Quadbikes, drops and ice skating.

Well, I've had an interesting week, and whether or not you guys want to, you're going to read about it.

Camp was, as predicted, shit in many parts. The food was the equivalent of a dead beagle's intestines. The crew were patronizing and the activities, for the most part, were crap.
There were a few exceptions to this rule. One was leap of faith, where you climbed a ten metre wooden pole, stood on top of it, (about 40cm sq, if that) and leapt. With no harness.

Haha, nah, you had a harness. It was pretty fun.

The other was quadbiking. It was the most overrated, but also the most fun. (weird, eh?)
You can Google for details, I have more pressing things to talk about than me getting muddy.

The worst activity was Welfare, where they tried to teach us about friendship and all that jazz. Like I DONT know about that, guys. It's a little late for that, this is like, year 3 material.

Jeez.

The cabin I was in could have been better, but also could have been worse. The first night, the guys in my room would NOT shut up, so I left and slept on the cowch in the common room of our cabin. I, however, did not recon on the 'gangstah' group in the room diagonal from us. They were pretty loud, and several times crept past and threw waterbombs at sleeping people. I was officialy named 'The Couch Kid'. I considered retreating into my room, but one cannot make a gracious return after telling everyone "Shut the fuck up, you sound like weasels on crack!", or something along those lines.
I got 3 hours sleep.

In the morning, we realized that the tea-and-coffee making facilities were not for us. I tried to take a teabag from the very open rack and was told off. So while cleaning up Alex pilfered some tea and coffee (instant) and we drank both over the course of the few days. The coffee, although crap, woke me up, and I vowed never to drink it again. It was almost as bad as the camp food.

The second night, Gideon kept turning our lights on, so we got Pat (short for Patrick, one of the 'homies') to slap him. Funnily enough, he did. That was awesome.

The SWEET RAVE PARTY was the best. Alex, bored, dared me to pretend I was gay and talk Adam Zimaris up, and it was well worth it to see the look on his face. (Somewhere between a constipated hamster and a dying goldfish.) Then we went and raved for an hour or two, danced and had fun.

Lolz.

In other news, I have a not very official girlfriend, and Alex is busy trying to convince me that she's a man. Personally, I thinks it's hillarious that it's ME with the first girl between us, mainly because we made lots of jokes in year 6-7 about us and girls and our crushes.

Ice skating is fun. I've skated for 4 hours in total over 2 weeks, and I can now skate faster than a moderatly active turtle.
Some douchebag decided to crash into me this lesson, and I managed to stay upright for a full second before falling on my left arm and swearing. I mean, jeez. I've skated for 4 hours, and I can manage not to hit people going slower than me. It's not like it was crowded or anything. And now my arm is stiff and painy, and I cannot use it for most things. It's a BITCH typing with one hand, and even worse using shift. (Hooray for CAPS LOCK)

Though, it strikes me as weird. I'm whizzing around on two knives on ice. Why? Who came up with this?

Christ.

I'm now attempsting to do things like cook and do H/W without straining my arm. Whoo, boy, sleep is going to be fun. A poll is up, over at the 31st. Go vote.

School camp always SUCKS. But, yet again, I'm going to one in the hope that it will not be the catastrophe that it is actually inevitably be.
Christ, every time I go to a camp, every SINGLE one of the advisers is a patronizing bastard/bitch/gorilla. Seriously.

so, I'll be away till Thursday. My comic will auto-update as per usual, on Wednesday. Check it. till then, I'll be packing.

Also, this is a shout out to all concerning my good friend, Alex D. He runs the blog Painfully Orange, which is really orange. He is wise beyond his years, (sometimes) and is the only person who can actually STOP me from setting things on fire and match my intellectual mind. (lol.)
Well, the only one under 16.
He has a deviant at http://clockworkcopy.deviantart.com/, where he runs the only currently active comic of his.

Go and see what he has to offer, and encourage him to update his comic more often. Also, make him blog about things, since he has a very unique brand of situational humor.

Ice Skating.

I can now ice skate. Yay?
I'm really not angry about anything today. This could be some sort of record.

Today's been good.

Wow, I've got nothing to talk about. Oooooh. Damn.

Guess you guys are going to have to wait for some content. Sorry. :D

Mr Happy is Dead.

Today was a good day. Which is to say that some of my subjects were not complete wrecks. There was not, and still is not, (to a large extent) any clouds in the sky. I actually got work done, and did my Maths homework.

But, as you all probably know by now, there are lots of people out there who conspire to turn my otherwise happy, productive days into a nightmare of PAIN and fustration. Who? You ask.

1: Daniel Zachochanski. He can be one of the most annoying people EVER. And he is completely oblivious to the fact.
2: Adam Zimaris. The biggest douche on the planet. He has the most high pitched voice and is as annoying as hell. And guess what he was doing ALL the way home on the bus? Complaining about someone with those traits. Right behind me.

3: Actually, this one requires an in depth explanation.

I came off the bus, and lo and behold, my sister and mother are in the garage, going to open the door. Seeing as this will negate the trip up to the front door for me, (about 10 seconds) I join them. I mean, they're family, right?

Well, yes. But that apparently means nothing. I was greeted by the phrase "So where's your front door key?" and a five minute lecture on my forgetfullness and other failings. I had the key in my POCKET. I said so, several times. Silly me, logic has no place here.

So I go up to the front door instead. I mean, of course, I'm in the wrong here. I should KNOW by now that I can't do anything right. It's obviously my fault that I use my brain.
DUH.

What a perfect ending to the day. I now leave you to COOK for this lovley person and get yelled at in return. For the next 3 weeks.

Hulooz.

