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Thursday, August 29, 2013

The ups and the downs

I got a text today from Jed.   While on his way to work his tyre exploded.  So he had to call in and say he couldnt make it, which means no money for him.  He also had to buy a tyre to replace the dead one.  Send him your love or your cheque book.  Also if you're willing to spend 5 grand on a kickstarter to meet the both of us and spend a week at disney world and cruise, feel free to  request this lololol.

I went to the doctors last week to get a blood test, mainly to shut my mum up whos been nagging into my ear incessantly for the past 3 years to check up on my cholesterol levels.  Last time I did in 5 years back I didnt see the results as she spoke to the doctor on the phone, cause you know, I shouldnt be told my own fucking results, and claimed I had a level of 6.  The average is 5.5..  Needless to say I didnt believe her or the hack doctor who she goes to that I was forced into at the time since hes greek and she can understand.  Anyway, went in and my current level is 5.6 which is perfect.  Sort of amazing really considering the amount of SHIT I eat on a constant basis.  But then again I always felt fine.  I havent even been able to exercise the past 6 months because of a few stupid things.  At least my latest 2 month  knee injury is coming to the end of its stupid period.  Knees always take forever.  Couple more weeks and I'll be exercising again happily.

Speaking of disney, I also decided to treat myself to a gift.  I technically cant afford it.  But I wanted it to cheer myself up a little after a a very sad period in my life.  Heres a picture.

I grew up on Hans Christian Anderson stories and little mermaid was a fave.  But I adore the disney version too since it came out when I was 14.  Love it love it.  Cant wait for the bluray in october.  But these two statues are the only things I've ever seen that I wanted as all the rest of the mermaid stuff were crap.  Unfortunately the bust on the left, the version they sent me didnt have the best paint job on the right eye.  Its sort of looking forward instead of to the side like the left eye so it looks a bit strange.  But I cant do anything about that all the way here in Australia so I'll make do.  But at least the one on the right is perfect and legendary.  All in all I'm very happy with them and thats a check mark off my life long ambitions of owning stuff from something I love done.  This is not their final resting place.  I have a spot on my shelf once I sort out a couple things.  In the meantime its Little Mermaid song listening time for me!

Giana Sisters Twisted Dreams #1

I loved the C64 version and couldnt wait to get my hands on this sequel.  I've been distracted but recently managed to get around to playing it.  Totally love it.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Nintendos 2DS? Seriously?

Just noticed Nintendo's new brainstorm device.  The 2DS.  A butchered 3DS.  I really dont get it.  I mean I know nintendo have issues, mentally, as they dont actually do stuff most people want with their hardware.  Example, majority of people would like a second analogue stick on the 3DS.  Instead they give us this.  Lets just list whats stupid about it...

The thing is a large block.  You cant carry that around or put it in your pocket.  Forget it.  I dont care that they claim its aimed at kids.  How many young people can even hold that monster?  Removed 1 speaker so now its mono sound.  The excellent wifi switch on the side?  Oh no thats much too convenient.  Removed so you can adventure into the settings whenever you need it.  Screens completely unprotected.  I'll stick to my barely used 3DSXL.  This new unit is a joke.  It looks like a knock off from china.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Borderlands 2 #22

I think I probably have 3 clips left.  Cutting out HEAPS of shit so these are technically like speed highlights.  I want this shit game done lol.  Refuse to touch the third version if the characters still only have 1 power.  Absolutely boring.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

One month on

A month since I was forced to put him to sleep.  Obviously its not been an easy one and I never expected it would be.  But what I wasnt ready for was the absolute emptiness I'm left with.  Kyo was practically my best friend.  I rarely ever felt depressed or even upset for long because I'd go to my room and most of the time he'd be there sleeping on whatever object he decided was to be his bed for whatever length of period he felt.  Sometimes he'd be in the hallway sleeping, or in the spare room, now and then in the lounge sleeping on the carpet or the treadmill.  He was always somewhere.  Now all those areas are empty.  The house feels completely different with him gone.

I remember when we got him back in 95.  My sister brought him in as a kitten, he was a late birthday present her boss had given her.  My parents were furious, they didnt want any pets because of the amount of care they need.  She couldnt take him back so they'd leave him outside, mum outright refusing to let him inside the house.  When he came it was during the time the storms had started up here so there was heaps of rain and thunder every day.  I always found him hiding behind the washing machine.  He always looked frightened.  I cant remember who was even feeding him for the first few days, but I got frustrated at the lack of attention he was getting and I  brought him upstairs sometime during the first week and told my parents he was going to be inside during the rain.  Oh they tried arguing.  Did them no good.

