The tale of Phluffball and the intelligence-enhancing Smarties.

So yers, turnses owt thatt Smartees mekez yoo cleverable...welp, according to the great PHILosopher Phil "Phluffball" Salter they do anyway.
Testifying that "they must make you intelligent because well, look at that Justin Hawkins guy...no, wait...Steven Hawking. He ate Smarties when he was a kid and now he's...in a wheelchair...but he's really clever!" Phil proved to me only one thing; if its true, he still has to eat a lot of Smarties. (XD Sorry Phluff.)

From here, the conversation went on to Hawking as a superhero, with Phil suggesting the character of "Wheelchair Access Man" whereas I said he was using the LHC as a ploy to make himself immortal inside a giant mech-suit (drawing later) a bit like a Dreadnought from Warhammer 40000 (Themz were the dayz.). He'd have a mahoosive power-glove and such...being seriously kickass-awesome for long after the Apocalypse.

Oh yeah...Phil makes really bad hot-chocolate and evidently cannot use a spoon to any effectiveness, but can very easily scald the flesh from my bones with the hot water...

However, mockery aside, I must say how much I love my dear Phluffball. He has been my friend and confidante for 14 years now, and has stood by me every step of the way, in case I'll buy him something to eat. XD Nah, he's awesome, seriously. He has to be, I mean, theres a certain, undeniable Godliness about a man that can eat 2 whole packets of polos at once (Admittedly he spat half back out in a sticky blob of Poloey goodness...but we all have our limits.) and give himself instant brainfreeze after eating certain frozen foods that were never meant to be eaten in that way.
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There you go Phil, my blogological testament to your awesomness is complete, can I carry on now?

Thankyou.

In other news...I got really hyper around lunch today and played rocketman by running high-speed around campus. People complained. Actually, now I consider it, I've been hyper most of the day...trying a slamdunk (rubbish to bin) earlier and put so much force behind it that I crashed in to a door, much to the distaste of Kris Wright. Why oh why Kris did you "hope that hurt"? IT DID NOT AFFECT YOU! ARGH!

Anyhoo...Drama project appears to be going well, with plans well set and starting to gain meat, but seriously guys (up to this point, I've written 'seriously'... 3 times? I must be a very serious person.) STOP BITCHING ABOUT BEING BITCHED ABOUT BECAUSE YOU BITCHED ABOUT THE OTHER GROUP. Its REALLY. REALLY. ANNOYING.

Blargh...don't feel good...think I may go lie down again and listen to Nickelback (they ARE good i tell you) while I read my book. I wonder what the Leed's cursedmas lights are like this evening...

Oh yeah, here be some pictures I drew last night/today (For those seeing this early, I'll try replace these photos with HD scans later if I can.);

"It was dawn, and the tree was full of Wizards." - from 'The Science of Discworld; The Globe' by Terry Pratchett.

"Being an 8 foot tall, pink rabbit has no advantages against the wrath of tiny Zombies." - An 'Arthur The Happy Rabbit' comic. (One of my long standing characters.)

Hrm...I can't believe these are what Blogspot calls "LARGE" images. You can barely see the detail.
Damn.

Anyhoo...

Have fun, yours;

-Azzy-

DEAD BABY JOKES...

...are really inappropriate in anti-natal daycare units.

But less about that, I have Apple Lucozade (GLUCOSE AIIIIIIID!) so your oppinion is irrelevant. Turns out, people seemed to enjoy my little story yesterday, so I will do it more often. Now lessee...what happened today...

NOT.
MUCH.
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REALLY.

Ah well, thats that then...though I did eat a LOT of TicTacs. Ah lovez me some TicTacs...^_^
Seriously, I'm addicted to them. Its like...crazy an' shit.
Ah well. Hm...lost for words...by which I mean there are so many I have no idea which to pick.
Spondulicks. Thats a good one. Yeah, I'll stick with that.

Spondulicks.

On that note; I HAVE BEEN READING BOOKS. (Dangerous I know, but what can you do?)
This week's series is an estuary of Terry Pratchett's "Discworld" series; The so-called "Science Of Discworld", with story by Terry Pratchett and the Sciencey bits by Ian Stewart and Jack Cohen.
Now, I know what you might be thinking, SCIENCE in Fantasy-lit? SURELY NOT, BY JERICHO! Well, yes I'm afraid, though the Discworld is no worse off for it.
There are three books in the series, all structured in alternating sections (Narrative, underlying science, narrative, underlying science...etc.) and thus very easy to navigate if you only want the story, though the science is worth a read too!
The books follow the Wizards (or Wizzards, as Rincewind might spell it.) of Unseen University as Ponder Stibbons builds and activates his "Thaumic Reactor" (cue comparisons to Nuclear power blahblahblah, you get the idea? Good, because I'm not going to keep talking science today so there.) and...it overloads, nearly erasing the entirety of...well, entirety. Instead, HEX (UU's thinking engine.) finds a better use for all that free thaumological power and channels it in to the "Roundworld Project", which we come to find out is actually OUR world and indeed Universe, created by the Wizards in a small glass bubble. From there on, they build our Universe and...cause all types of temporal paradoxia, fight some Elves, stop themselves fighting aforementioned Elves and...prove to John Dee that magic very truly DOES NOT WORK on Roundworld by...doing magic on Roundworld.

Yeah, I thought that too.

A good series, even without the science (actually, especially without the science...I like stories. XD) and well worth popping down to the local Library for, though it begs the question...if the Wizards created our Universe...who is Terry Pratchett that he knows so much about them? A Wizard in disguise maybe? Perhaps...I do not know.

Thats all for today, I'm off to listen to classic greenday and read my book/draw some stuff.

Have fun, yours;

-Azzy-