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Can I just draw your attention to the following comic, Retro: "Definitely" Thank you.

Congratulations, I hope you've got something special planned that you can beat her over the head with (metaphorically speaking) in the future when you inevitably forget the date of your marriage!

I wish I'd kept the damn receipt...

Maths debating. Nothing better coming back after a hard day's work and then arguing with an idiot about where the hypotenuse is.* *with that statement, I have exhausted my entire mathematics based vocabulary.

I remember the time before the Internet: I had almost no idea what that thing that begins with "m" and rhymes with tasturbating was. Now? Oh boy...

I remember when all this was fields of unfarmed code, furrows upon furrows of fresh HTML and pretty little link-sprouts.

Everybody Have Fun Tonight! Everybody Wang Chung Tonight! ... *ahem* I believe I said "Everybody Wang Chung Tonight!" I swear if everybody doesn't Wang Chung, there will be tears before bedtime.

The days of 16-bit gaming. Games were so much harder back then, and a lot cheaper too. £7.99 would get you a budget game for the ST and you would get every penny out of that constantly starting from point zero every time you put the floppy back in. It was horrible in a way, but I miss the days when games used to consistently kick your ass nine ways from Fridays, and there was no help coming. No gamefaqs, no IGN, just expensive magazines with occasional walkthroughs that were of limited help because there were points in the game that relied on you getting your timing exactly right and if you didn't get it, back to the beginning. Horrible, horrible way to play games, terribly long loading times on unreliable machines that crashed as often as worked, bafflingly difficult end-of-level guardians that seemed to exist solely to make you cry out with rage... ...but then there were the games that were just awesome all bottled up in 3.5" of plasticated fun. Games like Space Crusade that taught you the meaning of squad management, sacrifice of useless chaff and the importance of trapping dreadnoughts in doors. Obliterator with its myriad of weird enemies, some of which you just couldn't kill because they were designed to be frustratingly invulnerable, then that nail biting ten-minute countdown to get back to the escape pod that left absolutely no margin for error. Wiz kid, a game that I loved to death but never completed because I couldn't find all the kittens - that game had hours of hidden depth and pages of ridiculous humour that you just don't find nowadays. In short, I miss the 16-bit home computer era: it was shit.

Woah. If you need anything, let us know.

Indifference is endemic - I asked my wife what she would do if she heard someone in the apartment next door being murdered: "nothing" Domestic violence? "not our business." You can't interfere in other people's affairs, or call them a liar. Which makes me wonder how the police work here. "Sir, you were clocked doing 110 in a 80 zone. " "no, no I wasn't." "shit, Hongjun, he just said he didn't do it...erm... What do we do? Shall we just let him go? Ok, off you go." Of course, it's not that simple, but you get the picture.

Yue Yue has died. Terrible really, there were twenty criminals in this crime - two drivers and 18 soulless pieces of shit. But only one victim and one hero. The victim is now dead, the hero has fled due to the wagging of wicked tongues possessed by those without the courage to perform the same act of humanity as she.

If they MUST do another one,please make it possible to see who is who. Also, no Peter Cullen = no.

Murr, meet the 50 Cent party: people who are paid by the government to actively discourage independent thought, derail anti-CCP discussions by ANY means necessary and turn any potentially negative story about China into either an attempt by the West to smear Chna or an attempt by the named individual to step out of their CCP ordained place. You have no idea about these people, really.

You couldn't possibly cut a live dog in half on screen and use it for target practice while wearing pink polka-dotted bondage gear! Oh! They did it! That must make it good. No. It was a cynical ploy by the marketing people that backfired on their stupid asses: kids stayed away from the film because of the trauma, the film itself had an unremarkable plot, and all the emotional investment in the characters was callously discarded in about five minutes. Imagine if they did that in Star Trek, or Battlestar Galactica: suddenly kill off everyone you loved and introduced a bunch of "who?" characters in order to make an extra buck on t-shirt sales. When Spock died in the Wrath of Khan it was a deep, terrifying and heart-wrenching moment of self-sacrifice with emotional resonance. When Ellen Tigh was poisoned, you felt the pain of Saul, you knew is love for her, felt the terrible choice he had to make. In Transformers: The Movie, a bunch of greedy corporate buttmunchers decided the Market needed a kick in the pants, so they killed Ironhide, Brawn, Wheeljack...mostly off-screen and without any consideration for the audience or the people were buying their products. It was empty. Pointless. A cheap way of making more money that backfired when the film bombed. That's not to say I didn't enjoy the film, the art was brilliant, it had a great soundtrack and Unicron was an incredibly inventive enemy. But the rest... All the death was just so Valueless.

http://the-diplomat.com/china-power/2011/09/13/the-poison-of-guanxi/ My article pretty muc sums it up. Caring can get you sued, hurt or both. China is a fractured society.

BUT THEN THEY KILLED OPTIMUS PRIME! Heartless, soulless EMPTY attempt to cash in by making more toys. I hope the people who ok'd that horrible, pointless death have some kind of horrific genital dysfunction for the rest of their sad, miserable lives.

Important Notice N-Europe forum user "flameboy" has officially been disqualified from the human race for suggesting that any film featuring the death of Beloved Optimus Prime and the emergence of Big Crappy Emo Rodimus Prime is "awesome". Please pass on to all agencies. Thank you.

Rule 34 there again I see... Gay Pride starts here next week and there are a couple of Halloween parties at the end of the week, but I'm not sure if I can be bothed to dress up - I don't want to be the one asshole covered head-to-toe in an Iron Man costume when the rest of the world is divided into buys covered in fake blood pretending to be vampires or zombies and girls dressed in black miniskirts saying they're vampires. Or the honest among them just saying they're sluts.

No. I mean, no. Sorry, what I meant to say was no

I'm in shock! Hooray! You're not as stupid as you look! Everything is redeemed! Yay! In my defence, you do look pretty stupid, so what else was I supposed to think?

I've always been completely indifferent to the character - except in The Ultimates, so I know where you're coming from. He's too powerful to be interesting at times. That said, I enjoyed the film on the plane when I watched it. Okay, so it wasn't exactly Shakespeare, but it was fun enough. :P please tell me someone understands the reference...

Who hadn't been where? Jordan? He broke up with Letty and left. ... I'm sorry, what is actually going on?

Absolutely. They can also to be flammable. Particularly to butcher's shops.

Are you kidding me? It was like watching a fat man fall down in slow motion onto a rattlesnake - tragically hilarious.