Walsingham

Some people just don't focus on teamwork. They're just in it for the flashing lights and the occasional win by random chance. I've seen the most bizarre and aggravating things in both Red Orchestra and Left 4 Dead 2. A lot of which I can only suppose comes from twitch games where the only thing you seem to do is move about in a brownian fashion and shoot at anything which moves. Which is kind of why I play the games I do, because if you try that in Red Orchestra you'll get whacked by the experienced players who work together; and if you try it in Left 4 Dead then you last an even shorter time. I should say that I don't consider myself a good gamer, in the sense that I am slow, and poor at shooting. But I do what I'm told, and I tell my team mates what I'm doing, and I help others. Which I like to think is why I get so many invites every time I log on. Unless it's just because I always say please and thankyou.

I have to say I quite liked it too. But it is a trashy movie, really. Sort of a male Thelma and Louise.

I had a dream the other night that I was hanging out with Prince William et al. They were quite drunk. His fiance was quite attractive in a moderately dull way. Not sure if that constitutes a violation of my oath.

That one's always bothered me. Surely that's the definition of a scientific trial? Repeat until data points (n) n>30. Thought: maybe our trouble is that we're working from too small a sample size to make ANY recommendations on what we should have done.

Replaying New Vegas for the third time. How in Feth are there still enormous areas I seem to have wandered past on ethe previous two play throughs? And why are nightstalkers so terifying? And where do babies come from? Outside Mojave?

Just mis-reread this as asking the forum members who felt like biffing Israel personally. "I'll take you all on! Mano a lots of manos!"

I think a journal is a helpful way of recording personal history. And after all, what's that quote? Something about doomed to repeat? Or was that about beans?

*googles Gemma Arterton* Hmm... looks like some sort of frozen brunette concentrate. *thinks* Perhaps you could use her to make some kind of awesome nookie napalm? Mix her up with Christina Hendricks and some polystyrene packing.

:o *Checks nothing has been sent* Bloody hell, that's a relief. ~~ Joe, I'm kind of fundamentalist about not hitting women, but if ever I had to choose one OK reason that might be it. EDIT: Re-reading the letter it's kind of sad, and was obviously written by me when I was inexpressibly drunk. But hilariously, being me, all the punctuation and spelling is correct.

If you've ever had a bad hangover, try one when you slept wrong with a bad back. I can laugh about it now...

The way I heard it, the Tianenmen square pic with the tanks ended with the tanks running the ****er over. Hooray for the dictatorship of the proletariat. Assuming I heard correctly.

As the Aussies would say: strewth.

On the one hand I get incredibly angry with men who hit women. On the other hand I've smashed my own fist to splinters on a concrete wall, I've been so furious with women. I guess the point is that the latter is my own damn business. Wrote a letter to my sunshine of earlier. Will never send the damn thing because it's pointless. I might as well apologise to Lenin's corpse. It's actually been a good day today, rather than depressing as you might think. I just don't tend to let go of things. And I know this makes me a tit for posting all this online, but if it makes you chaps feel better, then at least the lesson hasn't been totally wasted.

Watched some Hill Street Blues, and let things subside. Now got my shoes on and heading out. In a weird way, it was kind of a wild ride.

Bad backs are so freaking weird. I just bent down to put on my shoes and my back went out so bad I only realised it had happened because I couldn't work out why I was yelling like a wounded ox. Now I'm stuck in a chair, typing this, and wondering when the hell it will stop cramping so I can go meet my friends... No idea how long this will last. Expect more tedious bulletins as I get bored.

This rather presumes the Judaeo Christian notion that paradise is no work. Hence the ejection from Eden to a world of toil. But I like working. I happen to think it's essential to mental and physical health!

Idea for a game there: Grand Theft Amish.

Presumably, as I say, you need to have mroe than just the dissatisfaction. The dissatisfaction is the dry brush surrounding the edifice of state. You need an organisation to mobilise people. Thus far this seems to be absent from Egypt. I would suggest that you also need the security forces to decide they won't commit mass murder to stay in place.

I'm simply not signing up to any more Relic stuff after waiting more than two years to a fix to their lazy ass NAT negotiation protocols. I kknow it was probably THQ's fault because I've always had **** customer service from them, but ultimately Relic choose their publishers.

Well, accidental detonations are common, because you know, these are not rocket scientists making ...erm... rockets. However, it being a spam text is pure gravy. It's like the 21st century joining in the shoeing of these 16th century types.

I can relate to your story Orogun, at least a bit. My first and big one who got away took the mickey out of my pug headeded seriousness by insisting she should try and rollerblade up this massive hill near where we were living. Born ray of sunshine. OK, maybe that one was me being an idiot. But importantly I'd never have gone the way I have professionally, and done some very good stuff if we'd stayed together. I'd have probably become a carpenter or something.

ROFL at some of these stories. It's cool that the thread didn't just wither on the vine. I'm also going to have to start carrying Enoch around in an attache case, explaining my gibberish for me. It's almost as if I might make sense sometimes! I suppose my key point, after reading Enoch's version of my OP, might be that one has to learn. But that doesn't mean that if you did again, having learned your lesson, that everything would be fine.

And I am curiously hesitant to accept the opinions on any subject of a person who is on record as having such counter-factual views on communist atrocities. Indeed who views extreme violence in pursuit of communist revolution as positively toothsome.

There's been a lot of talk in the daily blog about 'ones that got away'. Those romantic flings we now regret and miss every day. However, as you may have noticed I spent yesterday receiving a barrage of texts from one of mine. And after the intensified regret and general increase in temperature, I suddenly realised something. The correspondence got to a big enough level where I started seeing, and remembering more than the obvious pleasant features. Submerged habits and character traits which more than destroyed the positive, like a stone in a slipper. Long story short: don't regret the ones that got away. They didn't get away. It didn't work. You moved on. And for bloody good reasons, if you trouble to think about it. At least that's how I feel. Thought I'd bring it into the open so maybe we can all cheer the **** up.

imagine it like blackjack, but with three hands, and instead of the dealer drawing the cards you have a hand. Hmmm... Madness! Lies! Aaaagh! Aaaagh!