Playing Call of Duty Multiplayer online for the first time lastnight against a bunch of strangers. Got whipped. I reckon a fair chunk of it has to be down to them knowing the maps but it made me so fuckin angry. The fact that they're real people as opposed to computer generated enemies really makes it worse, I'm not even going to consider putting on my big nerdy headphones that allows you to talk to them until I know what I'm doing.

Should have been working on issue 2 of The Shiznit. Issue 2 of MBLEH was completely abandoned for 5 weeks when I got my hands on Medal of Honour on the PS2. I have it bad when it comes to games and now that I have the opportunity to play COD online I fear what it's going to do my comic career. I had to take Shareaza off the pc because I was constantly fiddling with it and I avoided getting COD for ages because I knew what'd happen. Right now, when normally
my mind is laying out the comic production plan for tonight, I'm reliving headshot after headshot instead. One dude kept killing me with a handgun! It doesn't get any worse than that

I'm determined to rejoin the same crowd of bastards that smoked me repeatedly lastnight and murder them, I can remember all their stupid names which I'm not typing lest they google themselves but they're all on one of my many shit lists.

Can't wait to get home and get killed repeatedly by some 8 year old brat from Texas.