Of everyone in the house it was pretty much myself and my mother who looked after him.  My dad had no interest and my sister was the typical useless one of the house. More interest in going out with friends than doing anything else.  Because of the start he had I believe it may have affected him mentally as he was always scared of most things.  Except that one time I had to grab him quickly because I noticed he was just about to lunge at a dog that was being walked past our house by his owner.  The guys eyes went completely wide.  Was pretty funny.  He was always a large cat.  And when he got vicious, my word...

Anyway, I bonded with him pretty quickly.  My mum would feed him during the day and I'd look after him during the evenings.  He never wanted to stay inside during the night.  Always wanted to be outside.  He would walk to the screen door and just sit there.  If he knew you were aware of this and didnt do anything after a few minutes, he would claw at the screen.  Keep ignoring him and he would jump onto it and cling to it.  It was pretty funny when he was outside wanting to come in because you cant see outside through the screen if its dark.  So out of nowhere you'd hear a huge SLAM as he smashed himself up onto the screen door wanting to be let in.  So many times my dad or mum would just shit themselves.

I remember when he was still a kitten I'd sit on the balcony late at night when everyone was asleep and prop him on my lap for company, to get him to be less afraid.  At the time I loved a song called Ano Hi Ni from an anime called Video Girl Ai, and everytime I'd hum that specific tune he'd start purring and fall asleep on me.  I'd sit there for an hour or two while he slept on me, sometimes at 1am or later.

He also had a vicious side to him.  I blame myself for the amount of time I used to spend playing with him and riling him up.  He loved to bite and claw at me.  Very often he'd draw blood.  But I knew he was playing because of his facial reactions and how he'd move after he'd just destroyed me.  Which is why I could never get angry with him.  He was just different with me compared to how he was with others.  Like with my mumf or instance, he'd follow her around during the mornings when she was doing the washing, just sit there and keep her company.  Sometimes he'd follow her when she walked off to the shops.  She would have to stop and tell him to go back home.  And he would listen.  I know plenty of people say their dog or cat is super smart etc, but mine had something different.  The understanding in his eyes when you said something, being able to know multiple words and phrases.  He was seriously fucking smart.

He was also a lot like me.  For example with food, if you put something in front of him and he didnt like it, he'd look at you for a moment then walk away.  My parents always say he'll come back when hes hungry enough.  But he didnt.  He would not eat the whole day if you gave him something he didnt like because he was an absolute snob when it came to food, just like I am.  I'd frequently gone 2 days without food because I either didnt know what I wanted or everything didnt appeal to me.  I would sometimes get 2 tins and hold them in front of him.  He'd look at them both then nudge his nose on the one he wanted and he would always eat it.  I once gave him the one he didnt pick when my parents said I was being stupid and he'd eat both anyway.  He wouldnt touch it.  I'd spend quite a bit of time reading up different types of cat food and what ingredients to keep an eye out for that werent good for cats.  It would get fairly expensive but I never bought him rubbish.  He never meowed for food either.  Was always very quiet and patient.  Unless we were grilling him fish or chicken breasts.  Then he'd meow lots.  And I would cut everything up into little pieces for him all the time.  Spoiled is not a strong enough word for how I pampered him.

I recall the neighbours had a cat they were looking after for some friends who were on holiday.  They had their own too.  Lots of people in my area have cats.  This one they were looking after was a really attractive black coloured female.  Kyo took an instant attraction to her.  He was neutered btw.  I'd catch him at the fence sitting there with the other cat during the afternoons.  They'd just sit there not saying anything, just mostly looking at each other and stuff.  It was adorable.  Only problem is this female cat was very stupid.  She was always on the road, sometimes sleeping on it for warmth or whatever.  And sadly 2 weeks later a car ran her over.  It was pretty sad.  It was worse seeing Kyo go to the fence and sit there for an hour or two just waiting, and she'd never come.  He stopped after the second day and you could tell he was fairly depressed over it for the next month or so.

The worst thing about having him though was the amount of times he got sick or injured.  It was horribly stressful on everyone and himself.  Not to mention expensive.  A couple years ago I had a test done on his blood to see if there was anything wrong with him, cost like $500, and turns out he had a really low immune system.  So this explained how he was always getting infections from injuries.  I was always doing my best to go outside during the evenings just to make sure he was ok and there werent any other cats that had roamed in looking for trouble.  Sometimes you'd hear one of the other cats mewling really loudly in the yard and we'd dash outside and scare it off.  We'd even get woken up at like 4am if we heard the sounds and were straight outside.  We never worried about him losing a fight.  For a good number of years he handed every cats arse to them.  I saw him on many occasions running after a cat who was bolting away after losing a fight it had started.  He was fearless.

