Welcome back, says I, to the wonderous blog of the Maddened One.

I have missed out on writing in this blog for a while, for a few reasons.

1. Lethargy.
(Subtext) I really didn’t have much to write, and not much energy or time with which to write it.

2. Better things to do.
(Subtext) Halo 3 came out, as well as the Orange Box. I bought both. I have been hard-pressed for time with which to both play Xbox 360, check my (all-important) Facebook and MySpaces, and juggle accountings.

3. MM.com on hiatus.
(Subtext) A mixture of the above caused an outage in new content to post on MaddenedMan.com, so I stopped updating. This, in turn, meant that I was not as often reminded of the existence of my blog.

And now, I return. No promises on when I’ll post again, but this is one post I will post.

For your reading enterjoyment, an excerpt from the commonly used textbook, “English in Context” by L. R. Oliver.

Furvbay – The day in which we most commonly receive funds from our jobberies. Also the penultimate day of our working week.
Frybay – A day in which the closeness of the weekend is celebrated, and in tiredness from the remainder of the week we make mistakes we must then worry about over the following two days.
Fapperbay – A day spent first in recovering from a night of heavy drinking the previous night, secondly in reminding ourselves of the worries we were drinking to forget, and thirdly in accumulating the well known “Funbay Hangover”
Fumbay – A day occasionally spent in recovering yet again from the late night previously undertaken, but occasionally used in abusing our own sleep patterns in order to go to a holy place and mutter at other recoverers. Also the day of cleaning.
Mungbay – The much dreaded day in which we must be faced with the incoming week of hard work and too much effort, preparing ourselves for the amassing of further worries.

-Excerpt from the Section “Understanding people with their mouths full – Days of the Week”

I have been transferred into a Casual position in my current retail job, which basically entails me working for 12 hours a week and earning shit-all. The up-side of this, however, is that I will have a lot more time and energy with which to write a bit more for MaddenedMan.com, or at least gather myself up for the following few weeks. In about two weeks time, I will be moving house, listed as one of the great stress-givers of Western Civilisation.

The other, a bit behind a death in the family, is being unappreciated at your workplace. I won’t go into this.

But as for the now, I think I’ll just sit back and enjoy my weekend, perhaps spending my entire Fapperbay playing Halo 3 and writing. That would be fun.

I shall see you later,

The Maddened One.


Just in case you don’t know, TGIF means “Thank God It’s Friday.” And the reason I said that, just in case you’re braindead, is that it is in fact Friday. I’m still at work, but we get an early mark on Fridays, and the atmosphere of “Last Day of Week” is there.

I’ve been playing a bit of Counterstrike Source recently. I am in a CS:S clan named “nciac.” The story behind nciac is an interesting one.

About a year ago I was playing online, when someone came into the server and said that he was recruiting for his clan. He got a few responses from people in the chatbox saying “I suppose, am I able to get in?” but they were not very enthusiastic.

At this point I thought to myself ‘I wonder if I could do better.’ So I created the clan ‘nciac’, which actually means “Not Currently In A Clan.” I changed my name to [nciac] MaddenedMan, and got a Real Life friend of mine to add the tag to his name too.

Then I started pummelling people in the server with invitations to my ‘clan’ by saying that they didn’t have to apply to get in, everyone in the server was invited to join on the basis that nciac was an open clan.

By the time the other guy gave up and left the server, he had managed to recruit one person into his clan (the clan’s name derived sharply from toilet humour), nciac numbered around ten. Of course, not many of the people I actually recruited stayed with the clan very long, and now we number roughly three, but that’s still better than “**<PooPyClan>**” or something, which probably still only has one person in it.

But now, about a year on, [nciac] has occasional battles (the trick is that all three members know eachother in real life). NCIAC no longer means “Not Currently In A Clan”, except when people ask what it means. Now it is a source of pride for us, a simple collection of letters that sounds and looks good when arranged in a particular order.

But enough of that Counterstrike Sentimentality.

Can’t think of anything else to say right now, and I have a bit of work to do, so I’ll say goodbye. I may post again later today.