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I heard Harry Redknapp has been linked with Emo Blades now that they have a managerial vacancy...

I used to live in Africa, and my dad still does, so whenever i go to visit him, I get reminded of the poverty and inequality that exists between the two halves of our world. Because of this, i do experience this 'guilt', although it doesn't keep me awake at night. It does though cause me to donate money to alieviate my guilt, something which i do fairly often, either through causes like Red Nose Day, or Kiva.org. I also give money to Water Aid once a month. I don't give money to Oxfam, as i think that they aren't particularly effective at helping poverty, as they have grown to have too many overheads, and aren't the most efficient way of tackling the problem. Schemes like Kiva seem a good way of helping, as you are (via a middle man) giving money directly to people in these countries, who then stimulate their own economy by running their businesses and paying the money back to you (which you can then give to someone else etc). I know all the cons of a system like this (it would be better without the middle man obviously) but this is better than nothing.

What does autosacked mean?

My whole life is a lie.

Ah yes, i knew i'd seen someone shaving with their fingers in something, but i assumed it probably wasn't Supes. That just looks ridiculous though. Does he have super sharp finger nails then? Or just strong nails and weak hair (but strong skin). Bizarre.

Did not expect this to be the answer to that question...

I agree about tuth but how else would you say tongue. Tell me you don't say 'tong'. That would just be ridiculous. EDIT: The Lonely Island's take on YOLO

By all means go into a shop to try out the phones, but don't take advice from them. Like you say they'll just want to sell you the most expensive one, or peddle you some crappy phone that comes with a free tv that you don't want but end up paying for in increased monthly payments.

Checking emails, Facebook and websites will never send you over unless you are using it for many hours in a day, every day. I'm only in the internet for an hour per day when i'm on the bus, and the rest I'm either on wifi or my laptop. You should be fine. If you've an android phone you can set up a limit to cut your Internet out when you near your maximum (and possibly get an app to do it on an iphone), so you can browse without worrying about extra charges.

Aaw, I was this close to putting money on Djokovic...never mind.

Yes but what does your hedgehog look like?

I still get mixed up between Razz, Dazz and Rizz(lygloves). Are they all the same person? Edit: which brings me to something that just doesn't happen with real life friends, they don't just change their screen name and you have no idea where they went...

To be fair, Roger was quite busy today over on Australia. A nice consolation for him to win that.

Fixed that for you. :awesome:

People who don't queue at busstops. I don't expect there to be an actual physical queue, but i expect that when the bus turns up, everyone should have a mental map of who got to the bus stop before them, and they should get on first. Arseholes who rock up just as the bus gets there and waltz on first should be made to eat glue. Actually queueing for the bus is quite an old fashioned thing to do nowadays, but i've seen loads of old people doing it. Once, when i was waiting for the G1 (Geriatric 1 we call it) there was a fairly nice orderly queue lined up. When the bus arrived, it over shot, so that the door was level with the back of the queue. The door opened, and the driver yelled to get on quickly, because she was late. But the whoooooooole queue just took one step back, and waited for this incredibly old woman with a zimmer, who had been at the front of the queue, to dodder her way to the door and climb on slowly, without saying a word. It was glorious.

Do you all remember when Eevil started leaving messages for someone (was it Mr Odwin) near the beef jerky in the supermarket where he worked. I remeber thinking that it was amazing that two 'online' people had almost made contact in the outside world.

Thought i would update this, because you guys deserve to know how this turned out. So the SSD arrived, and it mounted perfectly in the optical drive bay. Copied my Windows partition over to it and realigned using Gparted (following the link above). All went more or less swimmingly. Had to then download and make a Window 7 recovery USB (due to me not having a CD drive any more) and boot from that to fix the Windows SSD that now wouldn't recognise itself at a bootable drive. That done i had to fiddle around a bit, as it would keep booting from my HDD even though it was lower in the boot order. In the end i had to remove it from the boot order completely and choose the SSD one manually when starting up (hopefully i'll sort that out later). The result? An incredibly slow version of Windows 7 running off my SSD, with all the shortcuts etc trying to open off my HDD. Excellent. The PATA/IDE connection really is too slow to run a SSD through, it ends up being (twice) slower than the original HDD running through a SATA. But....it does work! So when I get home and have access to a screwdriver, i might switch them around and see what that does. Then i just have to go through and update everything so that it reads off the SSD instead of the HDD and then finally i can delete the stuff off my HDD and use it as a filedump. Woop!

I would label you as 'Trampcore Self-esteemo' personally.

Do you and Flink have some sort of bet going on as to who can create the most threads? (You're winning) :P I fiercely separate my online and offline friends, to the point that if ever the two should meet, i would have to kill all of us. Let us hope that doesn't happen.

Good game, good game @DuD. Close match! 5-4!

I was going to comment on how hairy his arms were, but then i realised that he's Superman. How the hell does he shave? Isn't there a scene in Superman Returns where he has to pluck his own head hair (or something) because its too strong for the doctors to take a sample. Surely razors would blunt and snap on his super hairyness? Shouldn't he be full-bearded all the time? Unless he has a Kryptonite razor...

Yeah i've never played grifball, but it should be a laugh. @Rummy sorry about my general terribleness last night - I stopped being so cautious (like i was in my first two games) and just started trying out some of the new guns and stuff. Hence i failed a lot and we lost. Hope your friends weren't too annoyed at me :p You should have seen me after you left though, i got even worse. Tried out a Banshee on Valhalla (or whatever it's called now) and forgot how to pilot it. Accidentally hopped out whilst in the air, and landed between these two enemy guys. They actually looked surprised as to where i came from (dropping out of the skies) and then presumably pissed themselves laughing when a Banshee dropped on my head a killed me. Starting to get into the game a bit more though. The way the loadout things work, do some higher level people actually spawn with rocket launchers then? That seems a tad unfair? I realise that you can just level up and do it yourself, but then everyone would end up with rocket launchers and it gets a bit silly no?

I'm sure it'll be good. How hard can it be to make a good film in the Star Wars universe. Any semi-competent director could probably do it.

You have a much more miserly defence. I'm sure you'll win.

Yeah it's generally the most uninteresting people who end up trying to define themselves by wearing a ridiculous 'cool' hat etc. Presumably they think it makes them more interesting. People who dress 'unique' are always going to be fairly standardised, as they'll usually be buying their clothes/accessories from a high street shop and will therefore just be wearing the fashion of the moment. Even if they try really hard and wear stuff from tiny boutiques etc they'll still look fairly normal and non-unique. The only people who will end up looking truly unique are the ones who start wearing completely ridiculous non-clothes like bin-bags and bits of rubbish; basically mad people. You see one of them walking down the street and you'll think - 'well that's new.'