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Date:2005-06-23 00:47
Subject:the Force is fairly strong in these

You scored as Qui-Gon Jinn. You are Qui-Gon Jinn; respected for your wisdom and strong connection to The Force yet considered unorthodox and defiant by the Jedi Council. You rescued Anakin Skywalker from Tatooine because you believed him to be The Chosen One.

You train the lightsaber form Ataru in which The Force is used to aid physical skill to achieve an amazing combination of speed, accuracy and acrobatics.

A diplomat before a warrior, you fell in battle to Darth Maul though your apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi avenged you. You were the first Jedi to achieve a preservation of personal identity after death.


Qui-Gon Jinn


Darth Revan




Mace Windu


Obi-Wan Kenobi (Pre Death of Qui-Gon Jinn)


Luke Skywalker


Obi-Wan Kenobi (Post Death of Qui-Gon Jinn)


Bastila Shan


Count Dooku/Darth Tyranus


Darth Sidious


Exar Kun


Anakin Skywalker


Darth Maul


Darth Vader


What Star Wars Jedi or Sith character is most like your personality?
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I either get Yoda or Qui Gonn on this sort of quiz...

You scored as You'll 'splode in the Death Star trench!.

You're a real team player and an all around good person. The Rebel Alliance could use more cannon fodder like you!

You'll 'splode in the Death Star trench! 70%

Sith discipline 65%

Digested over a period of 10,000 years. 55%

You're a Wampa's coldcut 55%

Ghhggg!!! (gurgle, gurgle, gasp) 55%

You scored as The Force. You own the Galaxy. Congratulations. There's nothing else to say. You win.




The Force






Pulse Cannon






Which Star Wars weapon are you?
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How bad ass is that?! I'm like the uber lightsaber, pure Force baby!

You scored as Millenium Falcon. You should own the Millenium Falcon, you scoundrel!


Millenium Falcon


Jedi Starfighter


Anakin's Airspeeder




Luke's Landspeeder


TIE Fighter Advanced


Which Star Wars vehicle should you own?
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Date:2005-06-22 14:08
Subject:I think eddy_ has found the weirdest quiz yet!

clock key
You actually don't unlock anything; you're the
winding key for an old grandfather clock. Few
people know how important you are unless you
aren't there, but there are a few who treasure
you all the time. You help people keep moving
forward, but you also help them through the
present by reminding them of the past.

What sort of key are you and what do you unlock?
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Date:2005-06-21 10:47
Subject:a WoW post

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Date:2005-06-21 09:53
Subject:the difference between...

the cinema and the theatre, is that if you go see a not so good film, you've only lost about £5 (or nothing in my case)... but if you go and see a play that's not so hot, that's £18 a ticket down the shitter.

This conatins spoilers, in case you were thinking of going to see it.. but I'm not recommending any one does.

The acting was stiff at the beginning, warming up to average for the majority, the set was something like Escher meets the TARDIS, and some idiot left their phone on which rang for about a minute during the exposition. But it was the play itself that let it down. The script was clumsy, artificial, and in places just stupid. "But I don't understand..." What?! What do you not understand?! The main plot twist isn't so much a twist as an easily navigable straight bloody line!

Judy has gone away with Sam, who she met over the internet, for what they hope will be a romantic weekend in a cottage in Norfolk. But Judy quickly (FAR too quickly for me, even with the excuse of the pills she was taking) becomes paranoid, discovering that Sam has been lying to her (needlessly, even with the plot), and she feels she can no longer trust him, even to the point of inviting local yokel Tar to stick around once he turns up, depsite the fact she's already revealed she doesn't like him either! In the end Tar leaves, and Ann turns up. Now I'd wanted to slap Ann before she'd even turned up, as almost everything Judy says is related to Ann in some way, setting the scene that Judy and Ann are the greatest of friends.. with a little too much emphasis really. And at the end of the first half, they head off to the pub, and a mysterious figure in black appears in the cottage! Who could it possibly be?! Perhaps the only other person to have been mentioned?! Second half, and they're back from the pub, but wait, Ann's left her bag there, could Sam go and pick it up? With him out of the way, it's time to reveal that cunning and well hidden twist... with an extremely clumsy technique... and who should appear from upstairs, but that self-same shadowy figure from the end of the first half.. and goodness me! It's Judy's ex-husband who'd been broken out of prison after being sent down for drug dealing, and the cause of all Judy's anxiety problems. And what's this?! He and Ann had been having an affair all this time?! You don't say! No please, don't say it, really, because I ALREADY WORKED THAT OUT! The grand scheme is revealed, and it's about as complex and mystifying as one of Wile E Coyote's plans to catch Road Runner, yet Judy is written to be confused and stupid. In the end, Sam turns out to be from Customs, Tar is actually working for him, and didn't actually execute him as he was supposed to, much to the complete lack of amazement from the audience. Tar has his gun taken by Ann, but they allow Sam to keep his.. and what do you know? The rifle isn't loaded! I can't go on.. suffice it to say they all lived happily/miserably ever after, depending on which side of karma they were on.

