Archive for December, 2009

Belated Christmas Present.

Well it’s boxing day here but still technically Christmas Day in the US and the UK. So it still counts!


I have put together a couple of special Cosplay pages for Christmas. So please go and open these little presents I have made for you all. I hope you enjoy.

Special Horrible Cosplay Christmas Edition ‘09

Special Cosplay Done Right Christmas Edition ‘09

Have a safe and Happy New Year.


Norman Rockwell. If the fucker wasn’t already dead. I’d kill him.

Ahh Christmas, such a wonderful time of year. Where families gather together so they can spend one magical day with one another, basking in all their love and tidings of joy.

Or so that fucktard Rockwell would have us all believe. That man has a serious amount of shit to answer for. Because he has single handedly generated an ideal of Christmas which is wholly unrealistic and unattainable.

Exhibit A

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Exhibit B

Exhibit C

Exhibit C


Above you have three exhibits of Rockwell’s work. Exhibit A shows us the ideal Christmas dinner, with the whole family gathered around the table, and mum serving the pièce de résistance, while father looks on in from the head of the table. Families every where try to emulate this crock of shit, and it is their downfall. What really happens is Mum slaves away in the kitchen for 12 hours, while dad drinks a 5th of scotch and the kids all sit around plugged into whatever electronic device they have to hand. Anything to not actually participate in the farce being presented to the relo’s who are on their way over.

Exhibit B shows a family welcoming one of their own back from their travels, where all the people are overjoyed because of this persons presence. You get the sense that Christmas isn’t about things, but really about the people you spend it with. BZZZZZT WRONG! Most families can barely stand to spend 15 minutes together. Unless this poor schmuck was delivering the booze supply then he wouldn’t be welcomed like that in most houses. Because how do you make 10 or 12 people get along and seem happy for some one’s arrival when they have been carrying on a factional guerrilla war, where the battlefields are the places and times past, wheresomeone has done something which impacted negatively on one of the others. Oh yeah feel the love!

Exhibit C is the family piling in to grandma’s with their arms stuffed with presents, faces showing just how excited and happy they are to have arrived.  As if saying you can only show your love for another person by buying them things. Exhibit C truly isn’t the worst of them. Because at least it comes right out and says that its a tool of commercialism.

All of the above pictures give families everywhere a false ideal of Christmas. The unattainable Christmas where everything goes right, and everyone gets along and no one is eyeing the butter knife mentally calculating how many slashes it would take to nick a vein?

Don’t get me wrong I like Christmas, I just cant stand all the bullshit that we are expected to swallow in the pursuit of the “perfect” Christmas. If you want to experience the real joy of Christmas, go to your local charity centre and ask them if they need a hand. Forget about trying to capture the perfect Christmas, because you will never achieve it. Instead do something for those who are less fortunate and show them some love along with tidings of joy.

On that note Happy Christmas everyone.


And on the 8th day, the Lord said. Let there be Cosplay. Horrible Cosplay.

I have just got finished setting up a new section of the site, which you will find under the Nerdvana tab to the left and above of this post.

Please welcome Horrible Cosplay Thursday!!!

Quite obviously it deals with a passion/sickness of mine. Horrible Cosplay. Its something I know I share with a few of you. I will be doing my best to bring you the worst the Internet has to offer every Thursday. If you don’t leave you computer with a slightly sickened feeling then I shant have achieved my goal.

The site is very much still a work in progress, so I am spending a fair amount of time reading and searching for lame WordPress threads on how to do stuff. One thing has become crystal clear during all this. To all intents and purposes I have no fucking idea what I am doing. The annoyance that is currently bugging me big time is that when you roll your mouse over a link from one of the main tabs at the top of the page, it turns the link white, making it effectively fucking invisible. It seems there will be no other way for me to resolve this than to code some sort of CSS patch into the theme being used for the page.

Me and coding are a very fucking bad idea. But hey enjoy the new section!!!


Shopgirl strangeness.

Well I had to head out during my lunch hour today to pick up a present for the person I had in the office Kris Kringle. Knowing the person who I was buying for well enough, I decided on a gift voucher to his favorite book store. Its a specialty bookstore you see, dealing with Sci Fi and Fantasy pretty exclusively. There are some other sub genre’s that are available there but only because no other bookstore in their right mind would stock them.

I had a bit of a poke around before I went to the counter to purchase the gift certificate, so when I finally did approach it there was already someone being served. Though not too successfully as I heard the man behind the counter saying ” I have tried running it through four times now and its still getting declined. Do you have another card sir?”  From his voice I could tell he just wanted to stab the customer in the throat with the nearest pen or one of the handy dandy miniature Star Wars light saber keyrings on sale at the counter. Only $5.95!!!

