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I bought it on GoG and it works a dream. Except I think i'm now too old and easily confused to play it. I agree with Enoch that the problem in any system is when some points just disappear into the Vortex. And Arcanum definitely seems t obe greedily eyeing my few skillpoints with stats that can be boosted way past the point of any use ( so far as I can tell) and skills like the mechanical ones which might allow you to build one object every three hours of gameplay. Skills and stats should have SOME benefit, wherever they end up. Enriching either storyline or play ease, or maximum power or SOMETHING. But I totally agree they shouldn't make all classes equal because they make all classes equally poncey.

I was only kidding about Bruce Willis. He's just a good guy, I think. And he is usually well cast. Although Hudson Hawk is the reason I think he's awesome. EDIT: And The Fifth Element, which is surely one of the most underrated sci-fi classics, after Serenity.

I just finished a collection of Dan Abnett fantasy novels. Mixed bunch, the best of which were the Riders of the Dead and the Hammers of Ulric. Riders of the Dead was absolutely brilliant. Heartily recommend it.

I wouldn't call it cheating. A gentleman like Shryke knows how to enjoy something like that, but I reckon his hearts still in the same place it was. A sudden cold refusal often offends, and might have made things much worse. Of course it's views like that which get all my possessions thrown out of upstairs windows. Or used to, anyway.

I wasn't trying to be anti-UK or anti the mother. What I'm saying is how a moment's consideration of the piece unfolds all sorts of possibilities, tied together with sadness for the poor baby. I actually found the British Fritzl more appalling - if that's possible - because he managed to do what he did without a cellar. British society simply failed to offer any way out for his kids in spite of them moving around freely in it.

I don't hate DiCaprio. Much. I really enjoyed The Aviator and thought it was a solid film. But best actor ever? Give me a freaking break. Bruce Willis is the best actor ever.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-13069780 Have a read and you'll see what I mean.

Surely your most transparent trolling to date. "Best." "Actor." "Ever." Go sit in a corner and think about what you just said.

Misread as Benny Hill. *Yackety Sax*

Looked in here for first time, by accident. Reported this post to NSA.

Page not found. I suspect the world filter censored some of the words in the link.. Son of a bitch! Look on www.theonion.com

I was about to say even Nazis like ice-cream. But I'm not so sure. They probably like cold cuts and mustard better than ice cream.

With respect, it's not 'silly' it's 'not proportional'. Most proportional does not automatically mean best decision nor most protection against tyranny, which is surely the object of democracy.

Trackball mouse.

Well, Folks, It Appears Some ****head Down There Is Shining A Laser Pointer Into The ****pit And We're About To Crash

Stand by... Simulating... Mmmm... chocolate chip.

Thanks for the nightmare votes of sympathy. Or do I mean votes of nightmare sympathy? Got the work done tolerably well despite problems, and toppled back into bed at 2200 last night. Which again is unusually early, and woudl normally trigger a nightmare. But I appear to have exhausted my brain for the moment and slept through perfectly peacefully.

Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. I'd place it below being covered in Haagen Dazs, but above being charged thousands of pounds so greasy bankers can refuse to reform.

In the nicest possible way: no. Can I keep your head in a jar when you crock it then? By all means. EDIT: Had the worst nightmare of my entire life last night. Couldn't sleep afterwards between 0100 and 0500. I dreamed that the NHS had found a way to bring my mother back from the dead - even more ill than when she died. My analysis is that the worst bit was not just the resurgent suffering, it was also the thought of having to go back to 24/7 duty mode. It didn't help that I kept trying to get the doctors to tell me how they'd managed to do it when she'd been cremated, but they said it was all too complex. Which made me angry as well as horrified. Worse still I have a really full day today and can't afford to be shambling about with these big bags under my eyes.

You are in love, and are excused.

Hold on a minute. I may want to spend a good two hours thumping Kubrick in the face with a boot over 2001, but Clockwork Orange gets better every time I see it.

In the nicest possible way: no.

On the contrary. I've done work in the past with consortia of legal aspirants. It's a fun business, provided you abandon the childish notion that strength of logic defines strength of case. It's a war, and defined as much by tactical nous as strategic weight.

Booooooooo! I was looking forward to Tigs joining me and Monte for a proper pub crawl.

I have stared death in the face and won. The end result (Friday afternoon until now) was a slab of strong-ish (5.5%) Belgian beer, i.e. 16 500 ml cans, 4 bottles of half-decent red wine and three or four (I'm sure you'll forgive the memory problem) cheeky cognacs. I also smoked three Romeo Y Julietta No. 2s, having run out of Bolivars. I also irritated Krezack, a karmic reward if there ever was one (awww, Krezzie!). I feel great. I was a bit fuzzy this morning but nothing some bacon, eggs and cognac couldn't sort out. My wife was away visiting family and arrived home to learn of my heroism: she is extremely proud. I am now on the 5th bottle of claret although I am going to skip booze entirely for the next twelve hours to de-tox. The only casualty was that I was so drunk I watched Legion on the TV, please see my drunken review on the movie thread. Ha! Reaper! Screw you! Cheers MC I LOL'd when I read about your wife. I've certainly never entertained the possibliity of marrying any woman who didn't appreciate the value of excess. On the way home tonight I picked up a bottle of superb red wine. I'll have to post the details in a bit.