Here we go again

Things updated:

* Still at the same place, still tearing my hair (singular) out for the most part.

* MW2 is dead, overrun by hackers. Black Ops was worse as a multiplayer experience, MW3 is more fun than both and I don't suck quite so much as I've found my feet with TWO ARs and now a decent SMG - the P90 <3

* I've changed gyms with a six-month gap in between. My bench is up to 50kg-5-reps-2sets. Still need to work on speed / gut.

* A whole bunch of celebrities and terrorists are dead, surprisingly few wrestlers which is a good thing.

* City still suck.

* Rams didn't suck in 2010, they did in 2011.

* Cardinals don't. World Champions~~~!

* No significant other in progress or upcoming.

* Less money, blah blah

Sorry if this post sucked, I'm at work. May do a better summation later tonight.

Modern Warfare 2: How not to be seen?

Could someone actually show me how? Especially in Team Deathmatch when some spawny little sod catches me out of the corner of his screen and somehow gets the drop no matter that I've already opened the UMP up on him? The best that can actually be done is to have Cold Blooded Pro and Ninja Pro equipped along with silencers on both weapons, meaning that the only way someone can intentionally hit me is if I'm spotted in front of his face.

Which happens quite a lot.

Especially on maps like Wasteland where short-term camping gets you no kills, and Rust where any sort of camping gets Heather Mills' leg up your arse.

And even more so on TDM, when my 'team' largely does what it bloody well pleases and the other guys manage to work as a unit.

since some kind fellow posted a 'ghost' guide on CODNation , I've been sticking to the UMP as my main weapon, but wonder strongly whether I should switch back to an assault rifle. I quite fancy the SCAR for its snide power but the low magazine would necessiate a switch from Bling Pro to Scavenger Pro, meaning I'd have to choose between the tactical knife on my sidearm and the silencer. the M16 is also attractive but I'd have to avoid crowds for certain, so it's looking like either the M4 when I can have a little error-room, or I'd have to be bloody good with a SCAR/Tac-knife combo.

Either that or some hack-maestro can come up with a Predator camouflage on a killstreak. Just 10 seconds of near-full invisiblity would make the difference between -3 Kills/Deaths and +3 to me.

Motivation, motivation, motivation

Right now I'm at a crossroads at what I want to do regarding my health. I'm better than I have been in the past because I've been hitting protein shakes and controlling my unshakable love for coke, pizza, ice cream et al. and I'm 7lb lighter than I was about a month ago, just over a quarter of the way where I want to be.

The main prob I'm having is that from this time next week I have an hour less a night to get gym work done, because I'm working an extra hour a day from then on which means I'll bet getting to the gym later and later. It's a problem mainly down to hitting the crowded streets of Bris right in the middle of rush hour, where the only pain and ache to be suffered is to watch the Evening Shift through a bus window.

Given the £33 I pay per month and a woeful average of 7 visits in that time I'm mostly afraid that if I do the *sensible* thing and pack it in that weight will suddenly reappear mainly as I'm terrible at roadwork (even worse than benching!) and there isn't a gym of the calibre of the one I'm using that's easy enough to get in and out of.

Diet is the other real problem; where I've been OK with stuff during the day (as said, the shakes are helping and spreading a 500cal deck of sandwiches over 3 servings keeps hunger apart) the evenings are my main concern as I'm more prone to snack while slavishly browsing cack on t'net than any other time. Gaming helps as I need to keep concentration but that will be affected too. The other problem is TV, as I'll effectively only have two-three hours a night if I keep up with the gym work properly. The only current stuff I really watch is WWE, Top Gear, Mock The Week and any football that happens to be on.

Something, readers, is going to have to give. And if it isn't the gym or my belly it'll be the wrestling.

FWIW the only genuine "wow" moments I've had over the last few months both happened inside the last week - Kofi Kingston beating the crap out of Orton on Raw in MSG, and Shawn Michaels nailing the Chin Music on HHH immediately after the opening bell at the Survivors (sorry for the spoil, hah). Up until last night's Raw things have been same old, same old and whereas Smackdown has been the far superior show JeriShow is starting the split and Undertaker's final reign with a belt seems to have no suitable successor; What happened to the Casket Match he was supposed to have with Punk during the Sheffield shows? it didn't happen on TV, that's for sure. ECW I haven't been keeping up with, apologies, but a total of nine/ten hours of TV a week for me is too much at the best of times. Especially as I've just bitten on Modern Warfare 2.

On the longer-term non-gym front, I still have a ton of stuff down my Dad's place I need to get back here, the main problem in that is that I have to transfer most of my live WWE tapings onto DVD and somehow dump the tapes just to make room for it all. Problem with *that* being I'm a hoarder and there's nobody I can really sell old commercial releases to, and to bin most of it is just criminal. Most of the live tapes I've got run from 1997 until about 2002 and the proper ones from a lot further back. Y'know, from good to great with terrible-but-unpredictable in between.
Things haven't been the same since March 2001, and I just don't have enough love anymore to keep good records as much as I used to. Yet I don't sit with a glass of wine watching the old stuff with a tear in my eye because - yarp - there's not enough time.

