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Sorry noodle, but library/friend that shit. I need this back in my life to look forward to... :'(

c'mon bishers

Yeah, well, like invite me up on a weekend to yours for a haircut celebration, or something... I seem to have mine cut roughly once every year, though this time I think my last cut was in 2009... but it's basically shoulder-length. Too long. Landlord came round. Wrote him a cheque for £300. Seriously no idea if i even have that in my account. He said to post-date it a few days, and that he'd not cash it 'til i gave the nod -- so I thought today was teh 2nd and put 5th down. Shit.

Spambot -- you've seen her nipple already?! My day = shit. Work was shit. I hate it when one person stands at the ticket machine handing them out rather than picking them themselves. Stupid argos lingo. Stupid minimum wage. Stupid new manager. Stupid everything. I come home to have a housemate say "so you noticed teh house is all tidy now, eh?" -- yes, thanks very much for cleaning up after yourselves. But the bathroom is still a swamp. Obv. I'm living with a bunch of apes that don't actually respect me, so I said nothing of the sort. I just feel massively underappreciated, overlooked and unwanted everywhere I go. Combine that with rent, bills and now the £900 uni wants me to pay, I feel shit. But I have lots of cider, and two games arrived in the post, so I'm just going to drink into a hole and stay in my room until I crack. Good samaritans are only a few doors down so it won't be a long fit/crawl for help. And I need a haircut badly.

Fringe s01 e01-06 Yeah, I just wanted to say I see you, Mr. Observer, I see you in lots of episodes. So there.

SOoo... I'm totally 20g away from completing Condemned. The gay thing is that the achievement I need is the one for 'finding' all fire-arms. Y'see, I already have the achievement for finding all fire-arms and melee weapons, so it just kinda bugs me that the game is stupid/they didn't describe their achievements properly. I think that I'm supposed to kill with each gun. As far as I'm aware I only need to do so with the sawn-off and the revolver. I know sometimes I'm fortunate enough to get a revolver at the end of one of the campaigns (if the hobo fighting the gun-hobo steals his gun before hopping the fence), and a sawn-off can be found in the library... but does anyone (skunky?) know of a single level to find both in, to save me time? And why the fuck are there only 970 points to be earned with this game?! What madness is that!

Wicked :P That's three of us so far, innit.

Will do! Turns out I really did only watch the first part of the film :P After I'm done with The Dark Tower series (by xmas!) I'm gearing up to get the rest of the King's stuff done. Might start with The Cell (Cellular? I forget the title, if I'm honest) before hitting up It, then going the ol' chronological route.

Anyone can draw a picture, but only the best are worthy of being called 'art'. I don't think anyone here is under false pretences of how good they are, and if anything the self-aware prefixed "this'll be shit" only confirms this; but the whole point is that any poem can convey a meaning. With amateur stuff like this thread the reader is either going to go "ok, I get what you're saying, but it's not clever enough" or "yeah, I have no idea what you're trying to put across". Either way, criticism can help the poster to try and construct something better with time. We're not here to make masterpieces. As you have sorta said - it's much harder to find the effort to actually respond directly to a poem - but any effort you make will no doubt be felt greatly. ReZ; I plan on giving everything a proper read/crit before the week's out

Just found out I totally missed a shift at work. Fuuuuuck... They didn't even call me. It was an 8-hour one too, so, uh... Feck. Was going to go in tomorrow and ask for a few days off in a fortnight. How the fuck did I forget. Whatwhatwhathwathwaaaaaaahwha.... I think I realised I had work when I woke up... but it all... slipped away. Fuck.

We did get some mail today so I guess shorty is right Not sure about that email, to be honest! Sounds rather oxymoronic. Best bet is to call up your local store to check if you really have a reservation or not, I suppose...

Lol - I placed the order on sunday, and it's been a while (january!) since I ordered from play. I also didn't realise it was a postal strike this week again, so, uh, yeah. Morefailz. Looks like I'm stuck playing Condemned and Hitman (THP8 is gay)

Not sure. That bird just flew into the window (sure it was a crow? I think I recall someone saying it, too) whereas the black-out birds all just... dropped dead. Surely what's more illogical is that there are any crows left to fly into windows.

Chairdriver; lol! That's... mental. Maybe you have a dangerously powerful imagination? Eenuh; man in a boot?! How far did you drive? I'm currently waiting for the POST. play.com says tehy posted 4 of my games yesterday so surely they'll arrive today, right? RIGHT?! "Delivery usually takes 3-5 working days from posted date" -- they posted it yesterday. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo... Fuck. My day. Is. Ruined. Damn.

Woahwoahwoah -- Escape from NY is a complete classic! Damn you.

Daft; I love that you, too, see teh semblance of fireworks and broken glass, and I like the efforts you make towards portraying the smokey atmosphere. That's one of the main things about bonfires night taht I didn't really achieve at all -- the encompassing smoke. I also like how you mention the waiting. I had forgotten how often that is a part of the celebrations - and I find it a quintessentially british element, where we hold palaver at the typically ill-planned moments of nothing. Despite your spelling mistake of 'crowd' (yes, I believe we should be allowed to pick on such things). I question the necessity of "I am stranger" - while the line envokes interesting thoughts, it isn't necessary. That's the limits to my crit, as I, too, am tired of writing. Molly; I do like your like a lot - it's both very keyed in to a particular aspect of the celebration yet also ambiguous enough to maintain interest. If I were to ask you from what perspective you were writing it, how would you respond? Perhaps as an alien, would they really question why they were there? Or, perhaps, that question is baringly rhetoric. I know not. All I know is I am approaching my zenith of cider-in-take, and thus my vocabulary has expounded enough to make such fun posts as this.

from the Big Event Thing? Well a little village in africa didn't have aeroplanes flying around, or cars with people behind the wheel, or shit like that.

