Lord of the Wombats

2006-07-08T11:38:00.000-07:00

No real reason to this, just felt I had to share this with y'all, because it's genius.

2006-07-01T14:40:00.000-07:00

Stunning.

Absoloutely stunning, that's all I've got to say about our fine countries display on this most auspicious of occasions, we ran, we passed, we shot, we even stood on the oppositions crotch in true British style and although, at the end of it all we lost, it's all about the fun right? You took part at least, while scores of fat, balding, greased English men and women (I'm comfortable saying this because I'm protected by the fact that this is all on the internet and they don't know who I am. Although even if they did I'd imagine them to be too inebriated to do much about it...) watched your gallant efforts to succeed while downing another pint of carling and eating cheap nuts, eyes rolling back into their heads as they choke back the tears at your failure in "The Beautiful Game"...But I digress...You played, sure you lost, failed miserably some might say (some being me) but you surely enjoyed it, to get so far, to soak up the atmosphere, that's what the kids'll realise right?...Right?

Well no...not really, because what actually happened was that you came, you played, you got ass-raped by the Portugese and then cried. Like a bunch of hillbillys at a reading convention you sat down and cried about it, there's a great lesson for them to take back to their PE lessons, if at first you don't succeed don't congratulate your opponent, sit down and bitch. Or hit them. The Brit's seem to be pretty good at that too. Though I must say, I don't blame that on the football, I blame that on the parents...probably because most of them are the aformentioned slack-jawed, beer guzzling, nut chomping inbreds that watched you in your humiliation.

But ah well, c'est la vie and all that, it's just a game of chase-the-ball-up-the-field-then-punch-the-keeper-in-the-face-before-he-stops-you-scoring right? And while this has certainly been an...agressive post I must say that it is all but humor in the face of defeat, it was indeed a good effort, though clearly not good enough, well done to the team and maybe better luck next time.

And so now, once more I leave you, but not with out a gift, a return to better days if you will, like any true Brit I'm compelled to throw this out there.

This is football.

2006-06-22T13:25:00.000-07:00

Hm, whoops.

I actually only created an account so that I could respond to a comment on my good friend Melaisis' blog and now here I am writing this, I reiterate my earlier expressed sentiments. Hm. Whoops.

Ah well, now that I'm here I might as well not let this space go to waste lest it be violated, molested even by some angsty teenager sat alone in their bedroom with nothing but the gentle, warming glow of the monitor and their comics to keep them company...oh...wait...scrap that.

Though I suppose it could be worse, I could play World of Warcraft as well, lucky for me (and you really) I escaped that foul maiden's clutches many a moon ago, betrothed to her though I was I escaped with naught but a whip, a gun and a damn cool hat, Indy would have been proud. The fact that I'll soon once again be a slave to the harsh, unforgiving recesses of EVE Online is of no consequence to these affairs.

While many will no doubt believe my very holding of this blog to be a faux pas of sorts I have but one thing to say to you fellows. Bugger off.

Until next time my friends, farewell.