jayseven

Aaaaaaah. Fuck you! *dead*

Got a friendly against roo tomorrow. Considering he won the top-league title two seasons ago, and that I narrowly escaped relegation this season, I hardly expect any sort of victory whatsoever. Will play a team about 90% of what I'd consider 'top strength', but I do imagine a severe thrashing is at hand. Also accepted Tales' offer for a friendly -- it made my x11 freak out and claim I had no games in the future (spazz)... But I think that friendly would be far more interesting to see!

I was hmmming and ermmming at the start of that video, but as they unveiled each game-mode I was more and more drawn in... One In A Chamber sounded excellent to me, as did the gun game - though with the latter I'm pretty sure I'll never win. Interesting if they keep it to roughly 6 players. WANT THIS GAME.

I've just skim-read this topic - even though it's probably one right up my street. - Meditation. When I close my eyes, I am immediately aware of my inner voice, streaming chatter and troubles and nonsense. At the same time my visual cortex is wildly active, summoning abstract images that it detects from the back of my eyelids. For me, sleepless nights stem from too much noise - my dreams are mostly visual and audibly numb. This may be due to my deafness, maybe a link to a part of my life before hearing aids meant that reality had a listenable quantity... I try to concentrate on the images, but not in a way where I attempt to maintain a vision, rather I 'label' what I see and let it shift and move on, move through the detritus. What I actually consider 'meditation' is where I try to actually form an image; say, I keep seeing faces in the void, I try and grab one and hold it there. I try to steer my thoughts into constructing something that I tell it to construct, rather than just being a passenger. Slowly the inner-voice silences, and I am left with interpretable images that I can later ponder on, or describe. - Lying Your eyesight accounts for roughly 90% of your sensual input. Personally, my eyesight is borderline 50%-decent, and as such I cannot actually trust what I see completely. Combined with my sense of hearing, there is a legitimate source to my infrequent paranoid thoughts and feelings. If I cannot trust what my own interpretation of reality is saying, then how can I understand what is really happening? With this in mind, I can understand far more easily the constraints of the mind, and the misinterpretations that can occur. I think this had led me, perversely, to be more understanding, my allocating the energy to follow up more than one possible 'reality' that I am experiencing. On the whole, this applies to social dynamics. If I am in a noisy, dark pub with friends I have to go by body language and pitch changes to determine what is being discussed. My brain automatically assumes that certain sounds mean certain words, when in actuality I am not hearing the words audibly formed as a whole. This leads to over-thinking and over-analysis of my situation, and puts a fair bit of strain on communication for me... ... And this is where i lose trail of my thoughts. I think too much. I have to emphasise in order to understand what is going on, which is rather autistic, and hard to cope with when my mind is not actually organised in an autistic way. I rely on others to determine my reality because my own senses are not to be trusted, and as such there is a constant battle going on inside my head. Like my sensory deprivation, these are conditions that are not readily observable, and as such it is incredibly difficult to exist in a world where most people take their reality to be all that they can see, and yet I exist as an individual within their reality who readily defies their expectations. Once people get to know me they have to accept my alternate view of reality, and thus have to question their own. For me, this weeds out those who can think deep and those who cannot, and the survivors are those that, I guess, get to be my friends. But having my friendships based upon such a twisted scheme of logic is rather stressful, and leads to whole chapters of mental chatter. TBC?

The weird 'ridge' that they have instead looks like it could do the trick, but i'd imagine it'd be as immune to wear-and-tear as the regular 'gripples' are, but I can't really speculate as to whether the ridge thing would be better or not! Wouldn't mind getting my hands on that, but ridiculous grey buttons and twisty d-pad are just... stupidiculol.

Sons of Anarchy is only next week?! Wiiiiiii! More of you should definitely watch it. In total there are 10 shows there that I'll be attempting to follow, with Fringe s02 needing to be caught-up, as well as FNL's latest season as I kinda gave up on it after about 4 episodes. I can't remember which of the new shows I was going to watch, either.

I hate shop signs on pavements. I hate shops which put their wares on display outside on teh pavement. These things create unnecessary obstacles and pedestrian mess that just adds to the irritation of walking. Walking alone, I like to speed along and just get to where I wanna be, but as mentioned earlier there are the slower-walkers who have to be in the middle of the pavement, there are teh old people riding those electronic things who think it's somehow easier for me to get out of the way, when they are, most of the time, just fat and lazy and just have to steer around me. Parents who let their kids walk into me/cycle on busy pavements. Hot girls. Seriously, there are far too many of them making me all Arrgghhhate myself. People who claim to never get hangovers. Then you're never getting drunk enough to have one. You're not some walking miracle. People who buy the sun and think it's news. People (my nan) who say one thing ("help yourself to as much of x as you want" when tehy actually mean another ("how come so much of x has gone?!"). People who spray on deodorant in areas where food is consumed. Stupid anti-smoking laws.

For the bank-holday weekend I went up to wales for a meet-up with cousins (was a day early), which ended up being rather boring because one cousin didn't show, another has two young kids and a boyfriend with a bad back and my sister is heavily pregnant... Finished The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo on the train up, then finished The Girl Who Played With Fire by sunday, and now have about 150 pages left of The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets' Nest that I'll finish tomorrow!

... That controller is pretty fail. Looks like they've removed those little grip-nipples (gripples?) for your thumbs on teh controller sticks, too, but there seems to be a more defined ridge... Ripooof.

