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Not much to post today. New banner, Tony and I are diligently working on the Windows 7 review, we'll get that to you when we can.

Pirates have invaded Blurgh Nation!

Or is it just punks with Bandannas?

It is indeed a joyous occasion as I introduce the third contributor to this blog. He's a rough and tough character, you don't want to mess with this guy. He has a bandanna.

Hailing from Bright's Grove, he has led a tough and unforgiving life on the streets. There, he developed a passion for children's playing cards and Techno music. One time, I bought him an eyepatch I found in the pharmacy section of Walmart and when he wore it he looked like a pirate, a Scurvy Pirate.

Did I mention it's talk like a Pirate Day?

Anyways, Stevey C everybody. Keep your wallets in your front pockets.

DOOM HAS RETURNED!

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
-Nelson Mandela

At long last I have returned to claim my rightful place as the second contributer to this blog, with new ambition, new prowess, new words and most of all a new Internet connection. Yes, I have a new connection to the information Super Highway or the Net, World Wide Web, or as some like to call it, The Series of Tubes, this can only mean one thing, I have moved into my new place. With this new place comes roommates, finally reunited with my friends Mike and Davidde, with their friend Kody joining us and newcomer Tom, my crippling loneliness will come to an end! Also with this new place comes free Internet and satellite tv, which I have missed in my year since moving away from home, in residence I had only cable and for the last 4 months I have had only rabbit ears for my television viewing pleasure (if you could call it that). But now I'm back and better then ever. Oh did I mention that I was starting World of Warcraft again? Yes, I was a habitual user before and a social user in the past month when I returned home for a funeral, but now I have decided to come back to the game after a small fling with City of Heroes and with my very on and off agian relationship with Eve Online, I return to my one true love.

I have much to write about and I'm going to start forcing James to write more so this might actually be worth the bandwidth again, but probably not.

Oh and I am going to start including songs from Canadian artists at the ends of my posts. Enjoy!

OMIGOSHNEWBANNER!!!

I made a new banner for the site, took maybe three hours in GIMP but I think it turned out well. I hope you like it, if you don’t, well, nobody cares.

UPDATE: After I finished the banner, I decided to go full out and change the colours too, once again, hope you like it.

No more Chromes…

Friends, a lightning storm just claimed the artificial life of my Ubuntu PC. It just sits there now, like a paperweight. The post below this contains a screenshot taken around an hour before the incident.

Being an eMachine, it becomes obvious that this computer came from humble roots. Most likely, it’s origin was somehow related to Wal-Mart, and it is uglier than sin, but inside was a proverbial heart of gold (read: Silicon).

Lil’ Jim II (as we shall call it), came into my household with the attitude that it wasn’t gonna let those other computers push it around just because it’s system specifications weren’t exactly up to date. At all. It was from around, oh say, 2003 probably.

Barely being able to run Windows XP, new life was breathed into it with the installation of Ubuntu 8.04, which ran without a hitch (until today). Sure, it was noisy, made click sounds that I only heard from my old Windows 3.1 desktop, but hey, it worked.

While it may have been old and crippled from the beginning, not a single thing could ever replace it. So rest in peace, Lil’ Jim II.

 

Stop looking at me like that…

It's like the Stepford Wives or something

As some of you may know, James stated in a previous post that he would be going to Camp until Sunday and returning today. Unfortunately, this is not the case.

James has been reported missing by the authorities not thirty minutes ago, and the only clue they have as to his whereabouts is this small transcript from a Journal he kept while he ventured into the unknown. This is his story:

9:00 AM, July 9th: We have now arrived at this Camp ground, and I seem to be the only one to notice that it is in utter ruin. The roads are not paved, these structures I see do not have satellites on top of them, some of them don't seem to even have electricity. I pray for the souls trapped inside these shells of torture, which others would dare to call “Cabins.”

10:45 AM, July 9th: My sister is trying to make my brother and I play this strange card game “Racko,” It is completely tactless. I feared that we were slowly turning into animals until my brother agreed that this game was, like, totally stupid, bro. We played Uno, that's better.

