http://videogames.yahoo.com/events/playback/playback-45/1315987

About 0:52 it mentions my Manchester level in Resistance.

Glee!

Most of it is about some bad game, though.

Aww yeah.

Check out more images from the new stuff here:
http://media.wii.ign.com/media/142/14251204/imgs_1.html

Spyborgs, baby.

Buy two.

Just in case my last post wasn’t emo enough, here’s some Yeats:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Somteimes I think I’ll emerge from this crunch like a groundhog into the spring sun. I’ll peer around and remember what the world was like outside my hole. Unfortunately this metaphor terrifies me, since I might see my shadow and have 6 more weeks of crunch.

Maybe I, like Shelley Winters, will start listening to Cradle of Filth and wearing black clothes and eyeliner.

Who can tell?

Well done, my friend. And now…

In Consideration of War and Peace

Like ghosts in the night
They sit and watch, preparing.
Awaiting their fate.
One number, one letter. Death.
Sinking to oblivion.