Just out here to share some of my startlingly braindead insights. Or not.
This is just an update to tell you all that I'm still alive.
Dad, If you're reading, the fuzzle work is udnerway.
Alex, If you are, cantalopes.
Nick, if YOU are.. um...... something. I say something.

My comic is underway at www.thedubiouslycreatedcomic.smackjeeves.com though it is still in beta. go see.

Those lovely internet arguments.

It's something that's been killing me ever since I got back from my two week holiday.
These dumb asses on the internet seem to be administered to most sites with communication through a salt-shaker, and once in are harder to remove than beer from a hobo.

The average intelligence of these salt-grain spammers is actually about that much, and they don't actually act it. They act as if they once had that much brain and destroyed it through substance abuse and lack of regular use.
They can't spell, use grammar, use spell check, work out a coherent sentence, let alone a whole argument, think that they are the best, that their opinion is the king of all, and can actually have an affect on others with their lame ass threats and insults.
The sad thing is, they do. Others such as themselves take these little pieces of indecency and absorb them, making them a central part of the 'What I Care About" section of the aforementioned salt grain brain. They then respond with little indecencies of their own, and then it escalates.

And it's lovely to see them kill each other and upset themselves over trend following bands and socially numbing social networking sites. But they are not content to stay in their little circles of pain, and feel obligated to message people randomly, either insulting them over something they may not have said, or 'recruiting' them to their cause over the same.

And I am aware of the irony of me, sitting here, ranting about them. But give me this little freedom, for if I do not vent, I will surely explode.

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Okay, now that's out, I can regale you with tales of my holiday. In bullet points, since I'm too lazy to do otherwise.

-Went to three different holiday-houses.
-Went horse riding
-Was told by my dear Grandmother that I shouldn't have opinions
-Had deep and meaningful/less discussions with Dad.
-Watched Mother get angry repeatedly over nothing.
-Watched the sun rise and set.
-Slept.
-Had a great deal of fun putting my sister in various armlocks.
-Went to many resturants and was amazed at how the staff seemed to think i was 4 years younger than I really am.
-Ate many expensive and tasty meats.
-Ruined many a caprefully sculpted plate of food.
-Slept.
-Went horse riding three days in a row.
-I saw goats. Possibly the best moment.
-Saw a donkey, many horses and a mule.
-Made many crude jokes.
-Boobs.
-Slept.
-Didn't actually break much. Much.
-Packed at the last minute every time. And loved it.
-Laughed at other people.
-Went to the beach and got bowled over in the waves. Repeatedly. On purpouse.
-Rescued my sisters sandle from the merciless waves. No, really, she lost it while playing and I had to go get drenched lest it end up on sope poor penguin. Also so she would have two shoes, but that was dads reason, not mine.
-Missed the internet briefley.
-Chastized myself for doing so.
-Got various neck and head aches from sitting in a boot with luggase surrounding me and/or listening to my grandparents for too long.
-Took some self taught courses in patience and not ripping into people for insulting you in a way which would normally result in their getting owned. No really, it was hard not to argue back.
-Kept a healthy disrespect for strangers.
-Did stuff.
-Slept.
-Ran out of tasty snacks and was forced to eat leaves.
-Stood in the rain for the hell of it.
-Stood outside for the hell of it.
-Stood inside for the hell of it.
-Slept inside for the hell of it.
-Did not sleep outside. Yay.

Wow, that was long. And also not very informative. :D

Yea, my grandmother, or as she likes us to call her, 'Oma' (she's German) has very strong and wrong opinions on everything she knows little about. And sometimes they can actually cause open flesh wounds to rational people due to the ammount of wrong in them.

We have some serious issiues to work out.

Also, thanks one and all for actually waiting this long for me to come back, if anyone actually cares, and to Alex D.
Who, may I mention, failed to email me the next section of the collaberative story we are working on together.
Which brings to mind the sheer ammount of writing projects I have on my Linux laptop. I mean, it is amazing how many idead I have. I thinks that at long last, I have filled my Ideas Pad, and have actually started work on five or six of them. It's fun, being a writer.

Untill the next time I get a bug up my arse about something, eh?

-Innovation

P.S: Signing my post is really redundant, and so is this postscript.

More Crude Humour, and maybe some other stuff.

Heeeeeeeeeeeeey all. I've totally not forgot about my blog lately. Hehe.....

I have a whole load of stuff to blog about, but since I have stuff to do, I'll keep it short and simple.
First, I'm going away on Thrusdar, and will be incomunicando for about a week, maybe two if I'm lazy.

I'll be going with my grandmother, and while she is the nicest person (sometimes), it all appears a little shallow if you study it closely, and she does get incredibly hard to live with if you are around her for more than a few days, (I pity her husband) and she does patronize me a lot. In fact, last time we met, she expected me to behave like an adult, (with the exception of assigning me teenage stereotypical traits), and treated me like a child, and reffered to me as a teenager. To make it worse, she really full on patronizes me whenever she can, and belittles my ideas and opinions, her best one to date was telling me that "I would understand when I got more experience", when we were talking about a very simple matter concerning Aboriginals, Ayers Rock and alschomols. (wow, alschomols is a real word?).
And she is totally self opinionated, self obsesses and all those terms.

In other news, starting next term, I have decided to update my comic TDCC every weekend, Sat and Sun.

Now, onto the main topic: Religion. God, it winds me up, and the flimsiest of things are used to justify it, and in the end its fanatics push it farther than it ever need, or was intended, to go.

Porn, for instance. A friend of mine is a Christian, and he cannot (however much he wants to) look at porn. I'm curious to know where that is said in the bible, along with things like being gay, or masturbation, or any of that.
Imagine life without contraceptives, men. Ouch, eh?

I will talk more on that later. :D
Have a good one.