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  <title>Despondent eyes of sorrow</title>
  <subtitle>enhörning</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-06-20T14:24:30Z</updated>
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    <title>Cthulhu ... dancing ?</title>
    <published>2008-06-20T14:21:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T14:24:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Somebody decided to create a Cthulhu copy for Spore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and for a whole bunch of other Cthulhu mythos monsters remade in Spore, see &lt;a href="http://boardgamegeek.com/geeklist/32452"&gt;http://boardgamegeek.com/geeklist/32452&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>... summer ...</title>
    <published>2008-05-31T16:44:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-31T16:44:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's stinking awful hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bloody annoying sun shines all the bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No snow in sight anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely any dark hours to speak of any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away this sodding summer, put it up against the wall and load your rifles.  I never want to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise summer.  I loathe it with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me nice cold days.  -10 to -25 degrees centigrade would be welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me dark mornings and evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away this awful summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I don't even have my Amelia here to console me :(</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2008-04-23T04:17:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T02:24:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T02:24:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Arden mena lavid sui.  Degamen da bina advi mena.  Bandi la, dela megata, dela saryn.  Ybarin erovire sadina.  Sui dent mareni banyr da garind alen harebo.  Garind, garinari, garind sui!  Bedago lavi dastin sary estag.  Dela samiara, syran bad estomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revid laben dasi menyari dela arend.  Sui sera bandi.  Rebeo lyera da esera mena.  Estomen dig berba gans banyr elvari ad harken.  Mareno sui levadi sed myren.  Hasten belo garinari elva dageni.  Revas la, aves lo!  Revasi alba nyra toi.</content>
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    <title>BBC ...</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T07:33:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T07:33:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... are bloody cheapskates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down to watch one of my dvds... only to find out there were no subtitles.  Searched the web a bit, and: "... they consider subtitling costs to be too high in the UK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the only tv series I've tried to watch on DVD so far that's been lacking subtitles.  All of the rest of them, including some from BBC's competitor channels, have had subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody cheapskates.  What a waste of my money to have purchased this DVD box from them.  I can't hear well enough to follow dialogue on TV, generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I therefore prounounce BBC to be bloody cheapskates, berks, bastards, gits!  At least as far as this particular DVD box set is concerned.</content>
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    <title>Fifteen</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T06:25:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T17:44:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But someone near you rides the weather&lt;br /&gt;And the tears he cried will rain on walls&lt;br /&gt;As wide as lovers eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the temple of love will fall before&lt;br /&gt;This black wind calls my name across this land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at johnny johnny wanted to run&lt;br /&gt;But the movie kept moving as planned&lt;br /&gt;The boy was in the heavy air along the interstate &lt;br /&gt;black lung full of stars wide with memories &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything I ever had &lt;br /&gt;is gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every spring I ever had &lt;br /&gt;is gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every man I ever knew &lt;br /&gt;every woman I ever had &lt;br /&gt;is lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every spring I ever had &lt;br /&gt;has died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can beat them &lt;br /&gt;i know that you like it like that&lt;br /&gt;And to another but still the same&lt;br /&gt;For the window wearing the face &lt;br /&gt;that you could sink so low &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you worried for me then&lt;br /&gt;the subtler ways that I'd give in&lt;br /&gt;but I know you like it like that like it like that&lt;br /&gt;And the temple of love is falling &lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah look at all the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Ah look at all the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from? &lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from? &lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father McKenzie wiping the dirt &lt;br /&gt;from his hand on my knee&lt;br /&gt;on the screen&lt;br /&gt;And I felt the arrows of desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hands and there’s the answer&lt;br /&gt;You got pen knives and&lt;br /&gt;Switchblades preferred&lt;br /&gt;Then he cries then he scream he made and my heart pitched that nobody heard he was on that bed It was like a sailor&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of possibilities one who seizes possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Except for one who seizes possibilities one who seizes possibilities&lt;br /&gt;There’s a red stream&lt;br /&gt;That went streaming through my body&lt;br /&gt;I I that’s how i&lt;br /&gt;That’s how i&lt;br /&gt;That’s how i&lt;br /&gt;That’s how i&lt;br /&gt;I died&lt;br /&gt;at that tower of babel they knew what they were after&lt;br /&gt;everything on the current moved up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to move around the pain is so big you feel nothing happening at all&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a mare black and shining silver studs with the sun&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow has a human heart&lt;br /&gt;From my god it will depart&lt;br /&gt;I'd sail before a thousand moons&lt;br /&gt;Never finding