Has it really been a whole month since I blogged anything? Wow. I honestly hadn’t even noticed. Suppose I should blather on about something I’ve been doing, to justify keeping my hosting paid and open.

So due to Sheepeep I got myself in on the last week of the STO open beta. Had quite a bit of fun. Okay, so there’s a fair amount of repetition and the game’s a lot more simplistic than you may expect especially during levels 1-10, which honestly are total crap, being the “newbie stage” – but once you reach Lieutenant Commander and get into the main ships, things do pick up.

As it stands right now the game is more like a multiplayer version of Starfleet Command 3, but that’s not a bad thing at all, because it’s the kind of MMO you can pick up and group with friends for just that one instance every now and then, or easily dump a whole night on just pratting around in Starbase 24. There’s plenty of room for development, at least.

Check the slideshow for a few snippets from my little adventures.

For those of you who are interested, Sheep, myself, Jeff (n0e), and FileTrekker are interested in starting up a fleet. If you’d like to join up, drop me a line through the contact form, or catch up to me or Sheep over on the ArloriaNET IRC – we’re usually lurking in #welcome.

Well, actually, no. There’s bugger all to blog about thanks to whatever kind of hell-virus got passed onto me.

Anyway, time to grab another Lemsip, and try to get some work done.

It’d be pretty callous of me not to make a blog post for the holidays, even if merriment and diversion isn’t of much value to the purportedly self-employed. However, tradition is tradition, even on the internet.

Money is short, times are hard, so before I get blunted on Red Bull and go on an 18-hour Fallout marathon, here’s your f***ing Christmas card.

(Expletives contained within. Just in case you don’t like those. Y’know.)
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A vicar has provoked outrage in the run up to Christmas by telling his parishioners it’s okay for them to go out and shoplift.

Today he defended his view, insisting people should only do it if they’re desperate – AND they should only target larger stores.

It’s not like I ever need a reason to throw sarcasm at religious institutions, but if I did, this would rank pretty high.

In all seriousness, though, part of me thinks that he’s probably only saying that because he’s done it, and wants to justify it. Hey, if the crackpot wants to get himself cast down into Hell, that’s his business. I just wish he’d do it quietly and avoid taking the rest of society with him. Compared to teenagers in this country, I’ve seen axe murderers with more morals; the last thing they need is encouragement.

In light of the recent #ratm4xmas campaign, though, I would likely never forgive myself if I didn’t close with this:

“F*** you I won’t preach what you tell me!”

We all know that Royal Mail are never quick with deliveries, especially not near Christmas. Never one to miss an opportunity, Irony, that cheeky little concept, decided to play with strings, knowing full well that Royal Mail’s track record grants no illusions of receiving a delivery in less than 72 hours from dispatch, let alone a mere 24.

Obviously, I did not know Royal Mail had started using astral goats to deliver the mail, and so was not around to receive a package delivered two days earlier than it should have been, and must now endure an additional 72 hours with a laptop touchpad.

You may have your victory in this round, Irony, but know this. Your lack of existentialism prevents you from consuming delicious things, a restriction which the two of us do not share. I will now slink away and nom out on apple juice and cookies, leaving you to feel dissatisfied with your hollow victory.

Karmic Forces: 1. Mikouen: 1.