Walsingham

So you get to feel warmly nostalgic whenever you see puke? Awesome.

Are you kidding? I almost shot that man, and I know he's not a zombie.

Or more to the point, can anyone think of an instance where someone substituting for the original author didn't produce utter crap? Jesus. New Testament ftw!

Company of Heroes. I've somewhat rediscovered it lately, and managed to tackle some of my lameness issues. Basically excessive timidity. PM me if anyone fancies a game.

You have to pay them to get tech support? Or do you just mean it's not toll free?

I was in the shops on Saturday and saw a freaking IKEA sims pack. Which was just startling until I realised they wanted people to PAY for the privilege of IKEA advertising in tehir leisure time.

Hold on, we're getting kind of strung out here. I'm not afraid we'll get ambushed by Indians, but unless we get some coherence then what's the point of all this? My summary so far, which I suggest someone improves on: 1) If a task, like a leap, has a high probability of failure, then re-attempting it should not take a long time to set up* 2) Changing the things that make the game enjoyable into something else for no apparent reason. e.g. force swapping party members, mini-games** 3) er... Solutions: *Prince of Persia. Walshmatic: random possibility of the reload making that particular leap into a different puzzle. ** If the forced change has to happen (I can't imagine why, but I'm not a dev), then give at least a choice of two. Even a little choice is better than none.

Made me move onto some band I'd never heard of before. This is their own video release: http://ashendk.free.fr/videos/colocstrip.mov A real party tune, if a bit cheesy. I love it. EDIT: It's actually The Weekend Song, by the Freestylers.

The article kind of fits her description. Perhaps it isn't so surprising that she's into yoga. Yeah, it's not hard to get Freudian about her preferring self-actualisation.

Brian Owens - Three is the Magic Number Basically a cover of the De La Soul classic live. Just impossible not to groove to. Fething Stalin would have grooved to this.

I do understand the thing with College football. I watched the Vikings play someone or other about ten years ago. It was one of the most boring experiences of my life. Give me something with a bit less polish and a bit more soul.

I randomly came across this article in the Telegraph, dealing with a similar situation. Anyway, I was about toe berate Archie for being bitter, until I remembered that I've been off relationships for nearly a year because I essentially got sick of having to spend so much energy just understanding women. I literally got tired of it. I don't know if it's women naturally, but I do think a lot of it is down to how many competing demands society makes of them. Having said that I've been taking delivery all day of new nest-building materiel, like tumble-dryers, mirrors, and fridges. I have my new cooker coming soon, and I'm getting quotes to revamp the rear of the house. So something must be up.

As if attractiveness is linear. You don't rate bloody meals 1-10 if you're serious about them. It's what fires your taste buds at the time. It could be a michelin starred sliver of salmon on bulgar wheat. It could be a street trolley hotdog with fried onions and mustard. It could be a single ice-cube. I think this is what makes a good crush. It should be perfectly in the moment, and perfectly intoxicating.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/...rkozy-judo.html Continuing the theme, surely this headline just conjures images of the Matrix?

Not that long ago

I have to agree. Put me in a room with a beautiful woman - I mean really properly beautiful, not some model - and you might just as well give me a swift kick to the head. I was so startled once by two gorgeous twins in Thailand that I actually forgot to breath and nearly passed out!

G.K. Chesterton: the Last Hero (2nd verse) [ The chance of battle changes -- so may all battle be; I stole my lady bride from them, they stole her back from me. I rent her from her red-roofed hall, I rode and saw arise, More lovely than the living flowers the hatred in her eyes. She never loved me, never bent, never was less divine; The sunset never loved me, the wind was never mine. Was it all nothing that she stood imperial in duresse? Silence itself made softer with the sweeping of her dress. O you who drain the cup of life, O you who wear the crown, You never loved a woman's smile as I have loved her frown. Always brings respite from chagrin, when I recall all the women I've chased to little purpose or sense "The sunset never loved me, the wind was never mine"

I guess she wasn't the only one, since you went out with her in the first place. Rub some more salt on THAT wound, why dontcha? Ouch! I was introduced to her and all I could think of was "You're perdy! Durrr!" when I met her. Staying in the barracks for 6 months and sharing a room with 40 other guys helps you overlook small shortcomings like personality or lack of thereof. Excuse me for being sexually starved after 6 months of inactivity. Hah! I remember being in barracks, and we'd been drinking in the junior ranks mess (privilege of having an awesome training cadre). Anyway, this one young fellah is daft enough to call this girl he's been waffling on about, in the middle of us doing our Waltons impressions ("Goodnight Billy-Joe-Jim-Bob" "Goodnight , you flatulent bastard"). Anyway, we hear him say in a surprised voice "What am I _wearing_?" I told him straight: "Mate, I'm the one who doesn't break any rules and I'm telling you right now to get dressed, climb the wall and go to her. We'll cover for you." But naturally enough when you're young you think young girls will always be making lewd advances on you.

I had my first crush age six. I didn't even know what the hell it was. I thought I was ill! You know, can't stop thinking about a girl, heart goes nuts when you see her. I was absolutely obsessed with holding hands with her. I got entered in the school country dancing team just so I could dance with her. Silly bastard.

Blast. I REALLY don't know anyone in California. _However_ I'm always amazed at who one can turn up. But it'll be a long shot. Locally, and in many English boroughs, there's a public volunteer centre where you can go to offer up your time, and they send you out. Failing that, local churches would know some people. I don't know who else you'd ask, really. When I was a teenager I did voluntary community service. My brother thought you could only do community service if you'd been in trouble with the police, and he was going to give me a kicking until he found out I was helping CP kids. It really was a bizarre experience "No, seriously, I'm helping these kids because they need help. I've not hurt anyone!"

It's just fair to say that he benefited from an hilariously uncreditable opposition. Hell, even the LibDems made progress.

i was quite proud of myself when I realised I'd been working with a client for two days before I noticed they were black. It literally didn't register, and I might have gone on even longer if they hadn't embarked on a racist tirade against Nigerians.

Well, large parst of it are more operational. It's a little unfair to blame you for this. I know I am in some ways very similar. There's a big difference in romance between what you should do and what you will do. I liken it to skiing. It's patently insane to slide down a snowy hillside on sticks, but we do it anyway. We'll even keep doing it if we break limbs.

Yes it is, and I should know. I wore one when I was a teenager.

*Humming* Tiiiiiiime is on my siiiiiiiide...