where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred twentytwo days of light&lt;br /&gt;Will be desired by a night&lt;br /&gt;And now it's still the same &lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look you're stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive stayin' alive stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ah stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Feel the city lights &lt;br /&gt;hear the calling&lt;br /&gt;And the temple grows old and strong&lt;br /&gt;But the wind blows longer cold and long&lt;br /&gt;And the temple of love Hear my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the name of the place it’s across this land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at johnny johnny gets up takes off his leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;Taped to his chest there’s the answer&lt;br /&gt;You got pen knives and&lt;br /&gt;Switchblades preferred switchblades preferred&lt;br /&gt;Then he cries then he screams saying&lt;br /&gt;Life is filled with holes johnny’s laying there with my legs spread like a sea of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;up there&lt;br /&gt;I seize the first possibilities&lt;br /&gt;It started hardening in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I fill my nose with snow and go rimbaud go rimbaud go rimbaud go rimbaud go rimbaud&lt;br /&gt;And go inside the black tube he felt himself disintegrate&lt;br /&gt;there is just a sea of jelly&lt;br /&gt;And so he seized the first possibilities I felt his hand on my knee&lt;br /&gt;on the screen&lt;br /&gt;And I felt the arrows of desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Nobody came &lt;br /&gt;Father McKenzie wiping the dirt &lt;br /&gt;from his hand on my knee&lt;br /&gt;on the screen&lt;br /&gt;And I fill my nose with snow and go rimbaud&lt;br /&gt;And go inside the black sky thunder cry like rain&lt;br /&gt;And I looked at johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame&lt;br /&gt;in the dustbin &lt;br /&gt;we're the flowers &lt;br /&gt;in the heavy air along the interstate &lt;br /&gt;black eyes full of pain I’m cruisin’ through soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby's got a problem &lt;br /&gt;tries so hard to play&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lose it anyway&lt;br /&gt;The losing card I'll someday lay&lt;br /&gt;So this is all I have to belive that sin&lt;br /&gt;Can make a better man&lt;br /&gt;It´s the mood that I am in&lt;br /&gt;That´s left us were &lt;br /&gt;we began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl&lt;br /&gt;Lead me into your darknes&lt;br /&gt;When this world is trying it´s &lt;br /&gt;hardest&lt;br /&gt;To leave me unimpressed&lt;br /&gt;Just one caress&lt;br /&gt;From you and I´m blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this world is trying it´s &lt;br /&gt;hardest&lt;br /&gt;To leave me unimpressed&lt;br /&gt;Just one caress&lt;br /&gt;From you and I´m blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's nobody there &lt;br /&gt;What does he care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Rigby died in the church &lt;br /&gt;and was buried along with her name &lt;br /&gt;Nobody heard he was on that bed it was like a sea of possibilities I felt his hands as he walks from the fire from the fire from the fireworks up above &lt;br /&gt;With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain in life&lt;br /&gt;a time to kill the pain inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeth in the necks of everyone you know &lt;br /&gt;i did not believe &lt;br /&gt;that you like it like that like it like that you like it like that you can&lt;br /&gt;I'll take all that I can do now &lt;br /&gt;This thing is slowly taking me apart &lt;br /&gt;Gray would be the colour if I had a heart &lt;br /&gt;Come on tell me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;I just want something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl&lt;br /&gt;Lead me into your darknes&lt;br /&gt;When this world is trying it´s &lt;br /&gt;hardest&lt;br /&gt;To leave me unimpressed&lt;br /&gt;Just one caress&lt;br /&gt;From you and I´m blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m shying from the fireworks up above &lt;br /&gt;With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand&lt;br /&gt;You run for another it's all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;it's all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;it's all right it's okay&lt;br /&gt;I'll live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;We can try to understand&lt;br /&gt;the New York Times' effect on man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a brother or whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother&lt;br /&gt;you're future &lt;br /&gt;you're future &lt;br /&gt;no future for you &lt;br /&gt;no fufure for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice is thin come on dive in&lt;br /&gt;underneath my lucid skin&lt;br /&gt;The cold is lost forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours pass days pass time stands still&lt;br /&gt;light gets dark and darkness around me&lt;br /&gt;Shores of a solar sea&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish to go down with the sunlight died and night above me&lt;br /&gt;With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeth in the necks of everyone you know &lt;br /&gt;you can keep on sucking until the blood won't flow &lt;br /&gt;when it starts to hurt it only helps it grow &lt;br /&gt;taking all you need &lt;br /&gt;but not this time &lt;br /&gt;no you don't &lt;br /&gt;no you don't &lt;br /&gt;no you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that big house there are fifty beds&lt;br /&gt;and one of them leads to your heart&lt;br /&gt;In the temple of love Hear my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the temple of love Hear the calling&lt;br /&gt;And the tears he cried will rain on walls&lt;br /&gt;As wide as lovers eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the temple of love Hear the children sing just a breath away &lt;br /&gt;dance in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;He merged perfectly the mirror in the temple of love&lt;br /&gt;I shine like thunder sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Underground and over water &lt;br /&gt;Sounds of crying weeping will not save&lt;br /&gt;Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar&lt;br /&gt;All your prayers must seem as nothing&lt;br /&gt;Ninetysix below the wave&lt;br /&gt;When stone is dust and only air remains &lt;br /&gt;the only haven you can trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the temple of love Hear my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the temple of love is always over in the temple of love you hide together&lt;br /&gt;Believing pain and fear outside&lt;br /&gt;But someone near you rides the