It was the cuts he got during the fights that really were the problem.  I cant tell you the amount of times he had infections that needed surgery.  Those were always the worst.  There was a part on his neck that got injured twice and flared up.  The doctor wanted to put a cone around his head so he couldnt scratch at it and dislodge any of the stitches or the tube they put there for drainage.  I told him good luck, you wont ever get that on him or get him to keep it on.  I told him it would be fine without, and it always was.  He never clawed at any injury that had been stitched back up.

Its hard to recall every single injury he had.  But there were plenty.  The first few years he was fine.  He was too small to get into fights and always hid.  But at about the age of 4-5 he started to think he was king shit.  He pretty much was though.  No cat in the neighbourhood could stand up against him.  And he never went off looking for fights either.  They always came to him.

I remember his first big issue was when he broke his tail.  I noticed he never raised it for a couple days and it just hung limply.  I thought he just injured it.  Vet said it was broken at the base.  Possible chance it wouldnt heal as he's seen many cats have their tails removed after breaking it.  But a month later he was moving it again and it was all good.  He just had a little bump where the break had been.  Pretty lucky.  After that it started to become more frequent.  I'd catch him the next day with a cut from a fight, and then the next day it would have swollen up.  Some times I could just him injections and then tablets for the next month and a week or so later the swelling would go down.  Other times it really needed surgery.  He should of lost an ear twice over but always healed somehow.  The vet was always stunned with how he kept fighting back.

The last 2 years of his life were the worst.  He'd got into some brutal fight, scratches all across his face, head and neck area.  Multiple ones got infected.  Took him to the vet and had to leave him over night for them to work on him.  Every time I left him there it killed me.  Couldnt sleep or eat while he was gone.  When I got him back the next day they'd shaved his head and neck, and there were so many injuries.  Just to give you an idea heres a couple pictures of him during then..

Both side of his face were the same.  He was fairly miserable at the time, quite a bit of pain too.  The top of his head you can make out all his past injuries that he'd gotten.  These are 2-3 days later.  On the first day he was all red and still bleeding some.  Was a really bad sight.  Took a few weeks for him to fully heal.  He was still energetic and liked attention, though it was really hard to play with him or scratch him because of his injuries, so I'd have to focus on the rest of his body which sometimes had a hidden cut here and there.

3 months later he got another issue on his cheek.  We're not sure but it was probably a spider bite.  It puffed up stupidly fast during the night.  Next day I took him in and the infection had spread quickly to the inside of his cheek and across the top of his gums.  It was really bad.  Had to have an expensive surgery to remove his entire top teeth and the bottom ones on one side.  Before the surgery the vet told me theres a good chance he'll probably get cancer during this and if I still wanted to go ahead with the surgery since it was very expensive.  Told him never to offer me choices again when it came to Kyo.  There is only 1 choice.  And that is to make him better.  We'll deal with what might happen after.

I was not handling that too well after I left.  But we got him back and to the surprise of my vet he didnt get cancer.  Its like every year Kyo kept punching everything that came his way.  Nothing could stop him.  I honestly believed he'd make it past 20 because of just how tough he was.  Even with stitches in his gums and him in so much pain, he still tried to talk whenever my mum spoke to him.  When he finally got over that, about 2months later one of the worst moments happened for him.  He just stopped eating, moving, talking.  Just one day I found him sitting there on the carpet and doing nothing.  He was like that all day.  The next day he was no different.  Couldnt get him to eat or drink or even talk.  The most he'd do was sway his tail slightly when we spoke to him.  He was horribly unbalanced so never got up, and his eyes were totally black because he couldnt focus.

This had to happen during a stupid public holiday so I couldnt take him in.  But since it was evening I decided to take him first thing in the morning and hope.  I didnt sleep, stayed with him the entire time and then called the vet in the morning.  Took him in, vet looked him over briefly and got this expression on his face.  Said it didnt look good.  He seemed to have gotten some kind of virus that was shutting him down.  Said to leave him there and they would try their best but there was a very high chance he wouldnt make it through the night.  I was an absolute mess.  First time I'd come to the realization that he might actually die.  He was there for 4 days.  On the 5th I got to take him home and he was doing much better, again the vet shaking his head saying he'd never seen a cat continually come through so many issues over the past decade as my cat had.  I thought yes, he's 100% dying of old age for sure.  And well past 20.  Nothing will take him.

