Walsingham

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.

Thought I'd clang some pans together to add noise. *clang clang clang*

Assuming you are on the level, I hope you get one. BUt all the same simply posting doesn't seem very likely. Not considering how hard they say devs get driven. Just a thought, but maybe if you did an open source search for your favourite Obsidian Dev, then did a workup on them, THEN asked them to mentor you that might work. It would be flattering, and at the same time would obviate the necessity of you quizzing them on the framework, and get into subtleties.

I'm still struggling to corrall my players for he campaign I was running.

That's one reference which I really REALLY don't get. Me neither, but it's cute, in a twisted way. Oh, OK.

Went off the beaten track on my music service today, and hit two absolute STINKERS. 1. Gilles Rawson - The Artist Formerly Known as Good I didn't notice how bad this was at first. By the end of the second track I had realised that there was a distressing lack of originality. By the end of the fourth I had noticed how screechingly terrible the singer's voice is. I mean, really, even over the tone tuning and other shenanigans you can hear he sings almost everything flat or otherwise off key. Worst voice I've ever heard in a commercial recording. 2. Thomas Nowlin Harrison 'Armored Faith' You just can't get enough hammond organ into songs about Jesus. If I was God and heard this I'd take BACK the blessing of Abraham. In celebratory terms - assuming it's a celebration of faith - I'd rank it with pissing on your birthday cake.