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»19th March 2005

Seasons in the Abyss

Another fiendish scheme in the PLOT TO DESTROY ME revealed itself today. The Uni didn't seem to want to update a selection of websites. As a result of this I was unable to view the most welcome birthday wishes from the Plasmaball. As is the time honoured custom I shall now wish JK a Happy Birthday, whilst pretending it is still Thursday. So top of the morning to you all. Ahem, yeah. Well I'd have made a cool birthday flash too but I've been kinda tied up in guerilla warfare with Leeds. Not just the uni now, but the whole city. The following flash is the result of what happened when I tried to condense my experiences over the last three weeks into photographic form. I'd say enjoy, but it's quite unnerving. Well I WOULD say that wouldn't I?



Whilst you're all chuckling at such an enjoyable 21 days I might as well knock up some kind of news bulletin. I wouldn't be too surprised if this descends into your usual Blog drivel.

News!

  • The University of Leeds has been waging a war against Extar and has made several attempts on his life.
  • Mono Devices has sold two copies, making the 'poster campaign' a spectacular waste of time and photocopier credits.
  • Leeds Student Radio hasn't rung Extar back about the copy of Mono Devices he left there for the Head of Music to listen to and hopefully play and/or give feedback. Extar presumes the HoM is an agent of his destruction, that the CD has been seized to discover ways to better destroy Extar and that LSR is yet another organisation in the plot to destroy extar (to join the plot phone 0891-KILL-EXTAR (that IS a real phone number))
  • SISG 2 is in the final stages of planning and will commence 'soon'. A hundred ravens have been set aside should a certain Coop who wishes to remain nameless turn up.
  • Extar may start updating the Cube regularly, again, at the expense of the LJ.
  • Extar may also write up his CONSPIRACY THEORY in greater detail.
  • Speaking in the third-person is the new speaking in tongues


  • Extar, over, out.


    Buy my fucking album.