weather&lt;br /&gt;And the name of the forest&lt;br /&gt;There’s a little place a place called space&lt;br /&gt;It’s a pretty little place is you like it like the ringing in my ears &lt;br /&gt;My favorite dreams of you still&lt;br /&gt;But first you must learn how to smile as you kill&lt;br /&gt;If you want &lt;br /&gt;Don't be told what you need &lt;br /&gt;but no you don't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for the pain in life&lt;br /&gt;a time to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;but oh your soul&lt;br /&gt;It's a bed of threats&lt;br /&gt;regrets and sheets so cold&lt;br /&gt;All I knew your eyes so velvet blue&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;This black wind calls my name to you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the temple of love is falling &lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah look at all the taste of your tears &lt;br /&gt;Echoing your voice just like that like it like the folks on the hill&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something I can never have &lt;br /&gt;I just want something I can never have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the temple of love&lt;br /&gt;You run for cover in the temple of love Hear the children sing just a breath away &lt;br /&gt;dance in the sea to the sea to the sea of possibility&lt;br /&gt;like mad pituitary glands&lt;br /&gt;The scream he made and my heart was so high my heart was so high my heart pitched that nobody heard&lt;br /&gt;No one was saved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father McKenzie writing the words &lt;br /&gt;of a sermon that no one will hear &lt;br /&gt;No one comes near &lt;br /&gt;Look at him working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV&lt;br /&gt;And you think you worried for me then&lt;br /&gt;the subtler ways that I'd give in&lt;br /&gt;but I know you like it like that&lt;br /&gt;Like it like that like it like that&lt;br /&gt;And to another but still the same &lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look you're all I see &lt;br /&gt;Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be &lt;br /&gt;Come on tell me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make this all go away &lt;br /&gt;You make it all go way &lt;br /&gt;I just want something &lt;br /&gt;I just walked right up and saw that&lt;br /&gt;Up there there is a sea&lt;br /&gt;Up there there is just a sea of jelly&lt;br /&gt;And so he seized the first&lt;br /&gt;his vocal chords started hardening in my ears &lt;br /&gt;My favorite dreams of you still&lt;br /&gt;But first you must learn how to smile as you kill&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be a hero well just follow me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be like thunder cry like rain&lt;br /&gt;And the temple of love Hear my calling&lt;br /&gt;In the black tube he felt himself disintegrate&lt;br /&gt;there is just a sea of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;It started shooting like of a horse mad pituitary glands&lt;br /&gt;The scream he made and my heart pitched that nobody heard&lt;br /&gt;No one heard johnny the butterfly flapping into sea horses&lt;br /&gt;Coming in in all directions&lt;br /&gt;White shining horse&lt;br /&gt;And my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Like arteries like fingers&lt;br /&gt;how much fits between &lt;br /&gt;black eyes full of fear&lt;br /&gt;A working darning his socks &lt;br /&gt;in the dustbin &lt;br /&gt;we're the poison &lt;br /&gt;in your fingers through my heart pitched that nobody heard he was on that bed it was like a sailor&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of possibility&lt;br /&gt;There is no keeper but the key&lt;br /&gt;up there is no sea but the land&lt;br /&gt;up there is a sea&lt;br /&gt;Up there there is no keeper but the key&lt;br /&gt;up there&lt;br /&gt;I seize the first&lt;br /&gt;his vocal chords shot up&lt;br /&gt;possibilities I felt his hands as he walks from the fireworks up above&lt;br /&gt;With a gun for a lover and a shot for the poet's play&lt;br /&gt;Until there's nobody there &lt;br /&gt;What does he care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Ah</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2008-03-11T02:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T01:22:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T01:22:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I laugh in the face of danger.  Then I hide until it goes away."</content>
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    <title>One should be careful...</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T07:48:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T07:48:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... when lending things out.  Especially starfleet officers, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riker, while performing temporary duties on board a Klingon ship, hailing Picard on the Enterprise: &lt;b&gt;"Enterprise, this is Captain William Riker of the Klingon vessel Pagh. I order you to lower your shields and surrender."&lt;/b&gt; (Star Trek: The Next Generation 2x08 A Matter of Honor)</content>
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    <title>Sadness</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T23:25:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">RIP Gary Gygax, and thanks for sharing the wonders of your imagination with the world and inspiring so many of us to use our own imagination a bit more!</content>
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    <title>Movie meme</title>
    <published>2008-03-02T01:26:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-02T19:31:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stolen from &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hanzan' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hanzan.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hanzan.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hanzan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post them here for everyone to guess.&lt;br /&gt;4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.&lt;br /&gt;5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... quotes in alphabetical order ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;strike&gt;"All shall love me and despair!"&lt;/strike&gt; Lord of the Rings &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ywalme' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ywalme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;strike&gt;"God willing, we will prevail, in peace and freedom from fear, and in true health, through the purity and essence of our natural fluids. God bless you all"&lt;/strike&gt; Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ywalme' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ywalme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;"Have you come for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have long walked by your side."