In "Addicted George:"

It's not a complete solution by any means, but if you are using 32-bit Windows, you could try Temptation Blocker - notionally at least, it helps you to hold out against "casual" Internet time-wastage - just block all your web browsers for x hours and then consider seriously whether you need to input the 32-character code to get online...

In "Return of the London meetup"

New World sounds OK, although it is consistently impossible to work out who has eaten what... Maybe a fallback for post-food Monkeys... the Kings Head next door? I will, as ever, make a shout for the Polar Bear (the West End's only non-smoking pub, with non-expensive beer to boot), but I don't expect much love.

In "Piersh Broshnan makesh it offishial."

Julian MacMahon would be ideal. The man who spent five years as the poor man's David Boreanaz could step with ease into the role of the poor man's Piers Brosnan. Failing that, Ross Kemp. Ross Kemp is the perfect Bond. Suave, sophisticated, deadly and able to integrate any weapons system in the world into his body for the purposes of slapping the French. Failing _that_, how about Colin Salmon?

In "Leonard Cohen is broke."

Well, js, he may be on the streets tricking for crack, but he will still have those de Memories of de Mornay's de Mammaries. So, in a sense, he still wins.

In "The zombie dots have evolved!"

Password also pls KThxBye. I'm about to get my first upgrade of my frannkly useless medic character - free running?

In "Curious George: Enterprise-level web hosting"

Monknoiz - could you divulge the name of your company? It sounds wicked cool... email?

In "The zombie dots have evolved!"

Me too, please Kthxbye.

In "Return of the London meetup"

Just regular toasters, I think, but with different plugs.

Friday I think I have to show a friend just returned from LA Dr. Who, Saturday daytime is good but I think I have a couple of parties in the evening. Sunday good, although I may be a bit sleepy. Will you be so good as to pour coffee through my irises and directly into my brain, Ms. Athena?

In "The zombie dots have evolved!"

Oh, I'm John Noakes, btw. I haven't got diagnose, so if you want healing, sing out here or in the chatroom...

Mr. Knickerbocker: Kevan's based in England, but the game is set in an American town. Although it would be far better if it was set in Britain. For starters, we could regroup at the Winchester.

(My medic character is also utter bobbins, which is where things fall down a bit)...

My medic character is just south of the Farmer Building - is it still holding up?

In "Curious George: Skin Care"

Oh, and defibrillation. I want a shower-friendly defibrillator more than life itself. Which is handy.

I never really got the hang of the early stuff, ooga_booga... it was too artsy. Too... intellectual. Supplementary question. As I get older, my beard hair is taking on the quality of mithril. The wet shave is just not doing it for me anymore, at least in the limited time allowed to it of a morning. Does anyone have any tales of fiendish and shower-friendly depilators, possibly also featuring ceramic blades, chobham armour or science speed?

In "The right wing, sick of the liberals getting all the good superheroes, decide to take matters into their own hands."

Gah! Too/to. My own PowerBook hates my liberal views and makes me look stupid.

There's good stuff on "both" (single-axis fallacy) "sides". For every Swamp Thing, there is a Nexus; for every Green Arrow, a Sin City. *Rolls eyes right back* It was a joke, homes. As long as Chuck Dixon breathes, we shall have the vague suspicion that Matter-Eater Lad takes a laissez-faire approach to market forces. Debaser626: The robot arm man is Sean Hannity. As you can see, decades of oppression by squads of multinational UN enforcers do wonders for the cheekbones. Possibly Apple's decision too embrace podcasting made it the instrument of choice for rogue cyborg right-wing talk radio hosts across America. It's an unexploited niche...

In President Ford's defence, it is pretty hard to pull a decent worst case scenario out of President Reagan getting the Captain America treatment. "But wait! What if he becomes a madman with the power to level cities?" "Gerald. Dude. Think about it."

Bin Laden (a veritable spring chicken at 52) lasting even twelve years seems optimistic - his bill of health not being entirely conducive to cave life. I imagine that the same technology that has extended G Gordon Liddy's life (if you can call it etc) has given bin Laden cyborg kidneys. In fact, the UN running America and death having apparently been cured... as dystopiae go, how do we rate this one? I kind of like it... It appears, however, that you can't create a biomechanical lick of sense; Osama has, it seems, decided to carry his briefcase nuke not only onto the memorial site but also into the UN building, not famous for its lax security, and then take it onto the podium with him. What, was he late?

In "London Calling"

Oh, God, Quid's face. Your hand just sinks in, and then the ineluctable sensation of tugging, tugging - not like a grasping limb, but more like a quicksand or the sucking of a great, gelatinous mouth. You realise as the awful warmth spreads up to your elbow that there is no way your arm could possibly be fitting into what until now you had naively referred to as his skull... that it is somewhere else. Lovely chap, mind.

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