Essentially the next few months will be: Get stuff back from Dad, catch up on the manga I'm a year behind in following, keep fit as best as possible, keep my job and save enough money for my Sister's wedding in July, next year's season ticket, NFL gamepass and - if I'm incredibly fortuitous - a new computer. Anybody got a couple of grand you won't miss? Vince? You owe me for killing the business.

Tschuss.

This is stupid

"Oh by the way, we've moved our service over to Google so you have to create another account and waste five minutes of your life for no particular benefit to you."

Piss off.

Reintroduction

"In five years time" Noah And The Whale prefixed something about love that I can't remember at the minute. It is fairly long considering what can happen, especially the parts that need writing but somehow don't make it into print because I'm Too Fucking Busy(C). For the people/person insane enough to try to get to my old account that hasn't been updated since January 2004 (thanks, by the way), I'll do the most pertinent news first:

* My original email account was Teh H4XX0RD by a sex-site bot sometime in 2006, mailshotting at least one family member with promises of the hottest nubile ladies to come out of the former Soviet Union, many of whom are by now likely strung-out, dead or in a Midlands massage parlour. Thus .com migrated to .co.uk, without mishap so far.

* BCFC was left hanging in the middle of their longest winning streak for many a decade, halting not long after my last post due to a cruel 1-0 loss at Sheffield Wednesday; made it to the Mil Stad after turning over Hartlepool, then folding like a pair of threes thus costing Danny Wilson his job. Brian Tinnion took over, fell short of the POs on his first attempt, got canned after a 7-1 humping against Swansea. Gary Johnson arrived and after 1.5 seasons FINALLY got us promoted, and bloody well almost got us promoted again the following year. Now residing in the Championship in our third year things are going pretty swell at the moment. Well-run, fairly-well managed, dreams of making the top tier for the first time since I was born.

* Wrestling? sheeeeeeeeeeeeeit, so much pain. Two months after my last writ, Chris Benoit finally scaled the mountain to win the World championship, and celebrated in the ring with his peer and friend Eddie Guerrero. Nineteen months later Eddie is dead, Eighteen after that Benoit as well- after turning his brain to piss due to an insane amount of chairshots, diving headbutts and Rolling Germans he killed his wife and child before hanging himself on his home gym. The only 'crime' on our part so far is, as always, to think that wrestling can't get any blacker. Somewhere Back In Time a seance of a different kind was held along with Paul Heyman, the result led to two damn good ECW revival shows, and then peeps got greedy enough to bring it back full-time and then pour Vince-brand mineral water over the good stuff. Nowadays 90% of the proper ECW is looking for work while the show is used to let the League One of the WWE have a run-out while whoring the other two brands, all with less time than either of them. Still good at times, don't get me wrong, but it's yet more Vince TV appreciated far more outside than in. Vince is still sixty-going-on-six, Cena is sickening to the eyes as before and Reyreyreyreyrey's 619 is played out completely.

* I got a job, doing data entry for an Asbestos consultancy. I'm still there today, underpaid, overworked yada yada. My only aspirations at the minute are to keep going, yearn for slightly better money and learn how to stop wasting time... ... ... fuck.

* Speaking of that, still single and looking. Preferably female, preferably human, preferably fiscally adept. If you're at least two of the three please apply at the new address. In any case MUST be able to teach how to iron shirts and trousers.

* Joined a gym in October 2004, have wavered between one and two stone lighter since. Repeated attempts to get a regular programme going have met with failure for various reasons, amongst them a grinding dislike of being out more than two nights running- Mon/Wed/Fri is the best approach but stuff tends to happen on Tuesdays, so yours truly has to juggle. Supplements are also a pain to manage as quantities sufficient to aid the process prove to be somewhat expensive.

* From the Rhetorical Statement Desk: addicted to internet muck way too much. I'll leave it at that.

* I seem to have formed a mild obsession with death, or at least the concept of The Afterlife and how it might work. Not enough to put pen/pencil to paper, but enough to dwell on immortality and how it might be a pain in the arse at times. Wouldn't you get bored of living forever? Can you still die, yet wake up the next day and not remember a thing? Is it possible to do everything a human can possibly do and remember it all? Would heaven spent with your friends turn them to enemies, or vice versa? Does God demand infinite adoration, or would He prefer us exactly the way we are? Is it even remotely possible to find a milkshake better than McDonald's that isn't laughably overpriced? Or am I just a cheapskate with too many questions?

That's it for now I guess. Will definitely try to keep up with this as I find stuff that hopefully isn't too inane as life goes on. Out.