&lt;br /&gt;"So I have noticed."&lt;/strike&gt; The Seventh Seal &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hanzan' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hanzan.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hanzan.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hanzan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;strike&gt;"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."&lt;/strike&gt; The Princess Bride &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ywalme' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ywalme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;strike&gt;"I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it."&lt;/strike&gt; 2001: A Space Oddysey &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ywalme' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ywalme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;strike&gt;"I'm expendable. I'm the guy in the episode who dies to prove how serious the situation is. I've gotta get outta here."&lt;/strike&gt; Galaxy Quest &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ywalme' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ywalme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  "I've heard of you. I heard you were dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  "I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  "Man is born crying. When he has cried enough, he dies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  "Shit... charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in the Indy 500."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  &lt;strike&gt;"Somebody's coming up. Somebody serious."&lt;/strike&gt; Leon &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='arhra' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://arhra.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://arhra.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;arhra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  &lt;strike&gt;"The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long - and you have burned so very, very brightly, Roy."&lt;/strike&gt; Blade Runner &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tinyameliakitty' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tinyameliakitty.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tinyameliakitty.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinyameliakitty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  &lt;strike&gt;"The line must be drawn here! This far, no further! And I will make them pay for what they've done."&lt;/strike&gt; Star Trek VIII: First Contact &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ywalme' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ywalme.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ywalme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  "There was nothing I hated more than to see a filthy old drunkie, a-howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as if it were a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  "To face what we are in the end, we stand before the light and our true nature is revealed. Self-revelation is annihilation of self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... not sure these are my favourite movies, but they are at least ones I thought were reasonable entertainment - and (importantly enough for this meme) ones I could find quotes for.</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2008-02-25T20:14:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-25T19:17:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-25T19:17:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Minsc&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Flowers are beautiful, aren't they Boo?  I wish there were more to see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cernd&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;I see you have an appreciation for the small things, Minsc.  You see the power in their simple nature.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minsc&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;I don't understand much that is complicated, but the trees and the flowers are music to my eyes.  Boo prefers the calm of the forest, though he suffers my company.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cernd&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ahh, you are his tree amidst the cities and people, and despite your bending and bowing in the wind you are his stability, as I suspect he is yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minsc&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;No, he is my hamster.  You talk in circles, Cernd, but that's okay.  Boo runs in them.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Trains, trains, trains...</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T02:03:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T02:03:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Semmeringbahn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1d/Semmeringbahn_um_1900.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semmeringbahn was the world's first normal gauge mountain railway.  It was opened in 1854, and is nowaday classified by Unesco as a world heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semmeringbahn has 14 tunnels, 16 aqueducts (such as in the picture), and over 100 bridges.  The majority (60%) of the track has a gradient of 20% or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Semmeringbahn opened, none of the existing locomotives could handle the demanding track, so a new locomotive was designed specifically for it.</content>
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    <title>Trains, trains, trains...</title>
    <published>2008-02-23T04:16:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T04:20:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;LNER Class A3 4472 Flying Scotsman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/39/Flying_Scotsman_in_Doncaster.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flying Scotsman was built in 1923 for the London and North Eastern Railway.  It was designed by H.N. Grensley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, 1934, it became the first steam locomotive to officially reach a speed of 100 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in active service in Britain until 1963.