Mundi; if we're both getting the game around the same time, wanna tag-up online? I must warn you I don't really like headsets because I can't hear them too well, but I can give it a blast.

From the picture you posted I thought the bump in the 'coaster held meaning, too, but I do like your insight. I don't really want to make my own comments on the piece without seeing it (I didn't realise it went into a wall, for example).

It seems to me (I, who hasn't even played the demo :P) that they're making the game a little... easier? Am I wrong to think this? The main challenge is always in the versus, anyway. I think a bunch of us should play versus on the first night before we've played it solo - could be good!

Been playing Condemned alot today, and I know Skunky loves it, but I just find it more frustrating than anything. Trying to get all birds/metal pieces, and I just did level 7 (or 8? One in the library) and I know I got all birds... but because I died after one of them I forgot to pick it up. Sigh. One time I was about to jump in this dumpster, the game saved me a new checkpoint then I died, only to continuously be brought back with two hobos behind me while I have one hit's worth of health and a shotgun outta ammo, one hit away from breaking. Must've taken me about a dozen (or two) attempts to get through that bit. Gay. I just find the block/hit combat system a bit too unreliable. If it was smoother and more rock/paper/scissors with what your opponent was doing (rather than 'hit them, walk back a bit, wait a bit, hit them again, snore, snore) then it would be more challenging, and less... unlucky. The story is sorta-intersting, and the freaky bits (mannequins!) are fairly freaky, but I do feel like I'm playing this purely to finish it. Though the achievements may make mre re-play it again. I'm expecting Dead Space and Alone In The Dark to arrive tomorrow. They'll fit in well with Condemned and F.E.A.R. as my 'games I shouldn't be playing at 3am'. I expect Borderlands and GTA Episodes and Fallout 3 GOTY to arrive weds. Yum. Almost work waking up early for!

I wish I'd kept some sort of note about the pictures I've enjoyed. I nearly burst my head open just trying to remember the artists I copied during my a-level art course (i.e. a direct copy of one of their pieces then my own version of their style...) Paj; that Emin rollercoaster piece is really, really cool. I've understood/heard very little of the pros/cons of her, but from what I've seen I prefer her to other modern brit artists like Hirst; he seems to be more provokative than challenging, if you know what I mean?

I wrote two versions; one is... er... from some alternate-reality type person. I have no idea. The second is as if a pirate saw the 5th november typicalities (except, with both dudes, they have no idea of what a firework is, duh. That's teh biggest flaw I guess). Rez; I've not read all yours yet, but I will, given time. DudeDazz; tbh you should put that in the NaNoWriMo thread rather than this one. You have an interesting idea and it'll be good to see where it goes. Prose The lights shoot up through the velvet canvas of a sky at great speeds, singing and wailing like fowl wind through closely knit tree-arms, until they shatter like a fine glass - only instead of a soft, brittle sound they roar and stomp as they fountain down, disappearing before they hit the ground. They appear to converse to one another in rhythms and colours indecipherable, and some of them splinter into smaller versions of themselves quick and regular, to a sound like laughter. The ground-bourn versions are akin to a shard of what must be their elders that shriek above; only these are held by the children. They, too, are in a chattered motion; peppered laughter as the children chase away the cold, casting spell-like shapes to the moon and the stars with their bright wands. The sound is less brutal than that of the kindred sky-bourn lights; akin to the delicate fizz of fallen leaves. There appears to be a solemn adult, placed atop a furnace of flame, yet without noise of pain or hurt. There are crowds of cheers surrounding him, reflecting the streaming lights above with choruses of long, grand vowels. Poem Them lights that fill the sky remind ol’ me Of treacherous bounties to be had at sea Yonder canvas of black burps odours acrid, Though the displays seem a’most sacred. The sky yet filled with beacons of lighted speed Feeding off the ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ with greed, Wailing like fowl concubines of lore That lead seamen to their deaths off-shore. They be like cannon-blasts, echoing loud Instead sounding like glass shattered proud. Fine panes that do twinkle, and fall with mirth With smaller shards that laugh upon their birth As the pieces fall like a whale’s fanned spit. Yet little kiddies with gleeful spir’t Charge about with little candles lit Casting their spells in shapes without wit Though sounding not like their skyward kin; These toy-crackers emit a joyful din Like a faint wave cresting ag’inst our ship They laugh like parrots, do these wee nips. While their elders are mocking indeed As they burn a wee man, who they have decreed A plotter! High treason! T’is their ‘walk the plank With cheers into darkness, they drank, they drank. Too much fire without water, these are dangers indeed I think I best stick with ‘a pirate’s life for me.’

"outer layer of guard hairs, which appear white to tan but are actually transparent" (wiki) Well I dunno about you, but when describing someone's appearance I tend to go by how they appear to me. Not to mention the same article goes on to say; "The white coat usually yellows with age." So, uh, y'know.

Yeah sunday deadline, and yeah no limit. Can be a succinct and witty one-liner if you have it in you