person?
I'd like to think 'very'.

Death of a Film Legend

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 12:17:14 GMT

Stan Winston died this weekend. Film special effects has just lost it's Jesus.

You may recognise some of his work here, just to show a few;

Moot-age and other such Flupandering...

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 17:50:52 GMT

Well, the Moot happened.
I'll just say now I had an absolute ball plotting and marshalling, and I heartily look forward to doing it to you all again.

Only just in about an hour and a half ago. Forgive tiredness.

I'll deter from doing my usual long winded random rant, so i'll just break it down into easy to read "WIN" and "FAIL" segments;

WIN:

Kalisto Company went out to kick ass; FINALLY. Great fun to do, and finally showing that the Company actually have claws, so to speak. Expected a small transport group to investigate, got half the faction. Such is life! If i'd had more monsters it would've been a fairly animal battle, but fun was had regardless. Especcially fun was capturing Hydra (Si) when he stepped into the transport circle as Ads transported.

Being part of the Gallathrix fight. It's soooo much fun to watch a fight from the outside perspective, and I will admit at certain points when I was timing people out, the flicker of "..... shit. This could really go nasty" planted itself firmly in my noggin. Great fun!

Plotting / Marshalling in general. All my fellow plot members and NPC's were an absolute joy to work AND have a laugh with, as well as being very understanding.

Roleplaying! Had surgery, a wedding and a spiritual conflict all in the space of 3 hours.

Sarah freakin' the shit out of me with wibbly Cara. There's nothing more disturbing than having someone you see as a little sister saying "You can fuck anything you like". Kudos Sarah, that was awesomely creepy. And go Lucie (Silverthorn) for stepping in and having a Jerry Springer moment by instigating a fight with Sarah with the phrase "Oi, that's MY husband." Made all the more awesome by Ads then ghetto shouting "Oh no she didn't!"

Kaz and Daniel putting me up for the night. Thanks so much.

Seeing all my mates again and getting to roleplay with them.

Getting married. I nearly shit myself when Hengist asked Giblet if he accepted the Beast as his Alpha. Damn you Sir.

Seeing Stu and Lisa again. Seems like an age since I had a chat with either of them.

Sarah, Karen and Lisa's boobs reminding me of home ;)

Having the nicest drink and chat in the Toby Carver i've had in a long time.

Making up an insane future of a friend with Allen Stroud.

FAIL:

I didn't 'get' IC. I just couldn't get myself into the mindset of the Beast at this event. I was FAR too nice and played him badly. Must fix.

Also, didn't play Morbo nearly enough. As I was sporadically IC and OOC, I tried to go as much Beast as I could, but realised i've been neglecting Morbo a lot. Have to get back into a nice balance. I love being the pair of them, so I should play them equally.

NO MONSTERS. Not anyone's fault, just due to lack of players, and I worship the ground those that did walk on, but it couldn't be helped. There were so few people at the Moot I was shocked.

Panic attacks were limited to one. That's good. Stomach issues were a big problem. I was spitting up acid all over the shop, and it was embarassingly pointed out to me on more than one occasion, most of all when Helen put her cloth bag in a pile of it, causing me to wish the ground would open up and swallow me. Epic fail.

Ash. Not being there. Missed much. Ash having surgery tomorrow. Grr-ness.

Generally being too tired to stay up for drinking on any of the nights. Especcially annoyed in the Carvery as I really wanted to stay up for beers with Brian and Oisin, and then tiredness hit like a wave.

Forgetting to put Taz's tent down. Taz goes out of his way and lends me a tent and I leave it up. Bad Gav.

Having (only) Panic Attack during awesome roleplay. Stoopid head.

Spending over £75 at the bar. Must buy less rounds.

'Generic Hilarious Random Gav Line' (OR) Shabala Pants Worship

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 14:28:20 GMT

Howya all,

Just looking around at the world today and realising it's high time I updated my LJ.

Panic Attacks subsiding again. This is good. Very good in fact. General stomach issues still remain, but as to be expected after a bad bout of the stressful jitters. Oddly enough, have started to get bad headaches, which is something I NEVER get. I think the last time I had a headache was about 3 years ago. Curious. In regards to stomach though, still just get occasionally queasy. My over active acid has also manifested itself into a highly undesireble form; that of constantly spitting. It's nasty and it drives Ash mad, but I can't seem to stop it. Must do better.
Ash is concerned a lot of my ailments and pains are due to constant stress. I think she has a point, as I get stressed over everything, even a pigeon on the road.
I've got to learn;
(a) Lots of things aren't my responsability; I give waaaay to much thought into things that have absolutley no bearing on me in anyway. Like, if I see a kid sitting on the DART and their parent isn't watching them closely, I start thinking the DART is going to stop suddenly and the kid is going to go flying and hurt / kill themself, and as such get stressed the entire trip every time the kid even falters. Or if i'm at a bus stop and there's an elderly person, I keep thinking they might get attacked by muggers and it'll be up to me to do something about it. Madness.

