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Huh? Me no understandee. I like tabs precisely because of doing research. I very rarely follow any link as anything other than a new tab.

No. Blair's still unpopular. I have liked him for a while. But this was just a comedy headline.

Update to my readiness level. I have just ordered enough dried goods and tinned meat to last 1 month. Now I need some sort of water treatment.

I'm guessing lack of funds. Besides, there must be some work for a good man prepared to work. Where is Calax, anyway? I mean geographically.

Hey, Shryke, what's wrong with drinking some more? Calax: I think you are being needlessly harsh on yourself. The very best of men can be impeded by a run of bad luck. If you have made a lot of applications, and you are not content in your heart with being a parasite, then you've not failed by a long chalk. I'm just sorry I can't suggest any specific job opportunities or give you a recommendation. I'm afraid my contacts are rather sparse across the pond. The only thing I can say is to recommend Kipling to you. But since it's rather trite, I won't bother.

I certainly wouldn't call Blair a lame duck. You can criticise what he did, but he bloody did stuff.

Evolutionary psychology should have its own thread really. And I for one love it to bits. I read your stuff there, Alanschu, despite it being love or rather because it obviously took you time. It's a weird mix. When you talk about what is happening operationally you go a bit bland. When you talk about how you feel about her when you see her you are much richer in your descriptions. Maybe it's just hard to be evocative talking operationally. Not sure what it means beyond that. Maybe you need to be less intellectual? Maybe you're at the mercy of your emotions, but really know damn well it's over and have to bury it. *shrugs* *puffs on pipe*

I got really annoyed because I travelled to Oxford to meet a guy who told me he was in fact in Reading (a good hour's journey away from Oxford). Then I found out that I had agreed to a change of venue last night when I was drunk, and forgotten about it. We had a meeting in the Revolution bar there, and had some very average food, and drinks. Nevertheless the meeting went quite well. Think we got the key points out the way, and made an action plan.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10...tle-weaker.html This headline made me immediately think of the PM as some bad guy in a computer game. Or in a film. The Mail always cracks me up. Not as badly as the Independent, because they really beleive what they say, but nearly.

I am going to put a laser pointer in the stem of the pipe so when I point at things I can lase them. And pipes are bad for you. Maybe not as bad as cigarettes. But that's as in: putting your hand in the toaster is not as bad as putting both your hand and the toaster into a bucket of water. I have been using teh magical powers of the pipe to win at online games. It gives one an indefatigable air, even if no-one else can see it.

To be 100% clear: I am NOT smoking these pipes. The only harm I am doing myself is believing they will make me look credible.

I'm just off out, myself. Party! Party!

I really should get a pith helmet now. Much better than a fez.

I was showing some friends a local antiques shop, and found a number of pipes. When I discovered they were only four quid each I was about to buy one. But then I realised that if I debated anyone while holding it I would automatically win. This would be unfair, so I bought a second one, which I intend to offer my interlocutors. Indeed, I will be trying to find a case for them, so I can open it and offer them a choice of weapons. Both are from the late Edwardian period. One is a proper corncob, and the other a short briar pipe. I am typing this while chewing on the stem of the briar. It is quite amazingly awesome.

I've been thinking about this some more, and don't really see why I have to use a motorised cooling system. Instead my current plan is to use two heat exchange units. One to take heat away from the case, the other to release the heat in the system. The release pad will sit out the window (it's winter), or on the room radiator (which isn't on, due to the computer heating the room. The difficult part is finding something which evaporates at a low enough temperature to be useful. Ethanol fits the bill, but - emergent property - if there was a fire this would act as an accelerant. Any ideas?

Huh? Tarna, "The government can only return what you give it?" You mean like the autoshop does, or the bakery? A properly run government does things you can't do on your own, like commission motorways and dams, launch a space program etc. I mean, sure we've all maintained the odd personal CDC, but come on!

Left and right. The theory is it gives you one half to chew with, while the pain subsides. I'm proud to say I ate haven't even been slowed down. Although given I'm a fat bastard, it's hard to be pleased about it.

I've been reading more. It's bad, but strangely addictive. Like punching yourself in the face.

I'm currently hosting my ex and her new boyfriend. It's actually awesome. He's like me, only smarter and more considerate. But he's too funny to be annoying. I may have to try and convince more exes to show up, it could be interesting to see who they've wound up with!

I just realised that power costs are probably the biggest. My PC is running about 16 hours a day for either work or play. So having a lot of fans might not be very sensible. I mean, electricity is mad expensive at the moment in teh UK.

I may have already described this story. We were playing vampire, in whatsitthingy, you know the White Wolf universe where everything is terrible... thingy.... anyway. We were in apartheid South Africa where Mandela was shot by neo-nazis coming down the road from prison etc etc. We often used two referees and one player, to give a richer experience. One ref would handle mechanics and storyline. The other ref would play all the NPCs. Our man was masquerading as an anti-apartheid lawyer, living on the fringes of a big township. He'd been out and about his merry way, dropping into shebeens, and feasting on, well he was supposed to hunt drug dealers and informants, but he'd been snacking on anyone. So he heads home, having made no attempt to conceal himself, so naturally enough just after he gets home there is a knock at the door. "I look out the window" "You see a tan police truck, with a white policeman and a black policeman near it. They have shotguns out. You can just see the blue shirted back of a third policeman standing on your veranda." "Police!" "Yes! It may have something to do with the headless corpse not 200 yards from your house." "I change into a tiger!" "OK. Then what?" "I turn out the lights and pretend I'm not home." "But they saw you with all the lights on. They'll see you turn them off." "Then I'll turn off the lights AND hide under the bed! [immensely pleased with himself] "Fine. There is more knocking. [rolls] You also hear noises from the side of the house." "Hmmmm. I change back again, turn the lights on, and go to the door. I also blood buff or whatever so I'm ultra strong." "Ok." "I open the door" "A large fat police sergeant is there. He looks at you suspiciously, and says 'Excuse me, sir, but I was wondering if we could ask you some questions about a suspected murder not far from here.'" "Right. Um. I lean out, put one hand on his shoulder, then use my other hand to pull his head off.[rolls successfully]" "The policeman's still warm body slumps to the ground, as thick red blood fountains across the stoep. The two other policemen haven't yet established what just happened." "I close the door." "Then what" "Then I turn out the lights and hide under the bed. If they knock again, I'm not home." Needless to say the Army were called in, and he only escaped by running smack through one wall of his house, and into a river. But he would have been jihaded for sure if he hadn't been busy with coursework.

I was chatting with my cab driver this morning about this*. We decided the biggest problem is that US domestic policy is 50% tied to external foreign developments. But the US voting public, and possibly the majority of Congressmen, understand next to nothing about those developments. *Never knock cab drivers. They have a lot of time to think ,and listen to the news, and talk to a wide array of people, in addition to having usually had at least one career before. I some cab drivers above the average Member of Parliament.

I was hoping for something a la Stalker. You know? Weird anomalous phenomena, etc.

LOL For one second there I thought it was for real.

Had one half of my mouth descaled. Was surprisingly painful, but not as bad as it might have been. I now have half shiny and half old teeth. The re-shined ones look amazing. I really am having a complete clean-out of my teeth. Knowing my luck though I'll get in a fight and have them all knocked out just after I pay up the last installment.