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Something about moving from an internal space to an external one lags my PC to hell, and I have to shut down the game instance and do something else for an hour. This actually work out well, and has resulted in my getting quite a lot of admin done around the house.

Weirdly, I DO like this.

from memory, because of the time delay in pushing a control and anything happening, you haveto get an instinctive feel for what you are doing. I put on classical music for flying choppers. Bach, or Strauss.

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There are some very good bits of 40k, if you stay away from the space marines. Although in fairness to Games Workshop, the space marine schtick sells well, and I encourage them to keep churning the stuff out. The really good bits of all Warhammer material is when it looks at chaos in the old skool sense. The four gods, slaves to darkness, the lost and the damned. Chaos has become Marvel-ised in recent years. Took out all the psychological horror and just left lots of spikes and chains.

And yet, ironically I'd wager there's more artistic merit in this bank robbery than in 60% of official star wars merchandise.

I don't think that's funny. But it is a useful illustration of why I treat all guns, even if checked, as if they are loaded.

I hesitate to bring this up again, but I don't feel I can usefully controbute unelss we settle it: you can't PROVE anything. You can form a hypothesis, organise facts which would disprove it, and test accordingly. But you simply cannot prove. Ever. It is therefore no more or less insane to wish for proof of the existence of God, than of my downstairs bathroom.

Indeed. May Gods damn every species of statute writer, and save the few who convey the public good in their hearts and hands, not in books.

With respect I'd say it's nonsense to assert that an extra-dimensional construct needs to intersect with our dimension in a replicatable laboratory measurable way. In human psychology you have the devil of a time scientifically measuring abstract emotions, yet very few would argue they don't exist. By which I mean that it could be some form of particle or field we just don't have the kit or mathematics to sense or even model. Indeed, since I'm in a mischievous icecream fuelled mood I'd suggest that it is precisely the confused nature of religious scripture which indicates that even the softest modelling of 'god' fails at the first hurdle. EDIT: For example, how on earth could you model a religion which asserts in the same book that killing is OK, and at the same time not ok? I admit I'm no maths wizard, but that's got to be tricky.

I think it's pretty clear you need to level up the party a bit. You aren't cheesing and you are having perma-death. Sort it out!

I'm now firmly of the opinion that having a sequence of cheap keyboards is far superior to one expensive one. The expensive ones are high on spec but woefully weak on design. There's no cleverness to them at all. Just slightly better components.

Doing a bit of singing practice, to Electric Worry. What's interesting is that with 100% reliability every time I sing "My happy home" I pull something in my spine. I should probably quit testing this.

I watched most of Beowulf (with Angelina in it) the other night. Apart from the baffling choice of male voice lead - fat men sound fat - I really liked it. The graphics are quite badly dated, but it still largely works. A tale of heroism and shame, with awesome levels of guts chucked about, and of course fantasy Jolie covered in a thin layer of gold paint and nothing else.

Slept through alarms and phonecalls. More tired than I realised. Since today is obviously a washout I am going to sit about eating ice-cream and reading documents. Quite sunny, actually. Can't go into non-twitter detail as my exhaustion relates mainly to the troubles of a friend of mine.

I had leftovers in the fridge which needed using so I've made a big tub of home-made icecream with - single cream - double cream - creme fraiche - leftover chocolates - cinnamon - rice-milk - caster sugar - molasses (a dab) Used the food processor to mix it and re-mix it as it froze. It is quite amazing.

Well, naturally the border people will deny it, while drop kicking te agent's ass to timbuktoo. Probably. I think that MiG is Afghan. Just a hunch. Look at the metal runway bits. Surely that's Bagram?

That is ****ing stupid. Get onto your local paper/radio station _immediately_. Tell them there's a rash of incidents, get them breathing down the coppers' necks. If I were you I'd choose radio because local papers will want a photo of you looking frowny beside your door. ~ I don't know what a gigglesquee is but it sounds revolting. ~ Up till four while friend having personal crisis. Cancelling morning meetings. Gale force winds wrecking my sodding roof.

You have to keep him. I mean he'll die soon anyway. He's a bard. At least keeping him will mean you don't violate the rulez.

Deskritus - noun - the accumulation of objects on a working desk which is mirrored in no other location on earth. Typically a range of foodstuffs, grease-stained stationery, and at least one object whose function the owner of the desk will be unable to explain.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/technology/appl...o-his-iPad.html ONLY, and I mean ONLY an i-pad user would have this happen and think the lesson learned was "My i-pad is awesome" rather than "This guard has helped me out of simple humanity at Christmas, and I'd better keep my trap shut or I'll land him in career ending trouble."

Aware = check Of self = check I was taught a cognitive information processing model of human thought, so I don't go looking for mysteries that don't need to be there. We're self aware like a sea-slug is self aware. I have difficulty believing a sea slug is less aware than a supercomputer. Unless you're talking about philosophy. But to my mind that simply an abstraction of the primary sense data. And it's so wildly bonkers most of the time tht I don't regard that as particularly attractive.

I'm assuming you mean bullworker? They're actually pretty good. Had a great start to the day, was in bed when someone kicked my front door in, got up and ran to the lounge only to find the door open, wood and part of the door lock on the ground but no one there. Don't really understand the thought process. I presume you canvassed the neighbours? I'm not sure if it's appropriate, but in some places you can get better information by saying something along the lines of "This strange feller came into my house and left his watch. I don't feel right keeping it, can you remember seeing anyone around?" Because if you say it was a break in then peopple either clam up or get confused.

You are to me.

Sporrry Slowtrain. I don't buy your explanation. Obviously publishers feel they can deliver buggy games. However, with respect that's got the square root of **** all to do with how we on this forum should behave with regard to buggy games. Complex architectures have emergent properties. Simply making frowny faces won't solve that. Nor will refusing to buy buggy games, since as has already been observed that will just bankrupt publishers who release complex games. If you actually want to solve it, develop a methodology for predicting failures in complex architectures. Lot of money in that, as well.