From that point on he started to stay in doors and sleep inside which was a massive relief for me.  He still got a couple infections over the year but nothing requiring surgery, just medicine over a period.  He was definitely weaker though.  Not as energetic as usual.  He'd come and sleep where ever I was in the house.  If I went to the lounge to watch something, he'd appear after a few minutes and sleep nearby me.  Always near.

And then the final 6 months.  He'd gotten an infection on the other side of his gums.  Had to get all the teeth removed so now he only had 3 fangs at the front and nothing else.  I would cut all his food into the smallest bits, spend ages doing it all the time.  No more hard foods for him.  I'd stand next to him while he ate.  He also stopped going outside to the toilet and a few times did it in the house, which was very uncharacteristic of him.  If he wanted to go to the toilet he'd meow and then walk to the door to let you know.  Now he was different.  He wasnt completely all there mentally.  I think everything had finally taken its toll on him.  I'd carry him downstairs every 3 hours so he could do his bit.  I was sleeping maybe 2-3 hours a day for the past 4-5 months so I keep an eye on him and help him with food or going outside.  The infection however wasnt leaving.  It was different types of medicine over the next 3months.  Then it was injections ever 2 days for almost 2 months.  But the infection wasnt going away.

Come the final month I had a feeling his body had decided it just couldnt do it anymore.  My vet and I didnt want to say it, but we both knew it was most likely cancer.  During one of the last visits Kyo snapped and refused to accept the injection.  He was always very calm, almost never meowed or anything during them.  Only a couple times did he get a little pissed off.   But this time he hissed and tried to claw at the vet who was totally shocked.  During this he'd managed to cut the underside of his paw on the corner of the table and there was quite a bit of blood.  The vet touched it and rubbed it between his fingers and just nodded to me.  The blood was thin.  He had cancer.

It was hard to accept this.  Harder still to not break down on the spot.  We'd decided I'd bring him in the following week to have him put to sleep.  So I took him home, and just like the past couple years I spent every moment I could with him.  He'd permanently set up camp in my room by this time.  He must of been in so much pain, yet he still tried to give me affection now and then.  Eating must of been a nightmare for him.  He was always in pain but kept chewing, despite the meows of pain or the tiny pieces of flesh that came off his gums while he drank.  The strangest thing happened though.  Normally he'd go 2 days and then be in really back shape and need injections.  But he went for 5 days with nothing and seemed normal, despite his issue.  So I cancelled his final trip and just played it by ear.  He went a full month almost before he finally degraded over a period of 2 days and I was forced to take him in.

When I brought him in I couldnt even talk.  My throat was completely clenched from grief.  The vet couldnt make eye contact with me either.  He gave him an injection and said this would make him drowsy and sleep, and then left the room giving me a few minutes with him.  I started to hum the tune he liked and he would sway his tail during it.  After about a minute he started to drop his head slowly till it was on the table and he was out cold.  His eyes were completely open.  When the vet came in he said because his in a really deep sleep, his eyes stay open, its supposedly normal but Kyo wasnt aware of anything.  Then he shaved a little bit off his leg and was about to do the second injection which would finish everything.  I had my hand on him all the time just feeling his heart beat.  Once the injection was given, his heart stopped instantly.  Not even 1-2 seconds after.  It was instant.  I describe how I felt, but it was like something had grabbed everything in me and just made it vanish, I felt like an empty husk.

The vet shook my hand saying I'd done more for Kyo then he'd seen most people do for theirs and it was a miracle he'd made it to almost 19 considering everything he'd gone through.  A real marvel.  I couldnt talk at all and could just nod.  He let me out the back way and I went home and I just couldnt function for an entire week.  The vet and the girls working there were surprised when I came back a week or so later to pick up his ashes and other stuff.  They thought I wouldnt be able to come back.  I got my stuff, paid my bill since they were really nice not to ask for when I was there before, and then left.  Like I mentioned in a previous post I went back a couple weeks later with about $90 worth of cake and made them all pretty happy, vet even laughing and slapping me on the back, and I'd never seen him laugh before.

