Walsingham

I don't try to explain the soul any more than I try to explain quasars, or carburettors. ~ This

Thanks for Tigs taking the trouble to give his analysis. Seems pretty convincing to me. I'm violently hungover, but I'd suggest that NK has made a living by playing unpredictable and dangerous. This young chap being in charge merely makes that picture more credible. He's got relatives in important positions, probably pulling his strings. He's going to be around for years yet. So I'd reckon that the generals are pretty pleased with him.

The crust is massively under-rated by most people, who use frozen crub and miss out on unctious buttery goodness. You probably already know this, but I thicken up my fillings by using both a butter/wholewheat roux and some fine ground red lentils. Thickens it up a treat. ~ Massively drunk last night. First time in a long while. But woke up needing to puke about 3 am. Feel alright now, if a bit muzzy. On holiday now until next week. Going to be prepping for Christmas.

God forbid that a form of entertainment should be entertaining. Film is both entertainment AND art. placing the emphaiss on one does not invalidate it's qualities in the other. Although a lot of simps would have you believe that on both sides.

Actually I can believe that they genuinely would. The Party made him tehre God. How would YOU feel if God died? Well, surprised, obviously. In some cases. But after that, it would be pretty damned weird. EDIT @ Morgoth. I'll have you I make perfectly good toast.

Kim Jong Un waiting on IT support I wouldn't trust this man to make me toast, let alone run a country.

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If I could find a bookie I'd put a tenner on the Chinese encouraging junior to instigate reforms. Demonstrate that he's a good little doggie. Then if we start pushing them elsewhere they let NKorea off the leash for a bit as a bargaining ploy. We look to China to rein NK in.

Me. Didn't you see my massively OTT guide a few months back?

Anyone have a read on how the Chinese are squared with this?

Are you nuts? Obviously Avatar was essentially Independence Day. It's like I'm always telling people that Herbie is essentially Citizen Kane.

Good man. I haven't sorted much for Christmas besides the food, and a couple of gifts. Had meetings to sort out first. But come Wednesday I'm running down the shutters and concentrating on good cheer.

Reminds me of Land of the Blind. LINK (ignore the negative critics, it's an awesome film)

Been pondering what a ludicrous noise blowing your nose is. Well, blowing my nose.

Here, old boy. Have a an electronic mug of navy style condensed milk hot chocolate with cinnamon, a red jumper, and some singing urchins.

Awwwwww...

Story However, given the glorious leader's penchant for cinema, I'm betting a quid that this is an elaborately staged dramatic twist. He will rise up behind the international community with a pair of pruning shears in about 2 minutes just after someone cracks a joke.

LOL I can't believe how sad I am that I found that funny.

LOL. Oh I see. The great lie that if you don't agree then you don't care. I find all this sincerely amusing, since I dare say I've seen more human suffering and pitched in to help than 90% of the socialists I meet or talk to. Indeed, looking back at my early years I'd probably be defined as a socialist. Yet over the years my stance has changed in a way I like to think of as maturing. Although you will no doubt consider it merely rotten. The great failing of socialism, and your own messianic green tendency, and indeed your anti-Christmas stance, is that you propose solutions which need to be applied uniformly and dramatically to the entire human race, against its strongest natural inclinations. And perhaps if applied across the board they would achieve the object you have in mind. BUT THEY CANNOT, because thankfully the human spirit is too trenchant to be swayed by a tyrannical imposition. The result instead from partial application is the breaking of current institutions and oppression of a minority (those you can lay your hands on) for the simple purpose of depriving what alrready is and subliming it into so much hot gas. Your crusade - and I use the word in its fullest sense - against Christmas may serve to make particularly sensitive souls lose their taste for a holiday they might otherwise enjoy. It might wreck some cheerful congregation's intended public artwork. It may even, with the greatest determination, reduce global economic activity at Christmas time. But it cannot achieve its aim of solving the global warming issue. So whom does it serve? You will bridle, I'm sure at my insinuation that it only serves your desire to place your morals publicly above mine. But as Hurlshot has already said, your entire line of reasoning directly assumes that when I celebrate Christmas I only do so out of a blinkered and fatuous contempt for my fellow man. So this makes us even.

I'm with you, Gortho. And Noah S. Sweat:

And finished it with kind of speaks volumes. :D You've consumed a small pouch of speed?

I should add that UK members will find Rio Bravo going out free on ITV4 later today.

Decided I had to get better quick, so unusually I took to the couch with blankets and TV, rather sit at the PC or head out and about. Glad I did because I caught John Wayne films The Alamo, and Rio Bravo. I'm real glad I did, partly because ever since reading Preacher I've been determined to watch more John Wayne. But also because I now rate Rio Bravo as in my top ten films. I guess because it's so perfectly well rounded as an example of cowboy movies. And you have a multiplicity of sub-plots (not very inventive) played out to satisfaction over the course of the film. There's John Wayne, Dean Martin, and an actress I didn't recognise but immediately had the hots for, Angie Dickinson: It also has a great tune, which really should have made it to New Vegas: My Rifle, My Pony, and Me.

Was that satire or were they actually serious as cancer? When they say rhythm is a dancer?

Good to hear you're moving on, Nep. I think i can say that I've made the jump from my own exes. By which I mean I still miss them. But it's a healthy ache. Like a mending leg. The solution, besides the walsausages, is to throw oneself into sorting out your life as it stands. Fix the roof, get exciting work, chat up new ladies. Curiosity and excitement about the future is the light to banish the shadows of a fading dawn romance. I also have a cold.