The Bard

Battlefield Heroes, Quake Live are a couple of good browser based ones. Other than that, yeah Steam has some, especially Alien Swarm, which is just fantastic. They're making Company of Heroes free to play soon, which is ridiculous, and great, since its one of the best games ever made.

I have bought this game. Now I'm gonna need someone to be my Sensei.

This sucks the undigested sugar puffs from goatse's asssss.

I don't think very much, at least not in a very structured way. I tend to day dream a hell of a lot, which I think is probably the source of much of my oddness. I like to think I'm pretty smart though, and that usually comes out when someone pisses me off =p.

Daft, if you're a regular goer like we are, it gets pretty difficult to know when you're worn out because you're rearing for that daily dose of serotonin and dopamine. I think you get an inkling when you start working out though, if you feel a little achey, or if you can only manage sets with a lower amount of reps than normal. Give it a break once in a while yo . Just ran. I found my perfect tracklisting for it too, keeps me going without glancing at the timer, which I find helps me not get bummed out at how much longer I have to go before I deem it ok to stop; Chemical Bros - Under the Influence Chemical Bros - Block Rockin' Beats Hudson Mohawke - FUSE Sebastian - Walking Machine Hudson Mohawke - No One Could Ever Yeasayer - Ambling Alp. Before I know it, thats 30 mins down and I feel great .

They don't have to be, but inevitably you'd want them to be, right?

Nobody in my family has gone bald, and that includes my extended family. One of the few perks of my mainly borked genetics. But, if I was going bald, I'd be sure and shave it all asap; male pattern balding is not flattering.

I've been laying off the weights recently, and just been running everyday for 20 minutes, with the incline set to 6.0 and the speed at 10km/h. The sense of contentment and well-being after a weeks worth of running is amazing. Think I'm gonna keep with it, until my new batch of pwoooootein arrives, at which point I'll add a short cardio sesh to the end of my weight training. Going to try to maintain my 80kg weight, while losing a bit of fat, getting a bit chubby, since I eat a lot of red meat and oily fish. I'm good for Strength, I can bench my body weight, which is where I want to keep it, rather than getting oversized, although I think my legs could use some work.

Yeah, I get them. It's not as big a deal for me though, since I'm not in fear of mistaking a mosquito bite for my scrotum.

Nah, I'm watching the Trekkies documentary. Trek fans are like Scientologists.

That's because the borg doesn't experience emotions, bro.

Yeah, the Phoenix Wright series has some great music, as far as videogames go. Definitely one of my favourite series on the DS, unfortunately, Ace Attorney Investigations is pretty lacking on this front. I've been playing for 6 years, might put up some ridiculous game themes on here.

I actually really like Banana cake, but my favourite has to be Chocolate sponge.

Tell me about it. Not literally, but, my second month at uni was just the most miserable story of rejection by this girl that I had been pining for since I met her...a week before. Turns out she's mega religious. Jesus is such a cockblocker.

Nice Phoenix Wright Cover.

I really want this, just because its Starcraft, but I prefer the RTS style that Relic has propagated. A bit more thoughtful and not about just dirt farming and building a huge army and sending it forth with crushing power. Screw it, I'm just gonna go right back to Company of Heroes

Sweet photos Eenuh =D.

Actually, I'm not sure if it's considered a strictly Ghibli production, but Castle of Cagliostro has to be one of the best. I think I'm gonna watch that after Only Yesterday. YES! Ghibli niiight.

I'm gonna watch Only Yesterday tonight. It's not close to the studios best output, but I've never seen anything like it from a studio that deals in animated features. Quite special. My favourite has to be between Grave and Totoro, because it's the basis on which I decide the extent of my friendship with someone. If they don't love em, they gotta go =p.

Mine cart bit? You mean with the two weights obstructing the pathway which you need to raise by hanging off the pulley system they're attached to? Yeah, that shit was easy yo =p.

I'm 5'11, and I weigh 82kg. My mum says I'm short. My girlfriend calls me tubby. I crai.

In as much as everything needs a point of reference to be fully understood, this years N-E meet shares associations with Jesus and sliced bread. I got up at 5am on Sat and took the train down from Manchester, arriving at the Park at about 10am and then proceeded to amble around, slightly bewildered by the presence of sweaty men in one-piece leotards, not managing to locate the Cockpit for about an hour since it all looked a bit different. Sat there waiting for the Rezzing for an hour, while I prepared mentally for the devastation that was about to occur by reading Cormack McCarthy's The Road, when I see ReZ in his purple shirt standing in a very Meercat-esque poise scouting for me along with Jimbob and Goafer. And so it began... People arrived one by one, and we played a game of "Consequences," which of course, with a bunch of drunken internet forumers, just turned into a chronological mess. A hilarious one filled with boob jokes and nerdy internet references. Me and Debug then went to the sainsbury's with the heartily applaudable intent to deplete the local alcohol supply between us, and upon our return we spotted Flinky and Eenuh. Flink and I looked at each other, took a couple of steps forward with the intent to share a very manly bro-hug - in the absence of any climbable trees to launch myself upon him from - which ended in him lifting me off teh ground, and me cupping my legs around his manly torso, in what was perhaps the most sensual moment of my life. Slowly but surely, throughout the next hour or so, Mollz0r arrived, with a bottle of what smelt like Johnson's baby shampoo and tasted like liquid candy - except with alcohol woo. Mol apparently shocked by my lack of rage at everything =p. Memories of the rest of the day are a tale of one awesome scene after another, melded and blurred, since I consumed 10 cans of beer by the time we left the park. Chatted to Molly about Manch, and everything else while we left, and then ranting about Adorno and his rampant misanthropy with Daft, while planning to go to Parkour lessons together =D. Ended up at Trocadero, where I drunkenly stole some very conspicuous looking glasses and tried to plant them on various people, got my ass kicked at Virtua Soccer by Flinkzor, who clearly has some sort of extra sensory interface with anything football associated =p. Also, I feel the need to address Jay's clearly libellous statement regarding my Street Fighter proficiency, which is just flat out balls yo. The arcade stick was bust as all hell. That machine is from 1998 . Ended up in Chinatown where we ordered some food, and everyone walked to Trafalgar square, while I met my mate, after which we moved to the pub and continued to consume moar alcohol. Somewhere along the way ReZ and the gang staying at the hotel disappeared without goodbyes which was =(. But we soldiered on. Inevitably, bell rand for last orders, and I guess it was then that we decided to call it a day. A massively awesome day full of kick ass. Goodbyes were spirited, which is always great, since everyone comes to these kinda meets with a tentative attitude. Everyone was fucking cool, and I hope to meet y'all again sometime. Jay, my friend and I decided the night wasn't over by a long stretch though, so we bought a large bottle of rum and went over to his place. Turned out that rambling on about intellectual abstractions and epistemic concerns from the late 19th century was a shared interest. It was awesome. And then I cried, and slept after far too much alcohol.

Fuck yes! Awesome idea. I think this thread can be a democracy to some extent, but ultimately requires a panel of jurors with the ability to sway the vote. People who don't like shite. Unless its Starship Troopers. That's gooooood shite. Actually I've really wanted to see Mulholland Drive for a while now. Started watching it once, but something came up.

Its cool. I also don't mind when she calls out my dad's name during sex.