jayseven

I can rename the thread but perhaps it's nicer to have chapters to all this. One of you should feel free to make a new thread for the new year. I'll lock this one after that.

Plus Typing of teh Dead is a fucking fantastic game. Tongue-in-cheek all the way.

It's funny. Normally people's noses get redder the more they drink.

Had a glorious day of little-to-no hangover, a spontaneous walk with my mother which was sweet, and rented Mad Men season 4 to burn through some cider with. Chessing in between episodes (and reading my housemate's diary that ellmeister linked in the funny thread).

Wait what there's a japanese 'original' for Girl With The Dragon Tattoo?

Happy new year guys! Had a grand one. Started with pizza and Skyfall, then pub, then took two mates to my dad's for a few wines, then cab to a party that I kinnndaa invited myself to (along with my +2) -- the place was proper swanky and in a really nice part of town (to anyone who knows; Dyke Road!) - there was a swimming pool and everything. An hour after we arrived the party-throwers started getting really pedantic about who was allowed in. The usual thing where tehre are 40 people on the guest list and they all bring a crowd. Ultimately the night was a success! My drinking was very slow so I'm home and sober. One of my mates, who just broke off a 10-year relationship and needed a decent night out, was excellent at mingling. My other friend weas, frankly, an embarassment and just displayed no tact whatsoever. But I had a really nice time and managed to not get shitfaced! Hoorah!

I, too, am joining the 7-year-itch club. I have to hasten to add the "on and off" tag to that, for it's not been straight-forward. She's been keeping me at arm's length for months now, thinking I'd break it off. It's actually her inaction and non-commital approach that has pushed me into the decision. I feel the same as I have done for months now. Grievously aggrieved. And now the gavel has sounded! As I said to a friend, I'd love to say I'm going to be playing the field now, but I can't see the field and my horse is too ill to get me there, so I'll lament and stew in my vegetating waters. Still, a rather grand excuse to drink to excess tomorrow night, eh?

Gotten better at chess but still need to expand my repertoire. Stopped smoking! ...But I've dabbled since I've come back so I've promised myself no more come the new year. Carpentry almost happened but then I realised I'd really, really suck at it. Technically got fitter, but also got fatter, so I need to amend that. My resolution will be to try and write more stuff. I've written scant amounts, and I think that I have a lot to say and not enough people listening.

Fuck not having an electronic form of money. Fuck not checking the forums before I was in town. P.S. fuck not having my xbox with me, anyway!

I watched a few films on the plane;

@Oxigen_Waste perhaps your upper-middle-class-working-class-medium-rare family feel that they disperse enough of their income amongst their seedlings that they need not reiterate their "love" for you during festive seasons? I'm speaking as someone from, as I'm increasingly aware, a lower class background. This is the time when struggling families with low-to-none income try to compensate and over-gift their children with vague semblances of compassion. Entire streets of dole-seekers and weekend-staff and young-mums will force their family to eat a single loaf of bread for a month if it means their child can have a tracy island or a cabbage patch doll or a gogo hamster or whatever will temporarily bequeath their sprogs with the notion that they are just as loved as everyone else's children. A child who gets nothing all-year will savour xmas and birthday for these monetary-based days. It's not about family gatherings. It's about finally, finally getting stuff!! ... As a consequence I do, as an adult, overspend and over-indulge. I'm 25 and technically jobless and I've spent hundreds on presents. My brother-in-law gave me a wallet for xmas and I gave him a wallet, chocolates and a mint plant. He's just bought a house. This probably says a lot more about me than my country... but then again we should be aware that the philosophy of the self is a vastly different beast to the philosophy of the society.

What the hell did moogle post?! I just get 404... Happy birthday to you birthday peeps for that day that happened already! I met retro once and he was quiet, yet stern. I saw a picture of ramar once and he looked like he could beat me up then cook me into a mean stir fry.

LATE HUGS FOR @Platty!

Low chaos/etc first makes the high chaos/etc run much easier -- going the other way may make the low chaos run seem far more difficult than it actually is, due to getting used to having more options at your disposal. Having said that, simply playing through and deciding what to do on a case-by-case basis will give you more enjoyment/immersion in the world, I think. I also recommend feeling free to save/reload whenever you want. If you play a low chaos/etc run then your pacing of the game will fit the pacing of the loading times!

Club 2 obviously, and skip driving there and walk it and you'll do more exercise, save on petrol! Having the access to other facilities gives you opportunity, which is worth the money.

Hopefully your direct superiors will have noticed, though! And if you keep doing great things like this then you will get what you deserve.

Ah yes that bit -- there's only two (three?) in there, and you can get them with the sleep darts on the crossbow before they spot you. The trickiest mission is the Flooded District. There's a bit where there are no weepers in sight and some wooden planks crossing an archway. What actually happens is that as soon as you break the wooden planks some weepers hanging out up the road next to the archway start heading your way, and won't reach you 'til you're through the archway and about to drop down into the next section. Took me ages to figure out why the fuck I was getting spotted here.

Remind me of the specific bit? Sleep-darts are your friends, and if you keep a good distance they're typically not very good at spotting you quickly -- I found they do turn to investigate noise but they turn slowly.

Why, afraid they might synchronise their periods or something? LAWLOASLOLAWLOLOL! Laughing along, while leaning on a small lump of lumber amidst whole loads of leering old leprechauns.

Too much sadness and depression in this thread. CHRISTMASLY SCENTED HUGS FOR EVERYONE* *Limited time only while stocks last sizes vary serving suggestion always read the label actual in-game footage does exactly what it says on the tin excludes ROI this does not affect your statutory rights as a percentage of your GDA may include rough sketches of peanuts

Parmesan* Parma is a place in Italy and ~esan means "of~" so cheese 'of parma'. Shares root meaning with "~ese", "~aise" so bolognese is "of bologna." I'm fairly sure there's got to be some root similarities with how we say "asian" or "european" too. Of course, Germany goes with er (hamburger, berliner... Ok so I don't know many more off the top of my head!) I'm sure this is all known I just felt a tangent coming on. Plus this is at least the 4th time today I've corrected someone so I'm obviously on a Gramma Nazi Spree.

She doesn't know who Veronica Mars is! That's the true tragedy of the tale.

I changed my aussie dollars up yesterday, unfortunately they only had... twenty £50 notes. The rest was in £20s though. :P

Just to let you know it's "catastrophic" -- I know english isn't your first language and I hope you don't mind me pointing it out : peace: my girlfriend was all excited when I said I'd go on a run with her, but she quickly got frustrated with my ineptitude. I have to say that it did certainly contribute to me not bothering to go for another run :P

Christmas cards and wrapping paper are the two things I forget at christmas. I want to say it's accidental, but truthfully both things are a waste of trreeeeeess! ... I concur with Jav's statement; christmas cards with messages in are far better. Just getting a card with "to... from..." is so very lame. I always feel obliged to hang onto it for x days before throwing it in the recycling. As a kid, of course, I hoarded them all for years.