A new homepage? Yeah, right.

For ages (almost a couple of years), my homepage has consisted of a map of places I've been, linking to pictures. Very exciting, I'm sure.

So now I decide I need to do something with it. But I don't really know what. So I moved the map to another page, added a front page, put a little header at the top of every page, and that's about it, really. And I don't like the colour. So I might change that later, or I might not.

I suppose I could dig out the charming tale of Mr Brian Hover and put that on there. I must have a copy around somewhere, from about 6 websites back. He invented the hovercraft. No, really. He did.

Final Fantasy silliness

Now, that's wonderful. All the little bits that you know and love from the Final Fantasy games. 3 people following 1 person straight into a wall. And some idiots bouncing about in a field pretending to fight. Completely pointless, but amusing for 11 minutes or so. Click the little link below to be amused.

And can we please have Final Fantasy 12 now? I know it's out in Japan, but (a) I'm not in Japan, (b) it wouldn't work on my PS2, and (c) I wouldn't understand a word of it. Oh, and Kingdom Hearts 2 as well, while you're at it.

Bored of this rain now. Plus, free DVDs

The rain is annoying. More than it's rained all year. Or possibly more than it's rained for years.

Now, in my continuing quest to get free stuff from the internets, I've just got a nice 10 quid Amazon voucher. Handy when there's DVDs you want to buy. Just by putting adverts on my website. The one at http://www.wanless.co.uk

Just a little banner on 3 pages, and I get 5 quid a month and 10 quid just for starting it. Well, I got the 10 quid, so at least that bit works. Can't remember how I found them in the first place, but anyone wanting 10 quid can go to http://www.betterthanbanners.com

Hardly proper professional advertising, with all that messing about trying to make as much as possible. But a useful little bonus.

24, rain and possibly my birthday, I'm not sure.

That's it. 24 is officially the best thing on TV at the moment. Even if it technically wasn't on TV. Well, it is, but Sky are a few weeks behind. (Not much though). There's not been anything wrong with it at all this series, really. Nerve gas, lots of shootings and big explosions this week. And the Robocop bloke.

And it's wet and windy. Which, after the clocks went forward to mark the official start of summer, is probably about what we should expect. Snow next week, I'm sure.

It may be my birthday. Or grandparents like giving money to for no obvious reason. It'll buy my fags for a while anyway. Maybe I'm like the queen and have an official birthday as well as a real one. That could be useful.

How bad can The Simpsons get?

This is, of course, completely wrong, but I just downloaded and watched the latest episode of The Simpsons, thanks to the joys of Bittorrents. Who decided to let Ricky Gervais have anything to do with it? Possibly the worst, least funny episode in a long, long time. Possibly ever.

And to make it worse, they used the annoying live action version of the title sequence. The one that Sky have been showing at least 400 times a day for the past couple of weeks.

Still, at least South Park has started again. Have to download that this week to get rid of the memory of a truly awful Simpsons.

And 24 to download tomorrow. If I can cope with it. The best series of that in a while. As good as the first series was, I think. But it's going to cause a massive heart attack from the shock at the end of each episode. They've forgotten to get a bit boring in the middle few episodes this year.

Bloody useless G***s

So, thanks to a boring and wet Sunday afternoon and the wonders of the internet, I'm listening to a dubious quality bootleg of The Sisters of Mercy, recorded at some obscure place in the US last weekend. Their last proper album was released in 1990. So in the past 15 and a bit years, they seem to have managed the following things, most of which are just plain wrong...

1. Record 1 new song and re-record 2 old songs when they should have been recording a new album.
2. Write half a dozen new songs, only a couple of which are any good. Forget to record them due to record company shennanigans, or something.
3. Continually play live at smaller and smaller venues. Currently playing in venues about 5% of the size they were 15 years ago.
   
4. Forget how to sing. Shouting a bit and applying lots of echo to the vocals does not disguise the fact that Mr Eldritch has forgotten a fairly important part of the whole experience.
5. Discovered how to add annoying squealy guitars to songs that didn't previously have annoying squealy guitars.
6. Decided not to cover completely inappropriate songs any more. But then, after "He's got the whole world in his hands" at the Reading festival (in 91?), what could he pick next?
7. Go blond and then shave all his hair off. And wear dubious shirts.

While the idea of seeing them in a tiny little venue sounds good, I don't think I'll bother.

And the highlight of my Saturday night is...

Rubbish films. Thankyou, Sky Movies. That's 90 minutes of my life I'll never get back. Alien vs Predator. A truly awful film. But I hate watching half a film, in case it gets better. So I stuck with it.

Well, the Predators looked cool. And the Aliens are very well done. So it all looks good, but if anyone can find the plot, please let me know. Plus a stupid ending with pointless "twist" I last saw in that stupid Freddy vs Jason nonsense. At least that had some comedy violence and men in pants. Is it too much to ask for one of these films to settle one of the "who'd win a fight between X and Y?" questions without it being "well, X would win this battle, but Y could come back to win the war".

On the plus side (completely unrelated, I hope), Phil has bought some new and interesting foreign KitKats. I'll look forward to trying those.

You know, I've always wanted one of these

Which is a cunning way of pretending I didn't have one, get bored of it, and delete everything because I hadn't done anything for weeks. And by weeks, I do, of course, mean months. Or possibly years. Oh, I don't know.

So now I'll try it all again. And bore people with details of an exciting Saturday. So far, it's consisted of reading the paper. And messaging a few people on OUT to try and persuade them to go camping. Which resulted in 1 of the people who was down as definitely going marking themselves as not going. This is especially strange, because he wasn't one of the people I messaged today.

Oh well, 6 weeks to go and I've got 10 people definitely going. And 27 probably going. Plus a couple of extras, I think. Now would be the appropriate time to think about checking all the camping equipment. It's not been used since September, and some of it could have fallen apart. Or exploded for no obvious reason. Or been sucked into another dimension through one of those weird swirly portally things. They must exist, because I've seen them on TV.

Sadly, it's more likely that everything will just be covered in cat piss. Nice.