NIN.com has changed it’s page again.
The new, alleged album is called “Bleedthrough” and will be available “soon”. The track titles that have emerged so far are:
I know how he must feel!
So the doctor told me that I had a “viral respiratory infection that’s sitting on [my] larynx”. I checked for further info on NetDoctor (God bless the internet!)
In acute laryngitis from a viral upper-respiratory infection, the voice becomes hoarse or is reduced to a whisper.
The most common symptom of early mild ‘irritative’ laryngitis is a feeling of postnasal drip with chronic throat clearing due to a sensation of secretions in the throat.
In chronic irritative laryngitis loss of voice quality with voice use, a feeling of irritation or of a lump in the throat, dryness or soreness (often worst in the morning upon wakening) may be features in addition to hoarseness (which often comes and goes). Pain with laryngeal movements such as speaking or swallowing, is typical of more severe laryngitis. Chronic cough and wheeze brought on by exercise are signs of more advanced inflammation.
A relief for everyone around me and a damn good excuse to stay at home and watch movies!
I have a confession to make.
I am a terribly sad geek.
One of my addictions in life has always been video games. Having said that, I don’t and never have owned an Xbox, a PS2 or any other console. I just play games on the PC. I don’t play that often anymore because they’re time consuming and far too involving and the missus hates it.
However, everynow and then I can’t resist and find something which is so absorbing I have to leave the real world for a couple of days just to play it. One of those games was “Deus Ex”, a cyberpunk thriller set in the near future where you play a cybernetically enhanced agent who gets caught up in a web of intrigue and more conspiracies than you can shake an X-files box set at.
The beauty of the game was that it was a first person shooter that immersed you in a nearly fully realised world and that you could play the game more or less in any way you wanted. It was fantastic.
A sequel, “Deus Ex: Invisible War” has been in development for a while and the demo for it has finally been released. Muchos excitement. Unfortuatnely it’s only the US demo and it will allegedly be released stateside on 2nd November with a UK release for some reason being delayed until 5th March which should give me enough time to upgrade my PC to a P4 multi-gig system and request the game as a late birthday present.
Of course, it could be shit!
More info (if you’re at all interested) over at PlanetDeusEx
…and still no voice!
Anyone know what the symptoms of laryngitis are?
Have some of that!!!!
After a lethal round of “bar golf” on Friday night (the aim being to complete each drink listed on the score card in a specified par or less) and a 19 hour drinking session on Saturday (which took in the marvellous rugby game, 5 bars, a lot of abusing teasing Australians, a lapdance bar, a kebab house and a “beer festival”) I have returned from Manchester.
It was fantastic. Superb. Sensational. Hoofing.
Fucking awesome.
But I never, ever, EVER want to drink or smoke again in my life! 
I’m really worried about this weekend.
“Dragon’s Winter Tour ‘03″ is continuing with a trip to Manchester for my brother in law’s stag do. (I haven’t mentioned about his brief visit earlier in the week and the revelations that may or may not result in the postponement or cancellation of his wedding next month. Muchos excitement and scandal!) It’s going to be a Very Drunken Weekend™. There will be rugby, drinking, go-karting, drinking, lapdancing, drinking, clubbing, drinking and we are all going home in an ambulance.
I’m not sure I can take it!
I normally would be well up for getting trashed but I seem to have been doing quite a lot of it recently. After Gozo (four days solid), last weekend (two days solid) and wednesday night this week, I think my liver is planning on using my lower intestine to strangle my brain at the first sight of any more alcohol. Maybe I’m being a little over dramatic about it but I felt terrible yesterday. Really fucking awful. And I don’t feel on top of the game today either (although that could be more to do with lack of sleep).
I know I don’t have to drink but it is a stag do and there will be a few marines going so I may have to succumb to peer pressure and join in and it’ll be great and I’ll get shitfaced and it’ll be a total laugh. An absolute riot.
On Sunday I’ll feel like shite and want to die and be faced with nothing except the four hour, round-the-houses, high-probability-of-being-delayed trip home again. I think I’m getting too old for this shit. It’s a sad state of affairs. I’m not as young as I used to be. Everything seems to ache. I find myself considering having afternoon naps at the weekend and even caught myself out shopping the other day for a new pair of slippers. Okay, so I haven’t quite got to the sherry drinking stage of life, but I am a little concerned that it’s not that far off. I have passed my prime (as my dear, wonderful wife delights in pointing out to me) and am desperately clinging to the tree at the top of the black run ski slope that is the rest of my life. And I don’t know how long I can hold on for.
Of course, maybe the solution is that I shouldn’t go at it quite as hard as I do. Yes, my body may well be struggling with processing the amount of total and utter crap that I’m putting into it and yes, my liver is probably the most exercised organ in my body and is no doubt beginning to falter due to the decline in youthful regenerative capabilities of this frail shell of flesh, skin and bone that I inhabit. And the two cases of alcohol poisoning I’ve had in as many years.
Christ! Listen to me! Moaning like a bitch on heat. Just because I already feel like I’ve had a five day hangover that’s nothing another few beers and night on the tiles won’t sort out. What the hell have I got to complain about? I’m in for a weekend of pure loucheness and debauchery, rubgy, lap dancing and drinking games. A boys weekend away where the only rule is “What goes on tour, stays on tour!” A chance to show these young upstarts how it’s really done.
So bring on the dancing girls, bring on the bottle of sambuca and the matches, bring on the (convenient!) memory loss, bring on the strippers, the blow up sheep, the handcuffs and leaving the stag secured naked to a lamppost on a cold November night in the middle of a strange Northern city.
I wonder if they’ll let me plug my laptop in at the hospital?
Sitting here at my desk.
Big fuck-off racket overhead.
Look up - see Marine One flying over the building next to us. Shortly afterwards it was followed by two other large helicopters. Impressive, lots of noise.
So long Georgie, thanks for dropping by!
And just to give you an idea about how little I’ve been doing as far as NaNoWriMo goes, current word count with just over a week to go is 4249. Another 45,000 words in a week? Sure, no problem!