Money is the root of all evil, apparently. Dark Lord Lucas Agrees...

I was looking at my bookshelf today, at a series I've been reading for a while, and it reminded me of a gripe I have.

I like books. I like Karen Traviss. I like (although it depresses me to admit it, given that it really won't lend any weight to the following argument) Star Wars.

I don't like Lucasarts/ the Lucas Estate. I don't like (this is the point I've taken a few years to get to) expanded stories based on an existing universe. And here's why.

Some people, eh? No, not the ones in the wheelchairs...

Right, this is just a short entry- got to go ring my dad, read, and sit in the sun. I don't want to stay angry for long.

But something's just happened, as things are known to do, and it reminded me of something else that happened a while ago, as many things have. It made me irritated, nay, infuriated. What was it, you say? Well, it involved a girl in a wheelchair.

Was she at fault, you ask?

The sunshine season tames the Demon

That's right, it's sunny. It's hot. I love it, and most Brits seem to too. At least, the amount of scantily clad girls and twats with their six packs out seems to confirm this.

Of course, some people don't like the heat, but stuffez vouz, I say to them. It's great. I've been up early these past two days, for no other reason than it was sunny and I wanted to get out in it for a bit.

This lack of laptop malarky is actually not too bad-

Overheating... Things on the fritz... Televised Dust to Dust...

Well it's been an eventful twenty four hours truth be told. Woke up to a great day, sun shining, really warm, to the point where I had to change my shirt twice.

It was galling to realise I was without the sole core of my life- my laptop. And when I say it's the core of my life, that isn't a nerdy comment or a geeky love note. Honestly, today was difficult without a computer and without access to the internet. It was as galling to realise how much I depend on it as it was to actually have to do without it.

On the one hand yes, I ended up making myself familiar with these two again:





But on the downside the lack of contact with emails, Facebook and other sites was grating, leaving me feeling detached from responsibility

The Lazy Generation- reminding me of twiddling thumbs...

We are the lazy generation- so The F-Ups said in the eponymous song Lazy Generation (featured in one of my favourite games of all time, Burnout 3. Seriously, all I have to do is listen to that song and I'm sixteen/ seventeen again caring about nothing but getting my next takedown.)

All tangents aside though, they called us the Lazy Generation. And they were right.

Which is one reason why this wasn't posted on Friday.

Mr Stark, Mr Fury and Mr Odinson- one movie that beat low expectations...

So, in the height of a mild to fierce fever and with a big exam a few days away I decided it'd be a great idea to allow myself to be dragged out to see Iron Man 2.

I was right.

If you believe all the tosh that's been bandied around about it being as awful as SpiderMan 3 and completely disjointed and non-functioning as a story, let me first tell you that those ideas are wrong, false, pretence and deceitful. Iron Man 2 is a very good film.

Flammable forehead, the it'll-be-fine complex and a pile o' books

So, since about last Wednesday I've had the sniffles. Well, it's been a bit more than the sniffles, at one point I felt like I was facing this nice chap:

The Curse of the Laundrette. Strikes Back. With A Vengeance. Part II. (This time it's personal...)

There are dozens of mythically cursed and ancient places around the world. The pyramids in Egypt. The Stone Heads of Easter Island. Native American burial grounds across the US. Druid sites like Stonehenge. But there is a far deadlier type of location that is out to get you, and it is only just at the beginning of being discovered, let alone understood. It is...

The student laundrette.

Piss-up in a brewery, plagues of pages and the son of Odin.

So, this week has been fun. For the first time in university education, I decided not to leave everything to the last minute. Not to bore you with the details, but 25000 words were due from me at the end of last week through different bits of coursework.