It was nice to do something different, but I do resent paying that much money to see such a luke-warm play.

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Date:2005-06-20 11:01
Subject:I'm dead cultured me!

These evening, I shall be erusing the delights of Milton Keynes Theatre. Darling. Lovey.


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Date:2005-06-19 11:33
Subject:this week, my favourite person shall mostly be... tawdryfilth
Mood: high

So there I was in teh Hinterlands, our Guild's head rogue, an old friend Hunter, and a foolish Human Warlock, all working our way through Jintha'Alor, wiping out the trolls we encountered... when I get a phone call. Do I want to go and see Green Day at Milton Keynes now?

Let me think about that.

About 2 minutes later I was out the door.

Ok, so it took me a long time to actually get there, traffic was dreadful, as you'd expect. Ok, so I parked on the wrong side of the arena, nad had to run round to meet up with Audrey and Vicky. Ok, so the opening acts were pretty average, and really didn't draw my attention. Ok, the food was bland and expensive, the toilets an adventure in pitch-black aiming, and the water must have been blessed by the previous pope to explain how much it cost. But all was forgiven pretty much the instant Green Day came on the stage.

Holy Moly!

They were some what more than good. Billie Joe revealed what can only be descibed as a fetish about crowd control. Ok, so in a lot of concerts the lead singer has a litle bit of messing with the crowd, but these bits (and there were many), would go on for ages, sometimes right in the middle of a song. He won even more points by telling us we rock, then one song later, apparently we roll as well. Then he came out with a huge super soaker, proceeding to spray the front of the crowd, but then stops. For about a minute we can see him pointing at someone, and then a small child was heaved up onto the stage. The kid was only just bigger than the gun! He was leftat the front of the walkway swaying his arms, and we can only assume that he was later returned to his parents... But that was cool as hell. Then there was the not-quite-so-insta band. Dragging three people out of the crowd to play drums, bass and guitar. This took a while, as a drummer was hard to find, but in the end it was funny. The guitarist had a dramatic shift of emotion, being told that he sucked... and then being told he could keep the guitar! The bassist got to stage dive, and the drummer hopefully got told to take the sticks out of his arse.

It was just great, the whole way through.. a two hour set, non stop.. a tribute to Elvis involved humourous hats, fireworks, pyrotechnics...

Getting out was a different matter, as parking involves a field with no directions, but after a while we got clear and ontop the roads... and then into a queue. Audrey had accompanied me, leaving Jazz and the others to get the taxi. At about 1.25am, and hour and ten minutes after the concert had finished, we hit hysteria. Audrey has referred to it in her brief post as 'zombies', but it's a case of 'you had to be there, and you had to be shattered', to find a guy asleep with his head out a window that hilarious. The next entry Audrey provides is 'wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee', and that was when we finally reached the roundabout where we escaped traffic, and I tried to cheer every one up as we sped past by letting them know how much fun I was having! In no time at all, we got to Milton Keynes Bus Station. And then in no time at all, we'd gotten back in the car and made it to Milton Keynes Coachway! Well it's no wonder I got confused... locals still call it Newport Pagnall! After a bowl of distinctly average chips (my god I was hungry), discussion about worrying sheep and how Billie Joe might sign an autograph (best not to ask), the coach finally arrived just a little after 2.40am, and we bid our fairwells, and I left them all there at Junction 14 of the M1. I was probably in bed before they reached Junction 15.

Today, I shall be mostly in the Hinterlands, trying to kill trolls in Jintha'Alor...

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Date:2005-06-16 15:00
Subject:she's too young to be that old

So Katie was 8 yesterday. That's a disturbing disturbing development. The young help to remind the older generations just how much older they're getting. I remember the night she was born, I remember her as a bump! 8 years ago... Damn...

She got some proper make-up from her parents, it was both humourous, and horrifying, watching her put it on. Everything else kept her attention for a good 10 seconds or so until she found something else to look at. It's funny though, seeing that child's need to get presents, over;ly-eager to see people.. right up until they've got their present, then the interest is gone. So of course I tortured her a little further by insisting she got changed from her school clothes first. A whole 30 seconds later or so...

She's going to the Natural History Museum on Saturday with Mum and Karen, she did have a friend going as well but for some reason she backed out. This leaves me on my own in the house on Saturday (after returning home from seeing Batman of course), and I need to use that time to tdy up. I was hoping to reach level 50 this weekend, but I really REALLY need to sort out my old bedroom as it's needed for a guest. Sue (from college) is coming down on the 27th til the 29th, and she'll need somewhere to sleep, obviously. Looking forward to the vist, but later that week I've got a career review. Lovely. Then the week after, the Wednesday is a staff away day. Woooooooo. Then the Thursday I go off to the mystery place on an aireoplane! Where am I going? What exotic destination am I fleeing to? That'd be telling.

