Le Stu

I'm bored. I'm reminded of this crazy homeless lady, when I lived in LA, who would always be at the corner of Westwood and Wilshire with her dog ranting about the dean of UCLA. I thought of Peter. Not sure if she's still capable of bearing children, and she's not exactly a looker... still it just goes to show that this evil monarchy can still be kinder to its citizens than the world's leading republic!

There was a great documentary about Motown and Detroit music on Friday or Saturday night. BBC2 I think. There was stuff about MC5 and The Stooges as well.

Oh, I wasn't being serious. I caught a faint whiff of handbags-at-dawn in this thread and sought to defuse it by being a silly bastard. \ I'll get me coat...

She's probably as drunk.

To be fair, if he hadn't died, he might well be do Doritos ads on telly AND THEN BLOWING HIS BRAINS OUT. Dying young, at the top of your game, is still the best way to be immortalised. Even though I'm a big fan, I'd agree with comments that certain material had its rounds on the circuit a wee bit too often, but if you've ever regularly attended a comedy club, you can see the same guys doing exactly the same stuff week in, week out. Hicks could at least ad lib. His genuinely bitter, angry side and complete and utter fearlessness are what make him unique to me. If they're going to focus on that in the film then it might be interesting.

This site only works correctly when you post pictures of yourself taken when you're retardedly drunk in Las Vegas.

Do be careful. There's a lot of English in this city (the smell of oil attracts them, even over the stench of us sweaties) and they may be offended by ur comments. They also hate being beaten by us at anything, and it's quite a shock to them, these days!

I watched the ladies event up to the final where Shenaze Deane clipped the wheel of the french girl in the lead position, and bailed on the last corner. After that, she just decided to lie face down for a bit. I don't blame her

God of Starwars. Not sure about that, though... still, an entertaining demo to play.

Probably American. I just realised I got it wrong. I started with 3 stars so I'm actually getting better, not worse. Hooray!

Had me some last week. Very nice, but I lament the lack of a screwoff top on the UK version. Since it tastes okay if warm(ish) that would have made it the perfect portable brew!

I'm now down to 4 1/2... shouldn't effect matchmaking though, and that's all I really care about! Perhaps they are just jealous of meh. I am the greatest Halo player eveh! LOLOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOL.

I shouldn't, you're right. I just hate the fact that I can't see who's done this and block them, at least I know of no way. At least on this forum you can't be an anonymous coward.

Since reputation systems have been a recent popular topic, has anyone else feel they've been treated unfairly by other Xbox Live players? Now, playing like crap and being shunned as a result, I understand, and certain 'special tactics' some people frown on. Especially on Halo 3, people tend to be pretty harsh on n00by players like me. What pisses me off is that I've received 30% negative feedback for language and I don't even wear my headset!! It does put me off playing, I must admit.

I've only just figured out the basics, myself, but I'll have a go. The basic scoring strategy is not to shoot the beasties before they get to the top of the grid but instead to let as many of them as possible up to the rim and then 'bull' them off at once, with your giraffe for a bonus multiplier. The catch is that you can only do this when your powerzone (the bar that travels up the grid) is extended beyond the rim, otherwise touching them is fatal, and you can only keep it extended by shooting baddies, bullets, and collecting powerups. So, it's a balance between maximising your score and protecting your giraffe. There's mad shit about the flowers, and things I haven't seen yet that I haven't worked out. Hope that helps!

I practically bankrupted myself buying a 32" Panasonic Viera TV to go with my Xbox, but it is booootiful! I chose life...

I agree. I could respect him making a self indulgent, wacky, ridiculously difficult, disorienting shooter, and I like the idea of it enough to get into it, but he can't have it both ways! This game has no mainstream appeal, and that reflects it's poor sales. I'd hope he feels like a bit of a numpty for writing that.

It's true, this game is only for those who really want to like it. I just figured out how to play it, after it sitting on my HD practically untouched for two weeks. It's true that it's a lot different from Tempest, even though it has the same basic concept, but the game' mechanics and scoring are nothing like it. I managed to get 12th on the weekly scoreboard, without being any good, so it seems it's not the most popular kiddy in the class.

Ultimately, the bottleneck is going to be the copper infrastructure. ADSL2 probably won't offer me much benefit, as I'm not close enough to my exchange. Anyone unhappy with BT's fibre can choose a communication provider with their own fibre network.

HA! I could try it. I'll invent a new dance: discolation (ouch)

I'm personally in favour of immigration as I can't stand children. So it's a case of: Git ruttin, or STFU!

Thanks for all the suggestions, been checking some of them out on myspace and various places, and I'll grab those mixes tonight if I can find 'em. My next question is how you dance to this???

It was, as I need some names. Ta!

Well, I thought Photek was boring when I first heard his stuff, but it just really hadn't sunk in yet. Some of the stuff that's more clang-clang-clang woot-woot-woot dub or roots style (don't really know teh genres) I find extremely dull. But I'm liking the more subliminal harder-edged techno stuff.

I think hipster has become more of an insultive allegation to piss off anyone who is perceived as being both a tragic follower and a zealous evangelist of either pop or sub culture. But I could be talking out of my bumhole. However, if you come across real hipsters, you'll know. You will be both shocked and amazed at their absolute and complete lack of diversity. I recall hitting up a small art gallery in the San Francisco bay area (well known breeding ground) and what I saw freaked me out. Every single person, without exception, was dressed exactly the same, with the same scuffed up chucks, art school spiked hair, painted on jeans, thick lensed glasses (if their vision wasn't fucked to begin with it certainly is now) and not only that but their biro art (snigger) was pretty much all the same. I talked with a couple of them, but I'd be hard pressed to pick them out of the crowd again. I may have just encountered a rare sub-species.