Now everything is different.  Theres no food I need to prepare for him.  The large office chair he used as his bed lies empty next to me.  No sudden claws or teeth biting my leg when I dont notice him during a game I'm playing.  The house feels empty to me.  He really was the closest thing to me.  There was a bond thats not there now. Not 10min goes by when I dont think about him.  Hes constantly on my mind.  I look through his hundreds of photos I took and dozens of videos at least once a week.  I wish I'd taken more.  I wish during those other years I'd spent more time with him.  But I did the best I could with extra years I really shouldnt of had with him as he should of died 4 times over.  Anywhere else he probably would of been put down 7 years ago.

I had the vet print me out a list showing how many times I'd gone in and how much I'd spent.  Unfortunately theres a gap of 5 years when he was 6-11 because they changed their system.  But going from memory and the frequency of trips, I estimate possibly 70-80 trips to the vet during his lifetime.  Dozens of infection trips.  At a guess I probably spent around 15-18k on bills.  The amount of money doesnt look like too much over that period,  But majority of it was in the last 10 years, and when you're paying $300 one week and then a few months down the track you get slapped with $1300, and it goes like that over a few years, you start to feel it.  And it was happening often.  Taking its toll on my cat from all the trips, taking its toll on me emotionally and probably physically.  He didnt deserve to end like this.  He was meant to go of old age.  Not in such horrible pain.  He'd suffered more than any cat I'd known.  He didnt deserve this ending.  Deserved so much fucking more.  But he did live 6 years longer then he should have, and 2 years longer then anyone expected.  So I'll have to hold onto that thought.

This was fairly long but I did it mostly for myself so I could remember, since I've forgotten a few things over time.  But hes definitely someone I will never forget.  He was the best part of me.  The one constant, always following me or playing with me.  I was never depressed with him around.  Losing a job, grandparent dying, nothing would get me down too much because he'd cheer me up by being there.  Now?  Thats gone and I find myself often just sitting there doing nothing.   Mum is always walking past and looking in to check up on me ever since.  He'll always be with me in my thoughts.  But the emptiness, thats something that wont go away.

Also wanted to mention my good friend Scott who also lost his cat Tink yesterday who made it to the glorious age of 19.  Stay strong mate.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Surprise Post

So I was sitting there at the pc today doing pc stuff and my dad comes in and hands me my mail.  I look at this padded envelope a little confused and on the back I see Jeds name.  At first I thought he'd come good on his threat of mailing me a pile of his shit.  But when I opened it up I found to my surprise they were DVDs he'd gotten me of the disney resort and cruises.  Inside were lots of details inside a booklet that comes with both which I went through.  I'll do my best to watch the DVDs sometime this week.  These are to help my HOPEFUL trip to disney world next year.  First I'll need a job to afford it and I'm pretty much at the stage where I feel like looking for work after taking a little break to get over my cat.  Which obviously I havent, but I need to find a job and I'm not as shit as I was a month ago where I could barely function mentally.

I also went and got a blood test done today.  The girl took about 3/4 of it.  She only needed 6 vials but that didnt stop her.  Probably taking the rest home for her True Blood marathon.  I want to get a few check ups I've been meaning to do for a while now, mainly cholesterol.  I'm not 16 any more.  I'll just do the waiting thing for the results.  The doctor was pretty funny, in a non funny way.  After listening to me for a little he was pretty serious when he said I really should be getting therapy after the whole Kyo thing.  Some of the way I've been mentally and physically, (not bothering with details cause its not important and would be too long) he claimed was very disturbing and not normal, and worse off that I acknowledged it too.  Said I should come back in a month and see him.  Clearly I'm not going to.  I know how my brain works and how my emotions work and what I can cope with.  And I reject his theory of self harm too.  Just because I get pissed off more easily and try to instigate a confrontation with people that annoy me isnt self harm.  Its me having less fucking patience  for idiots lately.

Anyway, heres some pictures!  In the end Jed DID send me some poo, though it was drawn on the letter he sent.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Giana sisters C64 clip

Heres a new C64 clip with one of my favourite games as usual.  Giana Sisters.  Its a classic and an underground favourite of many C64 gamers.  Showing nintendo how its done!

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Payday Surprise

I've got a bunch of older gameplay videos that I havent gotten around to uploading.  And now that Payday 2 is out I'm wondering if I should bother with the first games clips.  For now I decided to edit one bit that I liked and upload that while I think about the other stuff.  Maybe I'll do a highlights clip or something.  Or just heavily edited.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

A sad surprise

Its been tricky to find the will to type up an entry on here.  Still major down over my cat.  The other day I was editing a Bioshock clip and midway through it something unexpected happened.  I heard my cat meow loudly and then my voice reply to him in frustration since he was hungry again and at my feet, which sometimes led in me bleeding if I took too long getting up.  Hearing the sound startled me, then I smiled at the sound, and after a few seconds I almost completely lost it.  I'm planning to write up a little thing at some stage about his life with me.

