It’s the weekend yet again, and that can only mean that time is passing way too damn fast and that we’re all hurtling towards our undignified ends like a runaway truck that’s on fire.
At some point, while I was hurtling down a road with the front sawblade of my bike merrily spinning away, I began to idly wonder how much of a jerk I was being. I mean, surely with that spinning sawblade of doom attached to the wheel the street must be getting torn to pieces, right? Admittedly there is something of an apocalypse going on in the background so a little extra damage isn’t the end of the world, but somebody is going to have to clean it all up. Ah well, such are the harsh realities of 2.5D motorcycling, I suppose.
Oh, my dear, sweet weekend, we really must stop meeting like this! Whatever would my wife say? Well, girlfriend. Imaginary girlfriend. God, I’m so lonely.
Yup, it’s the weekend once more and here in Scotland it’s currently so windy that I just saw a typhoon getting blown away. In other words the weather is absolutely perfect for some games, movies, books, comics, pig tickling or whatever else takes your fancy. I’m not here to judge, you perverted sod.