</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2007-12-16T17:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-16T17:01:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T17:01:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last month I ruled Iran as a cruel and heartless dictator &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-700 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Saturday I punched &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='chococat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://chococat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://chococat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;chococat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the arm &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-10 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In May I ate my brussel sprouts &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(1 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In October I invaded Iraq, broke it, and couldn't glue it back together before Mom got home &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-1012 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In March I turned &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tinyameliakitty' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tinyameliakitty.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tinyameliakitty.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinyameliakitty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in for littering &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(3 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-1718 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a moldy sandwich&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;enhorning&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>Where have all the unicorns gone?</title>
    <published>2007-12-13T03:57:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-13T03:57:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Until something better than this world arrives,&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a rich fantasy life,&lt;br /&gt;a rich fantasy life.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2007-12-11T00:50:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-10T23:54:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-10T23:54:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;pre&gt;London calling 
     to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared 
     - and battle come down
London calling 
     to the underworld
London calling, 
     now don't look at us
The ice age is coming, 
     the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running 
     and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, 
     but I have no fear
London is drowning
     - and I live by the river
London calling 
     upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out
     - and draw another breath
London calling
     at the top of the dial&lt;/pre&gt;</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2007-12-09T19:28:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-09T18:30:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-09T18:30:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">These are the pale deaths&lt;br /&gt;which men miscall their lives:&lt;br /&gt;for all the scents of green things growing,&lt;br /&gt;each breath is but an exhalation of the grave.</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2007-11-19T16:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-19T16:06:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T16:06:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say" style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_libra_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice to everyone." - nope, definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silly," - yes, quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fun" - perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and sweet." - I'm doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have own unique appeal." - well, I have own unique ... something ... not sure I would call it appeal though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Artistic." - nope, definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strong mentality." - huh?  What do they mean by that?  I've got a strong insanity... but I doubt that's what they meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loves attention." - absolutely, totally, utterly wrong.  I hate attention.  I prefer hiding in my own little quiet corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diplomatic." - I guess so, at times at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consoling," - possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"friendly" - well, to my friends (who are rather few) at least.  To random people I don't know, definitely not.  I'd rather keep my distance - I prefer keeping my personal space personal.. not having it invaded by a crowd of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and solves people's problem." - wrong way around.  I cause problem for other people, and they have to help me solve my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brave" - I guess so.  With life being so crap, staying alive often feels like a brave choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and fearless." - definitely not.  I am scared... very scared... of many things in life.  If I wasn't scared, if I had no fears, then I couldn't be very brave, could I?  The brave part to me means going on despite being so scared of life... so the whole phrase "brave and fearless" does not work well in my opinion.  If you have no fears, you can't be brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adventurous." - not if I can avoid it.  Unless a trip to Antarctica or Svalbard is involved.  Then I don't mind if things get a bit adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suave" - I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and generous." - depends on the context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Usually have many friends." - well, at least they have a qualifier.  I don't have many friends, and what's more - I don't want many friends.  I'd rather just have a few close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoys to make love." - I enjoy being together with my beloved Amelia... the actual activity we're involved in seems less important than being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emotional." - overly so at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good memory." - for numbers.  Rather unevenly... some things I'll remember very well; others, I'll forget ridiculously easily.  In other words, I'd say it all balances out to an average memory, not a particularly good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moving," - to England, soon, I hope, so I can live with Amelia again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"motivates oneself" - nope, definitely not.  Amelia is my motivation... I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and others." - I'll leave that up to others to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loves to travel" - not really.  