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For the record: I swan about thinking magnetism is something to do with custard. I get by OK.

There's no denying that I'm getting broody. The troubel is that all the good women have got married by now. I'm hence gambling on Nepenthe's point about the second round after the divorces.

I hold doors open for both sexes. In the Uk this is a socially complex point. It does have an element of dominance to it, but it's also signalling a degree of relaxedness about the point. Hence you can go for a meeting with the uber-boss of whoevere and he will let you go through a door first on some occasions but on others will expect to have it held for him out of deference. Interestingly one of the reasons the Zulu were regarded as bastards by some whites was that they would insist on going through a door before a woman. However, this was because in Zulu society what's on the other side of a door is frequently dangerous and needs to be fought hand to hand. Hence it was the MOST polite zulus who got labelled as rude buggers. However, the notion that both sexes are equal is nonsense. We are not identical and hence we can't be equal in any specific context. Some of the difference is biological and some socially delivered, IMO. Throwing out simple courtesy in pursuit of a chimera smacks of lunatic dream chasing.

Please tell me I'm not the only person here trying to imagine a feminine LHC... EDIT: This is on topic. I'm being a neanderthal.

WTF!? Happy Birthday, man! I think you mentioned this in advance, but I completely forgot. I'm going nuts with work at the moment. Had what I call an 'Indiana Jones' moment handing in a project just before deadline. Feel pretty guilty pulling crap like that at my age. Feel worse because I am now thinking about my age.

Awesome.

Note: that's in no way intended as a slight on you, Tigs. The best guy I've ever met at pitching projects only has a 20% success rate.

Virumor, what the sam hill is that damn game?

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. That was a joke. Can I steal that joke and pass it to a friend who (helps) run a mental health charity?

WOW your willie can re-enable internet access......I must say amazing, just amazing......JK Wals I don't want to do my undercarriage any disrespect here, but when did I suggest I use my genitals for IT support?

"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the western..."

Simple social dynamics, surely. Easiest way to reconnect and get back to the discussion proper is to have a bit where we cleanse the 'palate' with some primo bull****. Now would be where someone comes back in with a different but serious question.

IMO 1 in 10 is a good hit rate. Afraid 50% may be too optimistic.

I know I'm paranoid, but I don't like the look of that link.

Captain Buzzkill - strapline "he clears the officers' mess" ~~ What cracks me up hthose two are the most negative people on here, yet ostensibly they are also worse than the handful of clinically bipolar chaps around.

If the French drown sparrows in armagnac, I don't see why Jews can't drown fish in wine.

~~ I was up in London yesterday. Found a pretty good coffee bar in a church near the Tower of London, if you chaps are ever doing the tourist thing. Called 'Kitchen @ the tower', I think. Not fantastic, but ten times better than the tourist traps nearby. After work (more on this later) I went out drinking with pals and a 'certain' young lady. None of us could work out if she's keen on me or just unfortunately over-enthusiastic body language. But more dates are afoot, so I guess I'll just have to fall in love with her and see what happens.

Not as much as I hate Janeway. Not a fraction. Well, not a large fraction.

Are you by any chance a Husky? or a cubscout? Or a playing card.

That ain't even nothing, dude turned water into wine. That party was off the hook! Can fish breath wine? That would be pretty ****ed up if he killed the fish.

Massive milestone workwise yesterday, and today I feel hinky as hell. Shoulders are a mess, like an excited kitten has been at my sinews. Left eye hurts like someone has punched me. Can't focus. Made ginger and apricot jam. Pretty damn good, if I say so myself.

Yeah, I'm always confused by that, too. Bolt goes in, then explodes. It's not very complicated.

Heroically battling on a bridge with some bandits in Skyrim. Masssive angry overhand smash with the hammer, mmoving forward. Step past the target who easily side-steps. Plummeted hundreds of feet to my death.

Killed the big bad in my first play through. Key points: 1. Civil war? What civil war? - Hardly any actual incivility besdies the fairly innocuous beheadings right at the outset. Lame. I saw more violence in the boyscouts. And I only turned up once. 2. Big bad? - Compare the chase through the big bad base with the one in STALKER - Shadow of Chernobyl. No playing with fight dynamics, no real pressure maintained on the plyer. No surprise teleports in. I'm only spoilering to lower disappointment. Also, at level 49 I killed the big bad in _3_ hits. 3. My god, it's full of stars! - Three times, in spite of my low graphics settings I've just stopped murdering and enjoyed the view. Once, underground, I completely stopped wanting to fight, and just wandered around speechless. For _30_ minutes. 4. Fight makes right! - I do enjoy the fight sequences and the kill moves. You do feel you're doing well. I could have stood more scattered scary blokes, but basically I'm good with the concept of mainly peons who get chunked.

You can't survive for ever. I'm here... waiting... just waiting....