Oh yes, you all read (excluding the blind, who can't read. I don't think they make braille monitors yet. Why's a blind person on a gaming site? Go away!) that one right, FOUR!!!!
Some of my fans, both of you, may have noticed a slight lack in you reading about what a real person does, you sunlight deprived acne magnets you, so I've decided to sedate said masses with another entry (entry, ha), and this time it's all about how fate went out of its way to ruin Christmas for me! Forget tsunamis, this is real tragedy. I wholeheartedly shift the blame to someone undeserving for that last bit.
But back to the reason you're all alive, me. As probably the only bit of gaming related diary-dom, my PS2's CD drive somehow was reborn just before Christmas! How filled with glee I was, until Fopah no. 3... Read on...
Fopah No.1
It started around December 21st, this cataclysmic cacophony of Chris Crinkle concomitant chaos. My beloved father decided to get a cold for about two weeks and not go to the doctor. Yes father, lying in bed skulling whiskey all day's a sure fire cure *overly enthusiastic thumbs up* Unbelievably, it wasn't! And he very generously gave me said cold. Also, I'd been walking around the minus whatever degree weather with an open jacket because style never goes out of fashion, and that gave me a sore throat. Getting this with the cold added up to also give me pharyngitis (sp?), which is some throat infection. The mucus from my cold was going to my chest too, which was starting to reacquaint me with my good friend asthma, but the doctor said if I coughed too much my throat would hemorrhage and I'd die. Good stuff. Here's a scientific explanation (the last one on the right is my shrivelled lungs).
Fopah No.2
So, I got said illnesses on the 21st, and through some sort of Christmas miracle, I was cured on Christmas Eve!! No wait, I kept the illness all through Christmas, but miraculously, the day before work, it cleared up! Great, so no Christmas holidays (unless struggling to breathe and vomiting a very festive red & green mixture is your idea of one) and no sick days :evil:
Fopah No.3
Lying in bed, bringing up a cardboard-esque miasma of colour, one would need some entertainment to keep sane, or insane. With my family too disgusted to spend time with me (they were all better by Christmas, woo) I planned on becoming fat on the hideous, hideous Christmas TV schedule, or at least put my wandering hands to good use with my PS2, before I went blind :roll: But NO, fate had a much better festive treat for me. As I turned on the TV to see the archetypal "Let's forget Dad's an alcoholic, mom's a crackhead, teenage daughter's pregnant and pseudo goth son is on drugs/ dead/ on drugs and dead" family staring accusatorily at me, I heard a crackle, the screen went black, and the thing started making a constant droning noise, akin to an obese person's "nobody's listening" fart. Oh joy, my TV died on Christmas Day.
Fopah No.4
So, following fopah no. 3 was the quest to find a new TV! With my Christmas money spent on me trying to live through the damn holiday, I had not a lot of brass in pocket, as they say. So I ended up going to the place where people are afraid to go because of A) scary foreigners that scream "HEGH LOW BIE TEENGS!!!"(hello, buy things to you and me) and B) the dignity shredding experience that comes from shopping off a place probably run by child labour. No, second rate child labour. Like the amputees and stuff. So I bought a Philips 28", and a TV too. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA <.< >.> yeah, joke... Anywho, the way my old TV and VCR was set up was;
I'm going now, you're all very welcome for the above post! Hope you didn't have to look up too many of my big words, although I am most peoples' only source of eduction. Ejoy being inferior to me, and thank you again for reading. Adieu!
Schillinger