Unless metaphorically meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and explore." - Yes... at least metaphorically.  I doubt I'd enjoy the literal exploration of unknown terrain.  But I enjoy learning new things, encountering new things.  Which is strange, because at the same time, stability is important to me and change can easily upset me.  I guess exploration, but from a stable situation... a safe metaphorical basecamp, is what I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand." - they certainly put a lot of vague sentences into this zodiac thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most caring person!" - what do they mean?  "Most" out of what set?  If applied to the set of the whole population of Terra, they're wrong.  If applied to the set of inhabitants of my flat, they are correct - but then "Least caring person!" would also be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"however not the one you wanna mess with." - Indeed.  Don't mess with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a load of nonsense.  In other words, a typical internet meme.</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2007-11-13T07:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-13T06:14:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-13T06:14:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #900 solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/images/shakespeare.gif" width="120" height="120" alt="William Shakespeare" style="float:left"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:georgia, times new roman; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;This above all: to thine own enhorning be true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/shakespeare.php?word=enhorning&amp;amp;ans=85" style="color:#770"&gt;Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/shakespeare.php" method="get"&gt;Get your own quotes: &lt;input type="text" name="word" size="10"&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Back in Sweden</title>
    <published>2007-09-25T16:55:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-25T19:58:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking forward to sleeping in my own comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tinyameliakitty' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tinyameliakitty.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tinyameliakitty.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinyameliakitty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming over for a few days around my birthday.  So only three weeks and a bit on my own.  Looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired from travelling right now, even though it went smoothly.</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2007-09-17T10:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-17T09:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-17T09:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">RIP Colin McRae&lt;br /&gt;RIP Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Any other famous people connected with things I enjoy who are going to die in the next few days?</content>
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    <title>enhorning @ 2007-09-07T09:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-07T07:54:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-07T07:54:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Goodbyes are awful.  I had forgotten how badly it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially as we have no clue when (or where) we might be living together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*devastated*</content>
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    <title>Mmm... Armadillo!</title>
    <published>2007-08-10T19:33:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-10T19:33:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Smooth on the inside, crunchy on the outside!</content>
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    <title>It's that time of the year again...</title>
    <published>2007-04-26T19:57:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-26T19:58:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+4"&gt;I hate summer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;I hate summer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;I hate summer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;I hate summer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+0"&gt;I hate summer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;I hate summer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;I hate summer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>"Death is everywhere"</title>
    <published>2007-04-14T12:43:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-14T12:43:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, my mother called, to let me know that my aunt's husband had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness, grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I spent a summer with them in Germany (he's German).  We often used to stop by and see them when going on vacations in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I never will see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a few days ago, my mother called again... this time, one of my cousins, who's a few years younger than me, had suicided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandemonium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as much sadness or grief - this was nobody I spent much time with.  But so much thoughts triggered by my own lack of coping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing for that escape so much... why do I have to go on struggling?  Why can't I just give up and find peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still so hard.  I feel not up to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all madness, thoughts caught up in a maelstrom of suicide ponderings and despair and wondering how I did make it through all those years before meeting Amelia and how I will make it through the now and the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much chaos.  Too confusing, too caught up in thoughts I cannot control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great Cthulhu, why don't you rise up and eat us all, thus saving me from this conundrum of having to figure out why and how I should manage to struggle on and keep on living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be dead.  I guess I'm a bit envious... that he succeeded where I had failed.  It's terrible.  I must stay with my Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much pandemonium in my mind.  Can't cope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post started with a lyrics quote... to keep things in balance, I shall let it end in the same way.  Must keep things in balance.  Can't give in to the chaos.  Must stay here.  Want to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The silence of the moment -&lt;br /&gt;reveals a cry for help -&lt;br /&gt;Despondent eyes of sorrow -&lt;br /&gt;cast a lonely spell -&lt;br /&gt;Hidding in the corner -&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the world"</content>
