Walsingham

Still working my way through LA Noire. Much more fun than I thought it'd be. Although I still can't quite judge the interviews correctly. I can't get out of the habit of assuming my OWN questions will reflect what I'd ask, rather than what Phelps will ask.

Had pasta with chillis, red leicester, anchovies, fresh spinach, and leek for lunch today. Retained the pan from the sauce for the toasty crispy goodness on the bottom. Dinner was broccoli soup cooked in the same pan, a little wensleydale to give body and a creamy colour, beef stock cube. Easy. Delicious. I will be farting like a champion later, though.

Your 'what you did todays' show you have little enough patience with bull. I doubt you'd waste your time trolling, and if you did it wouldn't be by alt. EDIT: that's a compliment, btw.

Sometimes one just can't help feeling like a high court judge...

I don't get it.

I'm confused. How is it Cultist?

You'll find out about the troll soon enough. Sorry you got a rough welcome. It's the troll's fault, really. That's why the troll should be stopped. *hint hint*

I don't think your avatar is helping.

I googled that. I think I need a drink. I hate those goddamned fraggles. Who knows what the dozers might have achieved if the fraggles weren't destroying everything.

Ya got a trollface? Let me see ya trollface. Mimimimimimimi! THAT'S A TROLLFACE!

How do you make this sandwich? Are the onions raw and what cheese do you normally use? Raw sliced onion, across the rings ( so to speak). White bread. Cheddar or red leicester. It's an old classic, and obviously a bit whiffy. But quite delicious.

I tried to convince the guy from H&K that I met that they should market a rifle that was deliberately difficult to clean and fire. We could supply them to the ...oh hang on... I've told you this story, haven't I? I hate getting old.

I always assumed hospitals were like Fraggle Rock.

If Freud taught me anything, you're obviously repressing deep and traumatic sexual urges directed at your parents. Worst woodwork class ever.

I formed the opinion many years ago that invalid mothers occasionally do bloody annoying things just because it's the only freedom they have. In much the same way that a baby vomits.

This evening I will be mostly eating a cheese and onion sandwich.

Not enough natural light for filming in the basement.

Actually they sent me a midget with a burlap sack, but I just stood on a stepladder until he went away. EDIT: At least I assume he went away.

The Pitt was very decent (and I loved the DLC taking place in the swamp lands, I just can't remember it's name) If somebody could patch out Little Lamplight and more importantly, the need for GFWL (or whatever that thing is called), I might have reinstalled Fallout 3 and given it a second go. Never did complete it. Agreed. I think on my next playthrough I will breadrcrumb supply caches into the caves, in order to lure in raiders and slavers.

I believe the animals should actually engage in mating displays, and mating. You could get a perk for perving them, David Attenborough style.

From The Daily Mash: Cold carriers face legal action04-11-13 ANYONE catching a cold can sue the person who gave it to them, according to an EU ruling. You are responsible for your nose Legal experts ruled that anyone too ignorant to cover their sneezing nose with paper was effectively stealing several days of life from those around them. Human rights lawyer Dr Mary Fisher said: “They would come into our workplaces, our cafes, our homes and disperse mucus without fear of redress. “Every Lemsip, every soiled tissue, every episode of Dickinson’s Real Deal groaned through should be paid for.” Successful claimant Stephen Malley said: “I told my brother-in-law. I said, you’d better not give me that cold. But he did, and now he has to sell his house. “Good.” The ruling has established a lengthy chain of claims which could eventually include 65% of the population, with every carrier sued initiating legal proceedings against the person infected them. Roy Hobbs, who brought the original case, said: “I was laid up in bed with an absolute stinker on my birthday in November last year while the colleague who gave it to me went out to a firework display. “Unfortunately, that infection of rhinopharyngitis has, over the course of a full year, been traced back to me again and I now owe 2,319,044 people more than £26 billion in damages.”

At least it'll be easier to spot oby's chosen people in this thread.

One must surely make the observation that power is not an end in itself. Having control of a people by starving them to docility is like taking ownership of a jet plane, disassembling it, crating it, and leaving it in your loft. It is the mark of a psychotic disposition, not greatness.

The true joy comes with outwitting the treestump.

You're takiing a rather narrow view, Woldan. GD's exercise is just as good as organised PT for keeping a body hale and hearty. Indeed, if there was a single mistake I made in my own military training it was doing PT, but not keeping otherwise active. I feel healthier now than I did back then, and that;s from just doing 40 minutes walk a day, and about 4x6 hour shifts on my feet, with a sense of urgency. Of course it's hard to say what's down to the xercise, and what's down to being free from cancer-related grimness.