9:09 PM, July 9th: I can't believe this, the high-def tv my brother purchased for the half-week at camp doesn't pick up the Air waves without rabbit ears, this sucks. Truly this is a wasteland of nega-technology, where technology is frowned upon. Terrible.

11:30 AM, July 10th: I went searching for intelligent life, someone else sitting in their cabin like a sane person, not like these folk hanging around outside enjoying “Nature.” Nature, bah! If I want nature, I'll pop in a disc of Planet Earth, why go outside when David Attenborough is doing it for me?

Absolute Wasteland...

1:35 PM, July 10th: What is this thing!?


These folk seem to have lost their foothold in reality and created strange variations upon modern architecture. I pray that these people will realize their wrong-doings and come back to the sane world of Reality shows and emotional indifference. They're too... happy, it kind of makes me feel strange to see so many happy people. NO, don't give in James, you're a sensible, intelligent and independent couch potato, you don't need to mess up such a good thing.

7:00 PM, July 10th: I have been subject to torture, friends. I have eaten their food, and I am now digesting it.



Look at this cacophony of dark and evil materials, not a bit of which needed to be put in the microwave mind you, so you know there's something wrong already, crudely laid upon a plate of paper. A warning to you all now, friends, if you hear mention of a substance known as “Macaroni Salad,” run fast, run far, for it is a substance these creatures consume, even though it was pretty good... WHAT AM I SAYING!?

12:30 PM, July 11th: My mother may soon be lost to this settlement of nature loving... folk. She just let in two young children of another tribe to tend to wounds that developed on one of their knees. Apparently, the female child in question was injured when operating a machine known as, and I'm not sure if I'm saying this right, a “Bicycle.” My worst fears may soon be realized, I fear that this Faith Community hidden in the trees may indeed be a front for a child labour organization! Their minds were warped and twisted in a terribly perverse way, they were happy, with smiles on their faces, almost as if they were glad that they were being worked to the bone operating these Bicycles...

4:45 PM, July 11th: My mother has been gone for perhaps half an hour. She has supposedly gone to appeal to the leaders of this settlement to remove perhaps five or six wasp's nests hanging off of the outside of the cabin we are in, I personally believe that they may be weapons strategically placed there to emanate gaseous... gases into our cabin to manipulate our brains. My brother went out to find her after fifteen minutes had passed, and much to his misfortune, he found her fraternizing with the folk. Not just attempting to study them, she was interacting, laughing, conversing, she was one of them. They have infiltrated my family group, I can't even trust my own mother anymore, I may have to kill her.

Her expression. So empty.

3:01 PM, July 12th: I just returned from a most disturbing event. I travelled with my sister to some kind of pool full of water. Children were being dunked into it by their parents, most likely being taught diving for militant purposes. For the sake of the investigation, I went in this poorly disguised pool to study further. I wore my shirt in the pool, but it was only because I burn easily. Stop laughing. It... it wasn't fun at... at all. I... I... ok it was pretty snazzy, I could get used to these militant diving techniques, even if it looked a lot like swimming.

(Right here, there seems to be a large gap between entries, I think that this may have been when they pounced on him.)

8:00 PM, July 12th: I am now a man. I have created fire with my bare hands (also with wood, paper towels and matches). We made S'Mores! Did you know about these things? They're, like, Marshmallow, ok? Yeah, and then you light the Marshmallow on fire and wrap it in Graham Cracker and Chocolate (the Marshmallow shouldn't be on fire at that point). Boy, I sure was wrong about these kind folk. Just becauses they converse, laugh and don't need TV doesn't make them weird, it just makes them special. We also cooked assorted meats on the fire, Hot dogs and stuff. I wonder where a honky can get hisself a fire for inside the house...

(Yeah, he's probably dead.)

Doom has come to Blurgh Nation...

What's this? Two posts in a day, surely I am going mad! Nay, if I am going mad, it is only with anticipation to announce the arrival of my new co-contributor: Doom.

Seriously, that's his last name. How can I not allow this man to blog along-side me?

Tony shall be covering anything and everything he chooses since I am heavily indimidated by him. However, like I do my Father, I both fear and respect him.

Tony Doom, everyone.