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    <title>Computer Game: Divine Divinity</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T15:40:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T15:40:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Divine Divinity (DD) is an RPG in which the player controls a single character.  DD is played from an isometric perspective.  I played through it mainly as a fighter, with some supporting skills thrown into the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD has several good ideas, but in the end, fails to deliver a good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD's character development system is very open ended and allows many different character types to be built.  You choose one out of three classes at the start - Warrior, Survivor (think Rogue) or Mage.  The only lasting effect of your starting class is which special move you have access to - anybody can learn skills from any class, and you choose when leveling up which stats to put attribute points into.  In other words, if you want an axe-wielding battlemage with fire magic - you can do so.  If you want a pure fighter, you can do so.  If you want a ranger, with distance fighting, a bit of supporting magic in the form of buffs, and survival skills, go ahead.  My only reservation against the character development system is a potential lack of balance at highter levels - I noticed that most of the highlevel creatures had multiple resistances which might make life hard for a high-level mage, while nothing is resistant to physical damage, allowing a high-level fighter to pretty much plow through everything with ease.  I'd have to actually try a mage out to see if it is balanced or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD offers up a detailed world with lots of potential interactivity for the player - for example, one can produce honey from beehives and use that to make mead.  You're generally free to move more or less wherever you like within the fairly big world.  There are exceptions - parts of the game where you are limited to a small part of the world.  However, what DD fails to do is to convey a sense of size - when an inn can be large enough to take up several screenfuls, people asking for escort for a journey of similar distance distance does not make sense.  DD could have benefitted either from scaling down the houses and cities in size, or scaling up the wilderness in size, to actually provide a sense of journeying from one place to the other and to provide a sense of cities spread out in the wilderness.  As it is now, it feels as if the world consists of cities and houses and villages with small strips of parks between them... it totally fails to feel like a dangerous wilderness one has to travel through.  Alternatively, some form of world map, such as used in the Infinity Engine games, could have been used to provide a sense of distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, DD was a failure.  In large parts, this was due to failing to take advantage of the above points.  You have a world which offers up lots of potential for interaction - but little reason to use that interactivity.  Instead, the gameplay's focus is on repetitive bashing of monsters - the interactivity is only used very rarely in solving quests... Because it is so rare, that turns it into a potential frustration; if well over 90% of the quest solutions consist of bashing monsters, the rare quest solution that takes advantage of the interactivity becomes obscure and difficult to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with the world - having a large world that is absolutely dead to the player feels pointless.  People still talk about the war with the orcs after I have slaughtered every orc on the map - it feels plain wrong that I can totally clear a forest of animals... some limited respawning would have made more sense and helped the world feel alive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one point where you're sent into a military camp to pick up equipment... but some enemy mage teleports in and mindcontrols the soldiers causing them to attack you.  I killed them all.  And... to my surprise (this was still early on in the game)... nobody - not their commander or fellow soldiers or anybody in the world outside that camp - reacts to this having happened.  Things like this make the world feel very sterile, and negates the benefits of having a large open world.  If the game is going to be about clearing areas, and nobody reacts to what you do, you might as well have linear maps, which would make it easier to balance in order to provide interesting and challenging combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main issue is that DD can't decide what it wants to be - it mixes elements from action-RPGs with elements from non-linear and open-ended RPGs and ends up not being very good at either.  If one approaches it as an action-RPG, one will be disappointed with the shallow range of loot offered, the lack of interesting or challenging boss-fights, the general lack of balance in the combat, and frustrated by the quests and how easy it is to get lost in the world.  If one on the other hand approaches it as a more free-style RPG, one will be disappointed by the sterile world, the way characters don't react to what you do, the very repetitive (and not very challenging) combat, the illogical quest solutions, and the lack of ability to take the main story in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one wants an action-RPG, Sacred is in many way similar to Divine Divinity, but overwhelmingly better designed.  Sacred has almost as good a character development system.  Sacred has a world which feels huge, in which travelling from one city to another actually feels like you are covering a fair distance of wilderness, in which different regions of the world have very distinct feels, and further, this world will to some extent react to your actions and quests.  In general, this world feels much more alive.  Also, Sacred has more interesting and less repetitive combat, and a more interesting (and more numerous) variety of side-quests or areas to explore that one never visits in the main quest line.  In fact, playing DD has made me feel inspired to revisit Sacred... to see how a large world can be done right.  Plus, Sacred is just much more sheer fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine Divinity - an ambitious failure which can't make up its mind about what it wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;Grade: 1.5 out of 5 (3 = average).</content>
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