Oh, damnation. There is no reprieve

Went for this weird wedding thingamajig in Batu Pahat yesterday. It was my dad's ex-university mate's daughter's wedding. So you can imagine how I had to identify myself whenever they caught me without my dad next to me.

By the time the whole affair was done, all the men were drunk. And that's when the old friends come out of the woodwork to say hi and tell you how old you look. So there was this old friend of my dad's. Not really a 'friend' exactly. Just some random guy who knew a someone who knew my dad. And my dad just wanted to poke shit in the woods, so when he was asked some box-standard questions, he did this mostly:

Drunk man : So, what are you doing now.
Drunk dad : I'm uh- practicing... handwriting.
Drunk man : Oh that's very good.


See? Drunk strangers are happy strangers because they don't understand what's going on. Who practices handwriting at the age of 58 I wonder?

I actually don't wonder.


I know no news is good news, so even though this technically is no news, it's good, because I'm not going to be talking about games, gaming, or anything game related on this blog any longer. Ok, maybe the occasional blurb about a new gaming gadget or game I like wouldn't be THAT bad, but for the most part, I'm going to be taking my game-talk to gamespot.com, where I can rant away without losing (or gaining) readers on my yet-to-be-established gaming blog. Which I shall link up once I start posting on.

man, I must have made a dozen mistakes in that last paragraph.

Tomorrow, I project, will be dull and full of xbox-ing and puppy playing and wondering if people don't leave comments for the same reason I sometimes don't. Sniff sniff cry cry bye bye