(b) Do things I want to; I don't do a shed load of things I want to for fear of upsetting / alienating people. Not just friends or people I know, I mean anyone. I don't get sandwiches on certain days because I think i'll be taking the last sausage / cheese / whatever for some poor sod behind me. I'm not even going to go into how many LRP things I've avoided for fear of hurting peoples feelings. Must fix.

(c) Must generally chill; Well, that's self evident.

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In general though, things is the goods.

'Rock Band' is a lot of fun, if you excuse the horror that is 'Cowbell' (the kick drum) on the drums. You get yourself in a fantastic rythm and for a brief moment you are actually some sort of God man, wrapped in a slick pink skin to masquerade as a mortal for fear you will blind those around with your savage drum solo skills... and then it fucks up completely when you miss one kick drum note and consequently all the other notes for a whole 10 seconds, and suddenly you are no longer a masquerading God but a spurned Leper with all the awesome factor of a Dog with a leaky arse.
All in all though, fun game. Singing if a mad laugh, and guitar is fun too. Eoin Leahy and Bosco popped round the other day, and were quickly mystified by it. While Eoin turned out to be a potientially excellent game guitarist, Bosco seemed to think drums were a new toy in the Fisher-Price range. She had the sticks taken away from her.

Ash is still a Goddess, though I've been checking under the bed recently for fear of Lecherous Scotsmen. She has her 2nd (and hopefully last) surgery later this month, so I have the illustirous honour of taking care of her for a few weeks as she recovers. Nothing says 'romance' like a girlfriend who can escape easily! ;)

Looking highly forward to Moot, as while I had a fuckin' dynamite laugh at the Parli, I didn't get much play time (as to be expected) so this'll be my first real 'playing event' of the year, if ya get me. Lots to do, including my Wedding, which, if I know the people involved, should be more fun than a Chimp with a Flamethrower in a Fireworks Factory. Also, my OS skills I bought kick in, so i'm now officially nasty. Joy!

That's pretty much it, aside from little bits n' bobs. Leaving my job in Bray in September to pursue a more acting orientated approach, but that's a good bit away yet.

Love to all,
Hate to none,
Cake for some,
Cheers,
Gav

It's not Paranoia if they send their Army of Robot-Weevils after you.

Fri, 16 May 2008 10:56:12 GMT

Well, Panic attacks are back. Full force. Bollocks.
Was feeling ropey about it last night, then woke up this morning and threw up at the very thought of going outside and to work. Then looked at the clock to see it was 7.30am. Tried to go back to bed so I could go to work at 10am, but couldn't. Ended up dozing in the bathroom after, when my body realised I had nothing else to throw up, it began to send up stomach acid instead. I've thrown up stomach acid before in little amounts (when you used to throw up more than a Bulimic girl, you get used to it), it sucks. This, however, was like Niagara Fucking Falls. I had to drink a pint of milk to stop it burning my throat out, but then of course I threw that up too, turning my ailment into a Monty Python sketch.

Crawled into work via means of bus initially, but had to get off it as I needed to throw up again. Got a taxi in the rest of the way, and only sheer force of sticking my head out the window saved me from paying the soiling charge.
Now in work, feel like shit run over twice, and dreading the very thought of stepping out the door. Nearly collapsed when I realised it was Friday, and that means D&D in Malahide. Needless to say, stomach acid got a sequel.

I hate this shit.

If I had never met Gav...

Tue, 13 May 2008 11:45:57 GMT

... all your sex lives would be dull and pointless.
I'm just putting that one up there first to save people from flooding my comments box with it.

This meme intreages me. Have at it!

If I had never me EvilDeadGav, I...

Mother sick

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 12:22:49 GMT

My Mum fell very ill last night. I only found out about it this morning.
She's always amazed me how much she copes with stress, be it from her family (five kids; including me), her permenantly insane husband (my Dad; I get my sense of humour and eccentricuty from him, so that should tell you something) and general life.

But it seems all the stress of the past year has caught up with her. The New House, the old house not selling and then selling with a huge price drop and all my Mum's antiques as part of the deal, her Mother (my G.Mother) having what seemed to be a heart attack on holiday, and a host of family related troubles.
Doctors seen her, and he says it's physical and mental exhaustion. It seemed my Dad was th only one who noticed she's lost a stone in weight over the last month from not eating and stressing. Some caring kids myself and my siblings are.

We don't know how long she's going to be like this for, but the Doctor says with a shed load of easy living, rest and food, she'll be fine in a fortnight or so.
I really hope so. I haven't seen her in over a week, so i'm heading out to check on her after work.

Eoin Leahy reviews Computer Games! (Possibly Lies)

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 10:10:06 GMT

Okay, it is lies. But the guy in question looks shocklingly like Eoin and happens to be hilarious. Also, if you imagine that the guy is in fact Eoin Leahy, it makes the whole process even funnier.

Here's some examples;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVBerX6Dzmc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1raUvGNbZFg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kMg6_IXCjo4&feature=related