Haven't really got too much to write about these days. Not a lot is going on at the moment, and I'm really not interested in much past Borderlands 2. Life would be so boring if I weren't a gamer.
Let's see... the whole "giving up cigarettes" thing is going well, better than I expected anyway. Yesterday the kids really did my head in, and I very nearly strangled F, the little shit. His violent outbursts are starting to get beyond a joke. What's worse is that he doesn't do it out of anger - he seems to think it's perfectly acceptable, no matter how much he's been told otherwise. Well, he's gonna be sent off to some kind of fucking therapist, and that's great, but whatever they do - they'd better do it quick, because I'm going to strangle that little shit one of these days.
This is why I don't talk too much about my personal life. I don't want to record anything incriminating. Rrrr.
What else... I showed Buffy The Vampire Slayer to Gemma. She loved it. We watched every episode back to back, from season 1 to season 7. She didn't want it to end - another convert. I told her not to worry because we still had Angel to get through, which cheered her up. How can a woman be into Firefly and not check out Whedon's other stuff? Baffling.
We watched the RoboCop remake (I refuse to use the word "reboot" when "remake" is sufficient, thank you) and I was a bit underwhelmed. The bit where you see just his face and lungs, because that's all they managed to save, was awesome, and some of the firefights were cool, and kudos for including the song Hocus Pocus by the band Focus, but the ending sucked and they changed too much for my liking. The original was far fucking better - like every other fucking remake out there WITHOUT EXCEPTION. No, shut up. Without exception.
My cat has lived longer than the average life-span. She's not going to be with us forever. This makes me sad.
Next entry: Borderlands 2 Vita pics.
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