Scoop should certainly have a hand in teh design process! -- And as for that admod scale ye made - Dan dare should be on maybe 12?

I have a 17 3 forward with the same special skillz as the one above being offered to me from youth... Worth it?

Love the idea of both having spare rooms - be damn pricey though, and once you start having kids (or 'if', if that's more comforting :P) then I bet your room'd be the first to go!

Taking personal offense to a joke not aimed at offending you personally is no reason to be angry with the person making the joke. I mean, you did a whole, what, 4 minute vid designed specifically to rip the piss out of ReZ and how did he take it? Like a joke. Yes, we all have our sensitive areas (mine's on my penislol), but I think essentially what's happening here is ULTIMATE PROOF that we like to take any tiny incident and go on and on about it, over-analysing whatever happened into some sort of ethereal, transcending moment of BLAhblahBLAH

I'd need to watch NOTLD again, but iirc the zombies in that are literally the rising dead, so there is no infection whatsoever, just dead people rising again. Referring to zombi/zombie island, I think the cause is voodoo rather than infection, as if one spell is affecting a certain area where any dead bodies there will rise again -- kinda made clear when those conquisitadors, practically skeletons, get up and roam around. The idea in many early zombie movies was to try and suggest, rather straight-forwardly, that the whatever-stage of the apocalypse had begun. Subsequent films, particularly in the last decade or two, prey off of the growing human fear of contracting disease, for example since the BSE scare and subsequent foot n' mouth, pig, bird, etc flu stuff. I guess there's just less acceptable magic in movies these days!

Yeah! I have a gander at open recycling boxes to tut and scoff at what people are consuming. Twelve take-away pizza boxes?! All-day Breakfast in a tin?! HA What sort of scum lives he--- ooh look there's some left *scrape scrape scrape*

I'd be up for leaving it 'til monday too... as I'm going to wales from tomorrow 'til monday eve to see some relatives!

Sheikah I believe we must've had 4 posts between us in a row where the other person edits their own reply before we noticed! Such is teh quiz frenzy!

I don't think I've ever invested my money, in any way, shape or form, ever. I once had a savings account when I was a kid that, after like 13 years, peaked at around £120, which I used to buy a bike for my paper-round which, after a year, and with selling my n64 (20 games) and game boy (35 games, camera, etc), I could afford a TV and a gamecube! Then I got a job at woolworths, 9 hours a week, which paid for my train tickets to go to leeds to see my girlfriend, as well as the weed and alcohol! Then the uni years which were such a waste. I hate myself. THANKS! *ciders-up*

Do you still have a room in grimsby? Some sort of shrine of Teenage Shorty? I've got one main shoebox that hasn't got much in. I've been pretty ruthless with a lot of stuff from pre-uni, but having said that I have a lot of shite from uni that needs a proper think. BTW I can't find my lucky duck!! Lawl :P Well I'm moving to my dad's next week, and his wife does it a lot (she sells truly godawful shite that nobody buys), so a car boot is going to happen... Lots of pepsi max shall be consumed! Plus I'm pretty sure I'd just roam around and buy even more shite. I'll follow the general advice and keep an eye on a few of the bids, and I'll get a few auctions up in a week's time. Cheers for the input, guys

I hate the adjective 'old'. It's too vague for me! I pretty much exist 6 months behind everyone else when it comes to books/films/games, and by the time I'm going on about how much I love a game I've just started playing, everyone else is already "shit be old, jigga". I'm not one to assume that everything old is, by default, not as good as anything can be. I instead have good faith in my belief that the past holds a great wealth of Stuff Which/That I'd Find Great. I prefer to use the word 'mature'.

Brainddead, that was! Didn't you fall asleep watching it? Yeah we must've gone over the zombie plan for our flat - we had a hidden entrance, but 3 doorways to get to our place, with two flights of metal stairs that could be removed, then it'd be a precarious climb onto our roof (easier if we attempted from an upstairs flat, I assume), then hunting around the neighbouring houses, with the ultimate plan of hooking up a zip-line to costcutters over the road :P After watching Threads I even began picturing how we'd've survived a nuke. It wasn't pretty. In both nuke and zombie scenario you can't rely on good water, particular the former, so as soon as zombies hit it's a case of trying to find as many water containers to stock up on.

Fuck it for now, the anagram one is making me doubt my sanity; 42. Uber leets; piro roadkill, tendo, apple ndib, phantasmagoria/gamecubegod/zatoichi/Fred/amillionandoneothernames, zeikfried, largo (rob), jordan, athriller. OFFHEAD! Murray; if you move the queen first then white can simply move pawn to g3. editagainofRAGE: ... and I just solved teh anagram... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Correct moves, but wrong order! Moving the bishop first means that white would be free to take black's queen! Moving the queen forces white to move out of check edit: lol editing frenzy :P OVERRIDDEN BY NINJAS!

EEVIL; the round's been opened up again - you have the correct solution! Just out of interest, what would you do if white did the other available move they have; rather than responding by moving the king out of check, white takes the knight with the pawn. I know shorty's gamerscore (as of an hour ago :P) but I wanna try and do the anagram. It's fhard.

Nolan; that's incorrect, I'm afraid! Not just looking for a check, but the move that will lead to black winning the game, beyond doubt, with an eventual checkmate by forcing white's moves. if 1 ... ne2, then 2. Qxe2, which'd leave black fuxxord