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Rice and tinned mackerel, with a little grated carrot. Hey, not every night can be special.

Having the same issue. I think I'm going to try to say Hi to my Grandfather. We have a common interest in CRPGs, although he's migrated to WoW pretty exclusively lately. He did quite like the IE games, so I'm hoping that a spiritual successor can pull him back. (If I had been willing to go the full 1K to design a character, it would've been him.) I've been slowly testing the waters with my boss with regard to casual banter and nerd-culture fluency. Today I dropped some joking 1337SP34K into an email reply. No response yet. He probably thinks it's a virus.

Don't look at me. I interpret our cultural dislike of sex to include any interest in where other people want their junk to go, provided both parties are consenting.

But, as you seem to be blissfully unaware, providing it via Steam or via GoG involves reaching commercial agreements with same, including PAYING them for providing the service. However I can see your point about Obsidian becoming defunct. If only there were some sort of thriving trade in copies of digital media independent of the official sources. I for one would be as happy as Jack Sparrow. Although I concede such a thing is a mad fantasy. However, to be serious, what you're asking for is weeks of legal and management effort on a limited budget, and when there are many other things those same people should be doing elsewhere.

M. Harvey, Hopeful Misanthrope

Respectfully, I disagree. If, in the unlikely event, that somebody was to wear an evening suit to a court appearance I'd say that one simple proof of unsound mind alone would preclude them from being a responsible parent. And, in fact, an excellent candidate for chemical neutering. I have it on good authority that Her Majesty's court officials often wear wigs and ornate robes. Hardly think that places them in a good position to judge sartorial elegance.

I think oby's doing a rather half-hearted anti-colonial, support Mugabe jive.

You write it, we'll sing it.

The kind of guy who wants that sweet money at the end and gave a fake name, maybe The other logical conclusion is that he was _already_ on a sweet deal and was too chicken to admit anything and lose what he already had. I'm making an educated guess that he'd be a sign language interpreter already in a government posting who basically got THAT job without knowing how to do it and thanks to the aforementioned workplace culture wasn't motivated enough to learn, either. EDIT: This might explain why he's not already been 'traced'.

The chaff from this morning's work has been the idea of going carolling to collect for Help for Heroes and Age Concern. I was thinking of good songs to sing. I don't think they need to be all trad christmas songs. Indeed I think many folks will give more if we leaven the carols with some fun ones they might actually want to sing to. Ideas? EDIT: Is anyone talented enough to fit Rammstein's 'Du Habst' to the tune of Deck the Halls?

Eh, I worry about work because it's the only life I've had for the past 2-3 years. This place hasn't been conducive to changing that aspect of my life, which is why I'm looking at getting back to an actual city instead of an old market square with a couple of buildings around it. Makes sense. Kudos to you for making the jump.

Truest thing you've ever written. Suits, pins and them not treating it like a Catholic service, heh. And now, the sign language person was a fraud apparently - http://www.cbc.ca/news/world/nelson-mandela-ceremony-sign-language-interpreter-a-fake-1.2459469 Yeah this sign language fiasco is a real disgrace. All the radio stations are trying to track the guy down, apparently he wasn't signing at all and was just waving his hands. Its really shocking how he conned the organizers of the memorial service that he was qualified to use sign language In fairness what kind of ****ing halfwit goes on a globally televised performance not knowing how to do the job? especially when not knowing how to do it means you are going to take the piss out of the most loved man in national history. Although having said that, it shouldn't have been hard to at least check his references.

What a guy! Tao Hsiao is going on my list of remembered names. I'll be honest, I'd probably just get a better girlfriend. Mind you, this sort of under-achieving attitude is exactly why my name will not be remembered after my death. Reminds me of this poem by Pablo Neruda (it's a longer poem in full) It so happens I’m tired of being a man. It so happens I enter clothes shops and theaters, withered, impenetrable, like a swan made of felt sailing the water of ashes and origins. The smell of a hairdresser’s has me crying and wailing. I only want release from being stone or wool. I only want not to see gardens and businesses, merchandise, spectacles, lifts. It so happens I’m tired of my feet and toenails, my hair and my shadow. It so happens I’m tired of being a man.

Was just an off the cuff remark. But to follow through I think you worry too much about your work environment. You need some stuff outside work, and an opportunity to vent some of your wilder tendencies. Banjo's just an example of something you could do that is technically challenging, would introduce you to new people, and give you a complete break.

Sounds like cruel and unusual fething work to me.

I had a couple of days like that last spring. That blows. Feeling a bit better now that I unburdened myself to my boss about my future plans. Still not giving a ****, but now it's in a less depressed way. I think you should learn to play banjo.

Best lyric ever: "Naked as the eyes of a clown" http://www.youtube.com/watch?list=PLF4FAB4CAF478A2F0&v=CgWnzwLAo8s EDIT: That link above is a list. Not a great list tbh. Sorry I love Youtube for stuff like this gem: Post-EDIT: Saw this video of Steve Martin (!) and Earl Scruggs (!) playing Foggy Mountain breakdown.

To put this in context, we Englishers have been reflecting on the selfie in recent media.

If it makes you feel any better this topic came up at work the other day. everyone, and I mean EVERYONE had been thinking this last year has just evaporated like spilled gin.

As a compromise, can I suggest you take two white t-shirts and write 'Eternity' on one and 'Project/Pillars' on the other using the still beating heart of an elk.

I'm not clear why you need it via Steam per se. I have non-steam games setup in my steam interface just fine. For example the original Baldur's Gate.

Without being pedantic, it wasn't a funeral it was a memorial service and these events are suppose to also be about the celebration of the life of the person. So singing and laughing wouldn't be considered incongruous I hate to relinquish a good fury, but I can see your point. On the other hand ... dead guy.

Slightly discombobulated by receiving a job offer. I'm really not sure about the firm concerned, in terms of workplace culture. But They actually came back with an additional 10% on the basic for the role which is a serious signal about their honourable intentions. Hrm...

Catering corps generals don't count.

It's not rocket science. It's a ****ing funeral. I wouldn't laugh around like that if I never even met the guy.