Gotta Knock a Little Harder

Been having some sort of a writer's block lately, for no particular reason it just seems that i have run out of subject matter to write about. You'd think that with all the crap that's going on in the world as usual such as the Myanmar crisis and the excessive use of violence by private security firms in Iraq would have provided me with some good material to expand on and write about but sadly the ideas just won't come up. I have actually written a brief draft of my views on the Myanmar crisis but am reluctant to finish it and post it up as the Myanmar crisis is too large and complicated to some up in one post as there is a sod of a large amount of background material which needs to be included to make much sense of the situation today. I might however post it in a few parts, if i ever find the time and motivation to do so of course. I feel that the source of my writer's block comes from the fact that i have not read any good or new novels for the better part of 2 months. The last novel i read being the 2nd Gaunt's Ghost omnibus, "The Saint". I try not to bore the arses off people by writing about my rather routine and increasingly boring daily schedules as my life is simply that uninteresting, such is the life of the single man, single and deprived of his beloved alcohol. In all honesty i haven't had a decent drink since i krunked myself with the Upps the 2nd last Saturday before my return to dreary Melbourne. Now that was some serious shit.....imagine losing consciousness at 8pm and waking up the next day at 8am. Now that was wild, and apparently i caused some real damage as well in my drunk and violent state. The last thing i could remember was drinking mutton soup before my whole world went dark. Now what happened that night i will never remember but it seems that the whole lot of us are banned from ever going to that restaurant again, and apparently i gave my dad a good one to the face in my drunk and homicidal state, much to the amusement of my mum who found that rather hilarious while me dad on the other hand was reasonably pissed. After having imposed an Inquisitorial Edict upon myself after that unsavoury incident it seems that the drinks are slow to come. Well i had a couple when good ole' Morgs came over, a few bottles of rather unsavoury Carona, some red wine of unknown vintage and good ole' Chivas. Nothing too heavy as the lot of them didn't feel like pushing the limits of safe alcohol consumption then. The next time after that was when Sharad had just returned from Adelaide and i met him and the rest to see Jack perform at the preview of MANIFEST 2007 (which i also attended over the course of the next two days, an excellent two days it was!). Then after that it was off to the Union Bar at Melbourne Uni for a few jugs of beer (forgot what it was already.....but it was during happy hour and we got a good deal at $12.50 per jug!!). No more drinking after that till John's birthday party where i only had 1 bottle of Carona for honour's sake as i was rather ill at the time with my voice giving way and all, not to mention a rather horrendous runny nose (which resulted in me postponing my performance when we sang K that night, but I'm sure there will be other times). And since it's already the month of October, the days where i can get illegally drunk are fast ticking away.....and i plan to krunk myself one last time before i take a back seat and let them young'ens take over. Of course i might just think twice about that with the exams being so near an all. Well aside from that not much to add, oh and one last thing, i have been trying to limit my excessive usage of vulgarities these past two days and it seems to have worked quite well if i might add. The only problem is that Brendan and Xander find it rather weird, a Kenneth devoid of vulgarities. And it may be true, after having used them all that much often vulgarities have become very much a part of my character, not a very good trait but nevertheless it was a clear an obvious sign of my direct and and outspoken personality, not being one to beat around the bush with trivial niceties an all. A direct result of my forgoing the use of vulgarities is my rather good form at Foosball and Initial D where i scored some very good wins and comebacks. (MUA! HA! HA! HA!) Not to mention me blitzing my way through Dawn of War: Dark Crusade yesterday with my Midnight Drakes Space Marines. To tell you the truth i was rather shaky as i have not played the game for the better part of 3 months, but the kids, especially lil' john, were no match for me as i was the more experienced player and i play it like how its meant to be played, under 15 minutes blitz style) were no match for me. So there you have it, a Kenneth who limits his alcohol consumption and vulgarity production drastically, and you begin to wonder "What the hell has happened to Kenneth?"

(Side story- Brendan issued me a challenge that if he and Xander could win me at Initial D three times consecutively i would have to change my car and switch over to using manual transmission. The courses chosen for the challenge against Brendan were, Akina Uphill, Irohazaka Downhill and Tsukuba Inbound. Courses chosen against Xander were Akina Downhill, Irohazaka Uphill and Tsukuba Outbound. I promptly handed their asses back to them and kept my Integra Type R DC-2 (automatic). WHOOP PAH!!)