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Was thinking, and as I have no one to bounce idle thoughts off, would it be fair to say:

That when I was younger, I went to queer spaces in the hope of meeting people with the same interests as me. Now, I have to go to meet people with the same interests as me, in the hope that some of them are queer?

I feel that this is how meeting people has developed since I came out in 1999, interested to see if anyone agrees? Is it just a getting older thing? or just me?
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Do you like playing stealthy archers in Skyrim? Then Sniper Elite III is (probably) for you! Rather than a Nord in Tamriel hunting down Altmer, though, You play as an American sniper hunting down Nazis, which is the same thing.



I enjoyed Sniper Elite V2, although each level, set in war-torn Berlin, seemed tiny, with only pre-set routes through each, and I think I finished the game in about an hour. Sniper Elite III, on the other hand, claims to have bigger, more open world, levels.



This is me, Karl, an American with a suspiciously germanic name but a deep gravelly american voice, who is in North Africa to help Britain and "her Empire" win World War 2. I can't remember if this is the same character as in V2. Didn't I kill Hitler at the end of the last one? Why am I now in Africa? Do I get to kill Hitler again?

Karl/me appears to have some sort of RSI, poor chap.



From the intro screens, I deduce that Karl/me will be single-handedly traversing North Africa and helping out those Limeys, who are all in fetching shorts and knee socks. If there isn't a Spike Milligan esque character in this I am going to be disappointed.

Now, the thing about Sniper Elite series is that it is famous for its gory, slow-mo action shots when you hit someone. Watching a bullet you fired smash bone and pierce organ is apparently a major draw for the series.



ew. You can skip them by pressing space.

You get different amounts of points for different shots, killshots, from different positions, whether done in silence, etc.



Oddly no slow-mo replay for that one



It's good, I enjoy sneaking around and being able to take your time over something like shooting Jerry in the nuts. You get a machine gun, a silenced pistol and for the sniping itself, a sniper rifle (obvs) with which you can hold your breath while aiming for a killer shot to the nuts.


Ow



You can also sneak up and snap/stab their neck.



It's good fun so far - working out cover, how to mask your gunshots, where to hide, makes it into much more of a puzzle than just running around shooting things.



and you can blow things up!



So great if you like gorey violence and shooting nazis. in the nuts.
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We often hear the saying that the dog is man's best friend. But before the dog came to live with humans, it belonged to the wolf family, and there among the wolves the dogs had to do all the errands. One cold day, the wolves ordered the dog to go to a man's house to get fire. This was the only place that the wolves knew that they could get fire but it was very dangerous for any wolf to go there. The wolves had often gone to villages to get fire, but they would always drop the coals and the humans would get the fire back. Or as they carried a burning stick it would burn brighter and they would have to drop it or otherwise be singed by the flames.

The dog knew all this and decided that it would be a very difficult job to get fire from humans. So the dog decided that he would just pretend to try to steal fire from humans but not really go through with it. But the dog knew that if he failed in the mission to get the fire, life with the wolves would be unbearable, and instead he decided he would just leave the wolves and go live with the humans.

The dog left the wolves' country and went through the forest to the village. He saw smoke coming out of the smokeholes of the wigwams and went toward one of the houses. He stood in the doorway and looked inside, and realized that the hunters were not home: only the women and children were there. The people had always feared the wolves, so the dog decided that it would be good to show that he himself was afraid of the humans. So he lowered his tail and his head and looked up at the people with his eyes wide to show that he was afraid of them and crept over to the fire and lay down.

The dog was lucky, because the man who lived in the home had often dreamed of wolves, and had in fact dreamed that he would receive a gift from the wolves. In his hunting, he had also appealed to the Wolf spirit and been assisted by it to feed his family. When he returned to his home and saw the harmless dog lying there by his fire, he decided to make friends with him. Remembering his dreams, the man told the dog that they would be brothers forever, and to prove this he would take the dog as his companion when he went hunting for his family and share the meat that they got together.
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Keep waking up at dawn
Lie in bed for half an hour thinking about how to put blackout material on curtains
Stare at curtains/curtain rail for another half hour thinking about it some more
Start looking at curtains for a bit
Draw curtains
Look under Pelmet
Discover Venetian Blinds

Go back to bed
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eEven a cursory internet search reveals Charlie Hebdo to be a racist, islamophobic, sexist publication, not exactly "the world's greatest satirists" but even nasty racist trolls do not deserve to die

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I found a really detailed bit of commentary on reddit about thr Christmas day truce in 1914 - there was hardly any football other than a few kickabouts, and the truce was mostly used to bury the dead in no man's land.
https://www.reddit.com/comments/2qc258/slug/cn4qex8

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..is that France was decimated during World War 3, then resettled and rebuilt by the British, which is why:

1. Jean Luc Picard and his family all speak with very British accents; and
2. Paris looks like this:
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Something that is nice:

so my housemate is in her early 20s, and one day a few months ago comes up to me and says "oh Sarah, you're clever," clearly confusing me with someone else, "how should I vote in the referendum?"

I told her instead to find out for herself, and read both sides, and come to her own opinion rather than just copy anyone else. Which she evidently did, and is now happily wearing a Yes badge. It's really nice to see these young people forming their own opinions on stuff, so hooray for that!

holy crap

Aug. 24th, 2014 09:04 pm
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it's that time of the year when I correctly guess my LJ password! woot!

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So Whisky has three blankets she likes to sleep on, one on the windowsill, one at the foot of my bed, and one on the pillow next to me. By far, all three pale into insignificance when I leave my coat on the bed, because that is truly the greatest place of all to sleep. I dropped my bag on top of my coat, leaving just a tiny corner visible on the bed, and she's just spent several minutes trying to fit herself onto this tiny square.

AWWW KITTIES
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"This Earle of Oxford, making of his low obeisance to Queen Elizabeth, happened to let a Fart, at which he was so abashed and ashamed that he went to Travell, 7 yeares. On his returne the Queen welcomed him home, and sayd, My Lord, I had forgott the Fart."
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