Posted by Lewis on Friday, December 31, 2010
Aye, dear reader, that is correct. I have started the dreaded 365 project. The dreaded project that insane photographers take. The dreaded project where one must take an art-worthy photograph every day. I shall almost certainly regret starting this, but no doubt I shall feel incredible relief this time next year, when I shall have finished. Wish me luck, dear reader!
I'll be making another post just after midnight pertaining to the New year, so see you all then!
Teddy
Oh, afore I forget, you can follow the project at my dA Account, or my 365 account. I'll also be making irregular posts here bringing you up to speed on my images.
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Posted by Lewis on Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Someone said I looked like Jack the Ripper earlier today. Minus the top hat, of course. Perhaps I should explain: the North woke up to an incredible amount of fog this morning. Truly incredible. The first time I went out, I could barely see the path. I went out about two hours ago for a walk, to a small village quite near where I live. When I was seen walking through the fog, overcoat billowing out behind me, a total stranger said he thought I was Jack the Ripper. I responded with, "Aye, I've lost my top hat, however." And we did laugh together. That's what fog does, dear reader, it brings people together in merry wit! Now... Let's do some more My Immortal, because I can.
Chapter 27. vampirz wil never hurt u [They're not very good vampires then.]
AN: u no wut [wut?]!111 I dnot giv a fok...
Posted by Lewis on Monday, December 27, 2010
Need I say this is not safe for work? I don't think I need to, you're not stupid, dear reader. Unlike the writer of this... Thing. I thought I'd do this for two reasons: firstly, a friend nagged me to. Secondly, it's very short. Therefore, you can have it as a bridge-thing until I find something both awful and long. Like Deserving! I, uh... I think I just found something awful and long. And also quite disturbing... I should probably do this before I change my mind. Right, as you can tell, this is a Harry Potter badfic. Can you guess what it's about, dear reader? I'll give you a clue: it's not what you think.
ginny weasley was just starting her first day of Hogwarts [bear in mind she'd be 11. Bear that in mind through the fic] when she heard some good newsmom I got made a perfect [Mary Suedom...
Posted by Lewis on Monday, December 27, 2010
It's the last chapter! Yeah, the writer just stops after this one. Thank god. Maybe she was murdered by a fan or something. Anyway, let's get this shitty fic out of the way.
hey guys sory its been so long since an update, i hav been so busy latley. sooooo..i had a fight with my old beta but i have a new 1 now an she is helpin me byut she is on vacaton this wk and next so i promise i will sort the spellin mistaks out wen i can! [You broke your promise. You're rubbish. That is all.]Chapter 8 - the KidnapI sat alone in the changes rooms, i was all most naked [umm... Why? Has she gone nudist?] and looked awsome with my exotic lithely [I thought she was going to say 'exotic lingerie'. I am now disappointed] hair falling down over my face like a curtan of soft yellow cream with bits of...
Posted by Lewis on Sunday, December 26, 2010
Right, this is strange... Despite drinking a full bottle of red wine, three glasses of corked red wine (before someone noticed it was corked. By which point we'd drank nearly all of it), three glasses of sherry, half a bottle of pure Russian vodka, and four pints of beer, I managed to wake up without a hangover this morning. I've celebrated by getting nicely drunk again. And by doing a DC of the Twilight crapfic. Possibly because I love you all. Indeed, I do value every single reader I have. As a side note, I'm surprised even an average of 30 people a day read my inane ramblings here. More likely, however, is that I feel masochistic at the moment. I did yesterday as well, but I was too busy watching Black Books. I've got the theme tune stuck in my head. It's a good job I like it, and...
Posted by Lewis on Saturday, December 25, 2010
Yes, Merry Christmas everyone! I'm a little bit drunk at the moment... As such, I'm relying on my Firefox spellchecker to guide me through so I don't make an utter div of myself. Oh dear, I don't even remember what I've already drank...
So, how are you all? I trust and hope you're having a good Crimble, dear reader? I do hope you are. Christmas hasn't historically been a very good time for me, if I'm honest. Three years ago, I spent Christmas with my grandmother in hospital. She was the closest family member I had. She passed away from cancer while I held her hand, coming up to midnight. A year later, my best friend, Ian Haynes, was killed on the 16th of January in a car crash near London. This year, you know one of my better friends, Micheal Hanlon, was recently taken from us, aged 20.
Anyway,...
Posted by Lewis on Friday, December 24, 2010
Right, I've got the drinks in (mulled wine, if you must know. I couldn't be arsed opening another bottle of whiskey), so let's do this. The chapter lengths get very sporadic from here on in, even more so than before. You may not think that's possible, but it is. Very.
Chapter 23.
AN: dhut da fok up biches!1 ur jus jelos koz I gut 10000 reviowz [I don't think they were positive reviews. I imagine most were one line: "This is shit."]!1 fangz 2 raven 4 da help n telin me bout da boox [I sincerely hope that's a joke] gurlu rok letz go shopin 2getha! [Yay, she can get more skanky clothes.]
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The door opened and Proffesor Rumbridge and Cornelia Fudge stomped out angrily. Then Dumbledum [awesome name] and Rumbridge sawed us. [A couple of Leatherfaces...
Posted by Lewis on Friday, December 24, 2010
Mmm... Throttled internet connection. Oh how I hate you, Kingston Communications. Just to vex you, I've decided to get revenge on your throttling my connection all week by downloading more than your servers should be able to handle. You utter gits. Ah, 5 kb/s... It takes me back to the first days of the internet. Only more primitive.
To the rest of you, merry Christmas Eve! I'm sure you've had Christmas rammed down your throat enough in the past week. I know I have. We've now reached what seems to be an annual holiday for the internet, in that I mean that nearly every site that updates regularly, such as Rock, Paper, Shotgun, aren't going to update until after Christmas. The 3rd of January, in RPS' case. Furthermore, most YouTube channels have stopped updating until after boxing day. That...
Posted by Lewis on Thursday, December 23, 2010
Well, more spare ribs and whiskey means it's yet again time for some more Twilight crapfic. Actually, I'm more being fueled by twiglets, considering I've been gorging myself on them all day. The amount I've been drinking and eating recently, especially given that this is Christmas, I'm actually amazed I've put on no weight whatsoever. I seem to be maintaining a healthy 11 stone. Very healthy for my height. Marvelous. Anyway, let's get cracking. This one's actually not too long, thank christ.
AN - dnt all just attack me for the things writen in this chapter about Tiaas parents, i havent explaned everything yet an it will make more sense later. [I doubt it. Especially because this thing craps out and ends at chapter 8. Presumably she was murdered before she could finish.]Chapter 6 - the...
