The leisure edition

As I've been told, it's much too hot to be outside engaging in any leisurely outdoor activities such as tennis or some uncivilised deeds such as street fighting, defeating cybernetically enhanced Kaleesh warlords (a cookie for the first ten to pick up on this reference) or football (regular football, that is, or, for those unfortunate enough to be born on the lands of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named-Unless-As-Bush, "soccer", a so-called sport where you're not suppesed to sock anyone or wear full kevlar body armour). Good thing my coat is ready now. It turned out really well. The satin lining is a shade more purple than it seemed on the sample swatch, but it's still fine, it just lends the whole thing a bit of bohemian glamour which the plain lead gray I had in mind wouldn't.

So hang your coat, and be entertained. I have some links for you. The first is Chronotron. For those of you who who enjoyed Portal, this will feel like something completelly different, because there are no portals, fancy physics or excellent voice acting in this little flash game. It's a puzzle game as well, though, where you interact with yourself. Give it a whirl, it might be fun. I liked it.

Children of the 80's shouldn't be children anymore these days, but I imagine they'd recall some of the tunes of those days, so how about reaching into the corners of your memories for the lyrics you haven't heard in fifteen years and put your knowledge of those golden times to the test with Lyric Master: 80's Edition. Check out the rst of the site for other fun filled games and quizzes alike. Mind your children, not all of it is appropriate for all ages.

Keep cool, cats.

Pax vobiscum atque vale.

ArabianShark has come down with another shift in his sleep cycle, just like last February. A patter emerges...

So bloody hot...

It's just so bloody hot! It feels like it's the middle of June already, but... Oh, wait, it is the middle of bloody June, isn't it? How the smeg is one supposed to do any measure of good at one's finals with one's brains either baking in their skulls or melting to bloody mush? Remember the Wookie army in Star Wars - Episode III: Revenge of the Sith? Only six actual Wookies were shot with a camera (and plenty more with heavy repeaters, one can only imagine), all of them teenage basketball players. It seems we're yet to see a Wookie played by a professional actor (Chewbacca was played by Peter Mayhew, a nurse at the time, cast for his height. It seems under tonnes of make up and fur, acting range isn't really crucial, especially when you're not expected so actually say any lines that won't be dubbed as roars). I digress. My point is those six Wookie suits, in which the sportsmen were shot repeatedly (too hot to make another bad "shot" pun the likes of "now that's commitment!" or "That's got to hurt...") swapping weapons and places in between shots (not too hot to make a booze pun, such as "An added perk of showbusiness, you see..." or "Wookies can hold their liquer in battle.", but I'll refrain from that) had their own coling system by means of circulating ice cold water.

Can I get one of those? It'd be the thing for the exams. I'll even growl at every sitting, for as long as I'm nice and cool underneath all the fur... Besides, dressed as a Wookie warrior, who's going to contest my answers? I might rip their arms off...

Semper niger, pax vobiscum atque vale.

ArabianShark is struggling to even breathe under the heat. I can't even be bothered to slip in a secret message.