Jed today mentioned hes looking into into an internet provider, wireless of course since thats all he has access to, but supposedly they dont bother checking download limits so that would be useful.  He plans to go test it out at his neighbours place on tuesday to see how it runs with games.  They say its good so we'll see.  I still dont know how he plans on paying for it though.  He's busy paying off a house.  We got a little from people donating a little while back, which was very awesome and he thanks them.  It was just unfortunate the amount was only a hundred or so.  He's going to need about a grand to cover the year contract.  So right now we're saving some money slowly.  I really need to find a job soon.  Once I do that his internets paid for.

Another friend of mine is starting up a new gaming channel on youtube.  He runs another with his friend thats way more popular than my little corner and hes grabbed a few friends he wants to help him run the place.  He also asked me if I'd like to be part of it.  I figure I already play games with him and one of the others whos with him so I said why not.  I'm still going to be uploading stuff to mine.  But any multiplayer stuff I do with them will be over there.  I'll probably be much be much more energetic once Jed gets back online and can play again.  Whenever the new channel goes up, whatever name they pick for it, I'll slap the address up here.  Lord knows it'll be more entertaining then my rubbish.

Thursday, August 8, 2013


There is something Jed and I both love and thats space games.  One of them being the X series.  Its just a massive space simulator with combat, trading, and building.  Like build your own damn space station to make your trading empire super awesome.  Theres a few in the X game series but they've been working on a new one called Rebirth which is pretty much a revamp of the entire game.  And today they released a new trailer.  The thing will be out in november too which is a big surprise as I expected it next year.

This is definitely one game Jed and I will be whoring ourselves in.  I cant promise any clips from it but I know Jed for sure will totally record stuff.  These sorts of games are so horribly immersive that you can play them for like 2-3months straight easily.

Portal 2 part 14

Finally got it up lol.  This is also the last of Jeds collection of recordings.  We've been using his mostly because his audio sounded more broken than mine at the time.  We had some weird audio issues.  But sadly after this one he lost all his clips because of a hard drive crash and format.  So the next ones I'll be using m own recordings.  His voice in them you will find is a little bad at times.  This was coupled with a poor microphone and dodgy settings we couldnt figure out at the time.  Since then I've bought him a logitech G35 headset which has made things super good and we dont use steam chat anymore, which never seemed to like us.  So hopefully you'll adjust to any bad stuff my videos have.

Mind you my voice was crap in his recordings because I had a shit microphone too.  As it happens, the clips from now on I actually have a G35 so I sound better compared to pre-part 15.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Capture the Gem

So got pulled into this hybrid game of terraria called capture the gem a month back or so.  Pretty fun.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Borderlands 2 #21

Youtube is being really special lately.  This one seems to be stuck at 720p like my previous upload.  Hopefully it'll unstick.  And hopefully this heavily edited version of the game is a little more entertaining in this snorefest game.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Today had some magic

The other day I called my vet and asked the girl if she could gather a history of all the times I'd brought in Kyo and the amounts I'd spent.  She recognized my voice instantly which was pretty cool.  She said she'd see what she could do.  Today I get a call from them and its the vet this time.  He starts off by thanking me for the cakes I brought over as a gift, said it lifted every ones spirits.  He also said he could only give me everything back until 2006 as thats when their new computer system kicked in and they screwed up their older files.  I'm getting all my cats other details from the previous vet I used to take him, which was 15min away from my house as opposed to 2min, which is why I changed to these guys, but they only go to 2002, so I have a 4 year gap in between I'll have to fill from memory.

So I went in today and they had all the papers there waiting for me and the vet even went through it with me because the formatting on it was kind of strange.  In the end he thanked me again for the cakes and I apologised for anyone putting on extra weight because of me.  He laughed and slapped my back.  That was the first time I'd seen him laugh in the 11 years I'd been going there.  I'd seen him smile a little before but never laugh loudly so that was really surprising.  But I guess I cheered up him pretty good.

I also got something in the mail today which was totally unexpected.  Jed and his wife Katherine had sent me a card with their wishes to cheer me up which was pretty awesome of him.  Big card too.  From a big man.  Theres lots of writing inside too.  Sadly it contained no money.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Bioshock Infinite part 22

For whatever reason its only in 720p. I'll pass that off as youtube being useless.