Walsingham

My advice: when you want to charge someone but are chickening out, go hungry for about a day first. You get hungry, you stop letting people take the piss.

I do often think that tolerance of multi-culturalism is in directly inverse proportion to how actually multi-cultural a place is. Everything's hunky-dory until suddenly 40% of people don't agree with your notions on birth control or nepotism or paying taxes. Amd I'm specifically talking culture here, not how one dresses or the colour of skin. I often find I have more in common with Indians than I do with Middle England. You know, that makes think. Perhaps multi-culturalism is as much a function of the speed with which society is changing as a whole, with technology and the media as it is with mass movement of people.

For me, that city was Santiago Chile. The people were so incredibly nice that the suspicious side of me kept waiting to get shanked in the ribs. Awesome. I've been wondering about Chile. Now I shall have to go.

But what if - and I'm simply speculating here - some eastern European woman wants to show me something artistic? Wouldn't NoScript disable that?

You realise that bar a few niceties these are the words of a communist. People who didn't earn it? You'll start waffling on about sweat next. 'Government' can and has spent money well in ways which enrich everyone because there is this thing we call 'society' and this other thing we call 'culture'. Oh, and 'national infrastructure'. It can act to develop these because it can take a long view which corporations could, but would be insane if they did. This doesn't alter my feeling - shaped by discussion on here more than anything else - that many governments are spending at a level which is fundamentally unsustainable, precisely because the payoff is illusory. Essentially voters are treating themselves on credit at a national level rather than using personal credit . In the UK this would be because we've all maxed our credit cards. But that doesn't mean the payoff is always illusory.

I have managed to disable those annoying flash ads by restricting the space used by flash in my computer's memory to 1kb. I now get a surprisingly large number of little permission screens, but this pleases me.

Sacked work today. Went out and lay in the sun for a while. Tidied up some odds and ends.

Sneaky ole bastard aren't you I was wondering if you'd get the allusion.

I'm often quite cheerful. It's just recently what with all the economic stuff, and my nation apparently deciding that spending money on and attention on celeberities and nasal tanning spray is more important than fostering democratic ideals or plain human rights, and not getting any ****ing (as you so delicately put it). Plus I might finally have to get glasses, when I've always been proud of my good eyesight... I'm bummed out.

I'm part of the refined and European 'slow electron' movement.

Just to get the ball rolling: if the nuclear reactor near me does suffer a containment failure then I can finally indulge in smoking.

Death is the servant of the righteous. Also, randomly quoting 40k at work does make people think I'm koo-koo Trying to get focused again, been rather aimless for the last couple of months. Not really suceeding but ah well. Answer is easy: "It is better to die for the Emperor than live for yourself".

The City I liked best for the people, hands down, was Juneau, Alaska.

1) Worked out that I among the groups of people in my phone there are twe in particular. One is work people, and th eother is people I am to avoid, exes and so forth. The number of people in both groups equalised for the first time last week. 2) Admitted that I am depressed and fixated on death. the clues were subtle. The thinking about death, the seeing death, the talking about death. Note sure how to get out of the habit. I may need to dial down the intellectual honesty a couple of notches.

Fredrich Schlosser, from the 19th century? Because if so - I can tell you that we've learned quite a bit since then. Ssssh. Lasers. *points*

New york, baby. New York.

You son of a bitch. I have to learn to sing this.

There is always Australia. If I've got to live in a country full of venomous insects and reptiles, with **** lager and worse TV then I'll take bloody Rwanda. At least the scenery is nice.

You want us together but distinct, eh?

I'd be afraid of him. The man's mental and he has/had guns.

With Italy tanking I'm asking myself for the first time if it's worth going abroad, lungfish style. Just hole up somewhere dirt cheap and full of mosquitos with a shotgun and plenty of rum. Live on ...I've no idea. Come back in five years when the dust has settled.

23 navy Seals killed Bin Laden. 23! I can see the fnords, dammit!

I think it's ironic that I seem to be the only person who is sad that the USA has been bungholed. I quite like the USA. I very much like not having the world economy collapse like an Iranian general's breath.

Got into intellectual discussion last night about the merits of living for the moment. Thereby argued myself into consuming vast quantities of booze. Struggling a little with work today, but am focussing on all the ass kickings I need to do this week. I find being hungover actually helps.

He had more than 1 gun (3, iirc, with the other two being 9mm handguns) so reloading was far less an issue. In any case he does not have to deal with hundreds of people looking to kill him. This is not a United 93 type situation where a largish group of people have a long time to deliberate and come to terms with it being us vs them/ him, to the death; and that vs guys with boxcutters. This is a situation where a 'policeman' gathers a bunch of teenagers, and a few adults, together then pulls an assault rifle and opens fire. He doesn't have to deal with hundreds of people, he has to deal with the very small proportion who react to this- slightly unusual- situation by deciding to spontaneously, and uncoordinatedly, charge him. Once they are gone everyone else is- basically- irrelevant since they're in too small groups and far, far too panicked. I'm sure most people think/ hope that they would be the hero who charges the guy with an M14 and takes him out, Arnie style; it's an easy dream to have while sitting in the warm and comfortable glow of a monitor, drinking a coffee and eating a scone. Indeed. Further it's worth pointing out that several studies during WW2* indicated that only 1 in 10 front line soldiers actually actively shot at the enemy. And that was with freaking guns. Not rocks. Hiding or running is a damned sensible idea. Not that I'm mocking anyone who tried to take him on. I'm just not mocking anyone who didn't. *[Marshal, 'Men Against Fire' from memory]