craptastic vlog

I really don't understand how my brain manages to render such graphic and historically accurate scenes of total epic violence. Does anyone else get war dreams? Because I have them a lot. And I have never been to war; have never been anywhere remotely near a war or battle. So why do I have this sh*t in my head?!
>:(

I made a vlog over the weekend. Attempted to post it yesterday, but all the computers and the internet were being disagreeable. I apologize for the poor quality, but here it is. 
The password: this is who we are


Untitled from Mich H on Vimeo.

I really hate the way I look and sound on video. I may take this down when I eventually get out of the nightmare funk and come back to my senses. 

So after my talking about not bingeing last night (Sunday), I ended up pigging out. Hey there, Dairy Rash! Nice to see you again!

Ugh.

We're walking in the air...

...and now for your holiday entertainment: Vlog #2.
It's a little more rushed than I would have liked, but Mum was literally pulling into the driveway by the time I was almost done recording. 

Tracy, I made the video public, so hopefully it works this time!
The password is: silver balls

[The music is Luigi Boccherini's minuet from his String Quartet in E Major, Op. 11, No. 5; overused in films worldwide.]
I rather enjoyed this. I might dress up like that again for the next one...

Skills:

How did that g0bshite get on the television?!

The password is: this is who we are

Vlog Nov 23 10 from Mich H on Vimeo.
I said I'd do a vlog (aaages ago) and I don't like going back on my word, so there you go: A short little ramble that brings out my total lack of chin. The making of this almost crashed my computer, so the next vlog won't be up until Christmas Day, at which time I shall make a drunken masterpiece on my new computer.