Which I will do, but not just yet, for some bizzare reason.

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Date:2005-06-14 11:07
Subject:the damnedest places

So I just went to Clintons to buy a birthday card for Katie and a leaving card for Jane... I don't go into card shops enough to remember the lay out, so I had to do the wandering round bit. And of course, I came across the Father's Day cards. It's not like I thought 'ooh, have to get one of those'... it was 'shit... never going to buy one of those again'... then as I was leaving the Arndale Centre, who's playing over the pa system? Shania Twain.

So I'm well and truly depressed now.

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Date:2005-06-14 08:23
Subject:will it never stop

Please please stop! I truly don't want to know, it's too early, I'm trying to concentrate on my stuff. The bits you find important and witty in the newspaper... they aren't! All you're going to get from me at the minute is neutral sounds. My brain isn't functioning enough to formulate actual opninions!

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Date:2005-06-13 11:30
Subject:the horror

oh sweet merciful Jesus Herbert Christ

They're discussing beetroot!

The joys of sharing an office.

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Date:2005-06-09 08:19

Thursday 7 July, flight 75 dep 17:45, arr 19:00 (check in 15:45-17:15)

Monday 11 July, flight 76 dep 16:00, arr 17:20 (check in 14:00-15:30

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Date:2005-06-08 10:15
Subject:it's just obvious

If you say to me "let's play a proper game", then I am going to play properly! I am going to serve properly, I'm going to keep an eye out for foot-faults, I'm going to smash, I'm going to decoy, I'm going to play to win! Decoying a smash is not 'playing sneaky', it's a valid play!
Mothers walking their little girls beside the court to get to the gymnastics club are not targets!

It was fun, good exercise, and a relief to know I haven't completely lost the touch (my serve has gone to hell)... but I don't think we'll be playing proper competitive badminton again for a while... I have this annoying knowledge of the rules y'see...

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Date:2005-06-07 15:47
Subject:breaking news

This just in.. well... in at about 11.30 actually

I'm playing badminton tonight! Becky's friend went home sick, so I had to go home at lunch to grab my stuff. And we should be playing again on Thursday

It's been years since I played, hope I'm not too rusty.

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Date:2005-06-06 22:58
Subject:if only it were real


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Date:2005-06-06 14:41
Subject:get behind me satan

It's a good year for me musically, we've already seen a new Garbage album, a new Queens of the Stone Age album, a new NIN one, and next week is the new Foo Fighters double disc. And this week it's the turn of another of my all time favourites, the White Stripes.
Their self-titled album, and De Stijl are good albums, White Blood Cells is great, and Elephant is just superb, so it's a lot to live up to. I first heard them on a tv show, 'Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground' was the track, and I was immediately grabbed by the filthy riffs, excellent guitar music. Then came Seven Nation Army. And I was hooked.
So I've been looking forward to Get Behind Me Satan ever since I heard it was coming out. And now I have it!

And I don't know.

It might just need to grow on me, but I don't think it could grow enough to compare to Elephant. There are no classics, no tracks that just grab you by the curlies and say "you're going to remember me for a long long time". The first track, Blue Orchid.. it made me wonder if I'd accidentally and tragically bought a Scissor Sister's album. It's not til the third one, My Doorbell, that it really starts to sound like the White Stripes. Even then it waits until the fifth track, The Denial Twist (wonder why I like this so much!) that it suggests they're still capable of anything even close to most of Elephant.

Jack White is a superb musician, his skill and unique song writing are part of the reason I like the duo so much. On this album, they use a lot more instruments than just the guitar and drums which have made up most of their previous material (although there is a lot of both still, obviously). Maybe that's what irks me a little, I like that sound, it's pretty unique, so to add to it, it takes some away.

It's a good album sure, but if it is their last as I've heard it rumoured, then they're going out on a quieter note than their previous effort.

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Date:2005-06-03 09:08
Subject:another cool t-shirt.. geeks only


I love this!

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Date:2005-06-02 11:36
Subject:insert witty remark about how I got this from drivenapart's lj here

You Are The Key Character
"It's what I was meant to do."

You are the true enigma. No one knows much about you, you do not understand much of yourself, and your life seems to carry no purpose. Yet regardless of everything around you - everyone knows that you are here for some reason, even if no one yet knows what that is. Things seem to simply fall into place for you. Almost as though some force is working either through you, for you, or around you. No matter your troubles, you have been sent here to unlock something. This is your destiny.

Which Classic Story Role Do You Play?
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Date:2005-06-01 09:58
Subject:no better

Last night was just.. weird.

