Walsingham

Belly?

NK may have an obsolescent military, but killing all of them would be a bloody business. I for one hope we don't have to.

Are you sure it isn't just what one fethwit believes?

Can I extend this comment by asking what the **** has got into you recently?

"reality is such a boring place" You've clearly never seen a modern warship firing. I think it is awesome, and I thought the same thing: Only Americans would do that. Hell yeah!

Huh?

Alan Davies settling the matter once and for all.

What is it with pigs being right wing, anyway?

Actually, MAD still applies IMO when your opponent can destroy four major cities.

That is entirely ****ed up. Indeed. That is just ...I dunno.

Being a mod rules. How else can you victimise people? I mean enforce rules of civil tolerance. Like in that film. With the alien overlords.

We have tradition in my family of running away until we get to the end of the road and realising our four year old logistics suck.

And how! I think Sand should be a mod. Seriously.

Give GD a break, Krez. He's still recovering from being smashed like a fistful of potato chips in that crash. i think we all, at one time or another, have snapped at someone on the forum, presuming their point of view based on what some unconnected twit has been saying to us.

If you don't intend to actually get in a punch up over it, why pretend you're going to? We might as well say the truth, which is that we've done our share of dictator smiting for the time being and someone else can do it. Maybe people could get the UN to do something? BWAHAHAHAHAH! I crack me up.

I don't recall that being the problem. . I do think it's interesting that in US films being fiercely indidvidualist saves the day. in a British film it gets people killed.

In fact you are all correct. And I discovered marmalade.

i'm so proud *sniff* Thank you, sensei.

I just realised that conventional wisdom can be summarised as "The invasion would have gone better if the French had been involved." Just consider that for a moment.

I mentioned this in WoT, but I had a very enjoyable morning playing the final levels of Half life 2 (with the gravity gun) singing along to Disney tunes. The Hiegh-ho song, and The Bare Necessities have a perfect gleeful rambling quality. I found it really inspired me to get the most in creative destructiveness. Imagine Baloo the bear on a crack fueled rampage through an evil maniac's base. I do also have an absolute lucky streak where artillery is concerned. My finest moment was a crude hunch in a very old game called Across the Rhine where I ordered a full use of artillery on a lateral pass (I figured the enemy would be camped in it waiting for me to go either side). I spent thirty minutes carefully working my way across the map only to discover every single one of the enemy dead in that valley. Total carnage. A more recent artillery fest in Company of Heroes saw me call down 25 pdr fire onto a couple of tanks. Naturally they moved out the way, but unfortunately for my opponent he had clearly forgotten about the huge mass of infantry following on behind who walked straight into the kill zone just as the hammer fell. Highly satisfying, but clearly not as satisfying as any situation where an opponent can be lured onto a bridge wired for demolition. KABOOOM!

I don't know. Is there Yackety Sax in the background?

My main contract retainer cancelled, but I think that was more due to my erratic stress-related behaviour. That and refusing to do a cack job. It never ceases to amaze me how furiously keen some people are on doing substandard work.

I slept for three hours last night. Too much to drink so I woke and drank several mugs of herbal tea. No damn good so I made a fiery batch of Thai noodles with fresh spices. No good either. I just finsihed Half Life 2 while listening to Disney tunes. There's nothing quite like wielding a gravity gun and singing along to the dwarf chorus. My neighbours must hate me.

I must lack some essential humour gene. I quail when faced with nuclear annihilation. You do realise it won't be like Fallout?

Glorious weather today. I couldn't be arsed to go out in it, tho. I only got round to gardening about 1600. Did a bunch of tidying and cooking just now, while listening to Richard Cheese. Chicken soup from leftovers, a huge cookie from the leftover crumble mix, and some artichokes I found. All remaining veg eaten raw for no good reason. I don't think I mentioned my cunning pudding plan. Basically in the base of a bread tin I melted butter and brown sugar until it was toffee, then filled the remainder with chopped plums, cooked for a while, then added a little water and topped off with the crumble topping ( I think you call crumble cobbler in the states). Baked until teh topping was good and brown and the toffee plum goo was bubbling out the sides. No spices. Incredible pudding.