So I returned, for a short time, to AFP, and then I made the mistake of just clicking on the first post I came across in google groups to test my new account setup.. and it was spam. WebMarshall didn’t like that, so now my access (indeed, access for the whole building) to google groups has been DENIED.

Motherfuck!

And now that’ll cause me problems for my own site, you watch…

I guess the weather is just teasing us with suggestions of one type… then another. All I ask is continuity!

So, yeah, I watched Anaconda. Big snake, huh? I want to know if Ice Cube has a “Mr Cube will not die in this movie” clause written into his contracts. Seems plausible to me. More plausible than that snake, or the stuffed panther. Oh, the stuffed panther.

Poor Owen, I have to say. He drifts off to stardom, that’s what I say. Starrrrrrdom!

Anaconda is just starting on Channel 4, and I thought.. “Meh, might watch it..” then I remembered it was Jennifer “J-Lo” Lopez, Eric “E-Sto” Stoltz and, crikey, Owen Wilson versus a big-assed snake! Hot diggety! So I’m off to watch that now, pizza slowly cooling nearby..

I’m on my way home… I guess it’s been a long day, with a net result of not much. My feet hurt. However, the last oranges of today’s sun are attempting to cheer me by making Tower 42 and the Swiss Re building glow. Thanks, sun! You rock.

So I went into Game yesterday (after about 4 miles of back-and-forth to fetch my cashcard), armed with the knowledge that I’d got enough trade-in goodness and actual money to buy Prince of Persia – The Sands of Time. And, since it’s now at 29.99, even on Gamecube, I was surprised by how much cash I’d got to buy it.

What also surprised me was that I ended up buying Hitman:Contracts for Xbox, price 19.99. I don’t even own an Xbox. Why, then, did I buy the sequel to a game I had no interest in playing in the first place on a system I don’t have access to? Why, for 200 loyalty points, that’s why! So I got them both home and…

Wait.

[activates dagger]

[rewinds to shop]

Then I traded Hitman:Contracts back in. For 20 quid. Net profit – 1p. And the 200 loyalty card points. I don’t know. I guess the guys in the shop worked out a neat little scam which got them some kind of commission bonus for flogging their latest offer. They’re welcome.

PoP is, naturally, the bomb. But it’s tough. At points. Argh.

Yes, two pictures in a row. Sue me. This is the bruise coming along nicely. You can’t see the actual cut very well – there’s a darkish blob at the far end of my eyebrow. That’s it. I doubt I’ll even get a scar out of this whole stupid business.

I never want to see this ever again. GOOGLE WAS BROKEN!

Spent a good while reunited with the GameCube. Sure, it was nice to see Metroid Prime and Mario Party 5 is fun but a bit empty with only one person galumphing around the board, but the star of the weekend was undoubtedly Soul Calibur II.

Now, I’ve got Soul Blade on the PS, and it’s good as it goes. It’s no Tekken 3, I can tell you that, but it’s an entertaining way to spend a few minutes. Soul Calibur II is a cut – pardon pun – above. Intuition doesn’t come into it (Tekken’s one-button-per-limb is intuitive as hell), but instinct does. Quarter-circles on the analogue stick, A A B button pushes, grabs, charges, it feels like home. And I may get teased for my tendency to play as a tiny girl on these sorts of games, but that’s just me. It’s the style I’m most comfortable with, nimble, darting, leaping. I can’t handle bruisers, I feel clumsy and vulnerable. I need to know that I can dash away, dart in, float like a moth, sting like a bee. You know?

Of course, Weapon Master mode is a pain in the arse. So many tight challenges to unlock stuff. Whatever happened to just playing through on Arcade mode and hoping for the best? Added value, pah. I want to play as everyone now!

So the boxes were moved across from flppy’s parents’ house today, by a removals firm. Meant I spent my FIRST NIGHT ALONE in the house. Oh, yeah. I slept on the wrong side of the bed, and everything. I just didn’t care. Felt a bit empty in the morning, the house (and me, I mean, without breakfast and with only that disgusting chicken thing from last night), but that’s how it goes, I guess.

Aaaanyway. The boxes were loaded up by the nice removal men at one end (overseen by the oaten one) and then she came over here while they did a drop-off and eventually turned up in Walthamstow. While we were just, you know, making the place ready for the boxes, I was dashing about the house and, in a fit of I don’t know what, joie de vivre, I guess, I leapt from the third step to land on the living room floor.

Well, not quite. You see, I forgot (somehow) that there’s a door in the way. So the top of my skull went CLONK against the doorframe with a sound not unlike a coconut being dropped onto a polished wooden floor. I dropped and sprawled on the bottom step, feeling a bit foolish and a lot in pain. The pain went pretty rapidly and I don’t even have a lump on the top of my head, let alone blood.

However. When the boxes were in place and I was taking the vacuum cleaner down to clear out the cupboard-under-the-stairs, I turned sideways at the bottom of the steps, then, hastily, turned back. I guess I grew a few feet in the night, Ent Draught I don’t doubt, because without lifting off the ground, my brow connected – again with the CLONK – with the exact same door jamb. Muuuch more pain. I did have the presence of mind to yell “Oh, shit, not again!” as a I staggered about clutching my forehead. When my hand came away – uh-oh, blood.

So, that’s two head injuries in a day, and a nice dark patch on my left eyebrow. Oh, and a swelling I can actually see, peeking out into my vision. Clearly, I am klutz central today. You may leave your sympathies in the space provided below.

I’m so sleepy and exhausted! A combination of too many late nights, too many stuttering mornings and TOO MUCH POLLEN! I want to lie very still for a very long time. Preferably with a troupe of servants bringing me drinks in tall glasses dripping with condensation.

I think it’s fair to say that my bullish attitude to BB has paid off already. Three weeks in and we’ve ticked most of the boxes for “things you want to see in reality telly”. This week’s rucking has been spectacularly entertaining – as much for the “WTF??” reactions of my fellow viewers as for the actual on-screen shenanimaganians. The one downside is their apparent reluctance to remove people from the house. Come on, Big Brother! Let’s start picking these suckers off!