I was fine, playing WoW, happily grinding along, then decided once a quest had been finished, I'd leave it for a while. I turned on my messengers.. and then.. I don't know what happened. I lost the will to interact with absolutely any one at any level whatsoever. The computer went off, I went outside and read Sin City for a bit, ignoring the phone I could hear ringing in my room... then I went back up, and went to bed. Before 8pm. I rarely get to bed before midnight, I can't remember the last time I went to bed when it was still daylight outside.

And to be honest, I don't feel a whole lot different now either. I'm even dreading getting replies to this post.

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Date:2005-05-31 13:26
Subject:purloined from ocaeron.. well I am a villain!

I took the most accurate villain personality test

created by:
The Arch Villainess Gracie

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Date:2005-05-31 12:55
Subject:update monkey

It's been quite a while since I updated really...

Ong Bak is fantastic, a truly stunning film that treats you to a thoroughly brutal display of what the body is capable of. I only managed to see it twice before it disappeared, but it's a safe bet I'll get it on DVD release.

The Saturday after Ong Bak, Mum and I took Katie to the Science Museum in London. She seemed to enjoy it, although she avoided the sections I'd want to go in, like space and flight, instead going for medicine and material. By the afternoon she was starting to flag, and we were all grateful to get home in the end. However, there were 2 highlights: 1. the IMAX cinema, that was a very impressive piece of kit and 2. Lunch. Now, I could have slapped the maitre'd or who ever she thought she was. I truly honestly didn't see the queue, and when it was pointed out, I didn't put up any fuss, just went to the back. But this snotty bitch acted like her shit don't stink. Sorry dear, you work in a café in the Science Museum, and probably earn half about what I do. Get the stick out your arse. But I was determined to eat there, simply because the tables had lights in them! It was like eating in the Mos Eisley cantina!

The work week that followed was the same dull crap, just quite a lot of dull crap to get through (hardly thrilling, but it does help the days go faster), and then Thursday FINALLY arrived. I only just made it to the cinema on time, trying to get into Milton keynes during the rush hour is not something I'd like to do again. Luckily there were still a fair few good spots left, so I settled in and watched. And I really enjoyed it. If you have to ask what, you have no idea who I am.

Friday was a bit of a non-event, I skanked out of work early to get home, then to Millbrook to catch the train down to Brighton to visit ocaeron, and to wipe the floor with all comers on Halo 2. It's quite frustrating, as one of the participants, Amy, well I like her quite a lot... and she thinks I'm very funny, a lot like some other friends, which is a good thing.. I just have no idea what to do, what it all means. Dammit!

Any way, back on Saturday, then down the road on Sunday for Chris' 60th. It was alright to begin with, but then our faction started to flag, as there was some one missing. It's hard to be genuinely happy when that's on your mind.

Another bland week of work, and another ay off! Thursday night I headed down to Brighton again, arriving in thick fog. I stayed and Andy (and Jen's) this time, more room to sleep, 100% less dog to bother me. Friday I went round a few agencies to get my cv on the circuit, but quickly became discouraged when only one even took it. No one seems to want to help unless you've moved, or have a moving date. I need the job before I can make the move. So I'm trying to work out what to do now. Instead of beating a dead horse, Lee and I just went to see Star Wars again. Theevening was spent in a rather pointless rp session. Saturday was spent mooching around, and not going to a barbeque that was being organised by people we didn't know (I was relieved when Andy suggested we didn't go). And Sunday, I headed home. Yesterday was spent playing WoW mostly, with a quick trip into Bedford to swap Katie's birthday present for one that wasn't cracked, and Mum went away with Chris and Rose for the night. I stayed up past 2, something I'll come to regret in the week.. some times I just lose it I guess.

My knee is playing up badly, and I'm having to seriously consider whether it's in my best interests to continue with kung fu.

So last Tuesday. It was 3 months. It's just bizarre.. it seems like no time at all, and a life time. Karen came over at about 8 or so, Mum was busy with Bev, researching a trip to Milan, so Karen came straight up to my room, and just broke down. I knew it was coming, I've been expecting it since the day itself. She's been feeling guilty that she wasn't there when he died. I knew this was the price we would pay, even as she left that morning. I really really don't hold it against her, truly and honestly. She couldn't have handled it, and it was already bad enough without her panic attacks. So I told her what happened, what he'd looked like when he died, what he sounded like... after a while, Mum managed to get rid of Bev, she knew something was up... Karen had come straight up, shut my door, and been there for a very long time. There were tears, a few laughs... we've provisionally booked another session for the 6 month marker, August 24th. The day before my birthday.

Every time I start to fel like I'm making some sense of it all, I realise that nothing could be further from the truth. I feel like I'm drifting away from old friends, and this time there's no denying it's down to me. But I can't make head nor tail of anything any more, I don't know what to do, and I don't know why I seem incapable of doing the things I know I should.

Why us?

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