This meant that when I was called to the other end of the counter I was being served by a rather plain looking girl who would have been in her mid 20’s. But when I say “being served” I am not entirely being accurate. Because after being called over, the girl instantly started looking at my chest. Quite intensly actually. So much so, that I started to think she might have a stigmatism of some sort, so I should just plow ahead and pretend I hadnt noticed. You know, not wanting to be rude by drawing attention to someones physical differences and all. It had been a few seconds now since being called over so I decided to make the first move towards completing a transaction.

” Hello, I was wondering if you had gift cards or certificates for sale?” The shopgirl still stared intently at my chest, however I must have gotten through to her a little because she started talking in a very low voice just barely above a whisper. ” I, like, your, tie. It, is,very, very, red.” Each word was separated by just a beat before she went on. This coupled with the intense stare which still continued, instantly had me worried. Had I inadvertently worn a colour which has sent her into some sort of fit? Instantly the female scientist in the original Andromeda Strain film sprang to mind, she had problems with red lights didn’t she? 

But she went on in that same voice. ” Your, tie, is, so, red, I, have, this, thing, for, the, colour, red, and, you, tie, is, the, reddest, thing, I, have, seen, all, day.” Alarm bells are starting to go off in my head. Yet i replied, thanking her for her compliment saying I quite liked it too. I realised then, that maybe I shouldn’t have expected to just slip in and slip back out of a bookstore devoted to Sci Fi and Fantasy fiction, without encountering some form of weirdness. Be it from the staff or a customer.  Bored, rude, obstructionist, and plain stupid I was ready for. But I really hadn’t prepared myself for this.  This, this was something else entirely.

While I had been thinking all this she quite visibly, made a great effort to turn her head away from looking at me, and told herself. ” Stop looking at the nice mans lovely red tie.” At this point she turned into a very normal shop assistant and began going through the process of charging my credit card for the gift certificate I had asked for. But she wouldn’t look at me the entire time she was writing it up in their ledger.

Once I had signed everything and she had taken down the gift certificate number I thanked her for her help, and wished her a good day. I am pretty sure she didn’t hear me. Once again she was staring at my chest. Turning her whole self towards me, and kept turning as I walked to the front of the shop. I’m fairly certain I heard her say as I was leaving, “That, is, the, reddest, red, tie.”

After that I didn’t batt an eye when the bus that turned up to take me back to the office was being driven by Santa Clause who bellowed HO HO HO every time we passed a woman wearing something revealing as we drove down George St.

Wednesdays… Just cant trust them.

Holy crap I’ve made a Blog.

It seems a little strange writing a welcome message to absolutely no one. Because right now no one knows that this place exists. Thinking about things from a harsh reality perspective, that is more than likely going to be the case in the long term as well. My dreams of fame, fortune and walking down a red carpet lined with reporters, with some curvy brunette sexpot ( who is just dieing to go back to the hotel room to have her wicked way with me) on my arm will hardly ever come true as the result of a Blog.

But it cant hurt…

Anyway. I should tell you a little about myself.

First thing that everyone should know, is that I am a dude. So that colours pretty much everything in my life.

The second thing, is I very much like being a dude. Women really did get screwed over in the gender war, and I thank the great Flying Spaghetti Monster every day that I don’t have to deal with the shit they do. Plus I’d never get anything done if I had my own set of boobs. I would constantly be trying to answer questions I have not had a chance to get answered. Can one motor boat ones own boobies? Is it possible to knock yourself out with one?

The third thing, which is vitally important is that I am a gamer. This means that i spend large amounts of time staring at screens be they TV or Computer, making little representations of myself do things i would never do in real life. But i take those things seriously.

There are plenty of other “things” that describe me. But if i tried to list them all you would open up google and start searching for ways to off yourself faster than i could say.. well anything else.

Anyway. My intentions for this shabby little corner of da Internets is to give me a place to put out there the things i find funny in life, along with the things that happen in my life that might just make other people laugh. Usually these revolve around some event in which i have caused myself harm either through stupidity or lack of attention. I’ll put together a list of greatest hits that my friends already know. So you will get an idea of the fun things you can expect. Trust me, my past pain will provide you current joy.


Oh one last thing, my spelling and grammar are pretty crap. I know it, and its something I am actively working on. So cut me some slack, if you don’t, you might very well see your comments feature in a future update of mine. Just saying.