ThunderPeel2001

How do I join the game? :0/

Did I miss this?

Did he discuss Kubrick at all? What he was like... Why he needed 100s of takes? (This is wonderfully off-topic, btw.)

Lol. So that's what happened... wow, how did you survive for so long with only 1 rotor blade, Patters?

Wow, how was that? GG, everyone!

So they just cornered you, or was everyone else you worked with there, too? That sounds absolutely horrible... and terrifying. How are you all holding up?

And that just brings me back round to the Zune. Microsoft have bad PR, Apple have good PR. The Zune was better than it's iPod contemporaries (IMO), but it takes more than a good product to sell well. Hell the iPod didn't REALLY take off until it allowed PC compatibility in 2003, if I understand correctly. As someone who used the iPod's competitors back in 2001, I can't say I completely agree with that. The iPod's interface was nice, but not revolutionary.

Sorry, but that's utter rubbish. The Creative Labs Jukebox was released a full year before the iPod and had a similar screen. There are plenty of other examples. Can't say I agree with that, sexiness is an important factor when buying things (or it can be). The CL Jukebox was NOT sexy in the slightest. Which generation of iPods was it that scratched so easily, again? Who said anything about the Zune HD? I'm not pro-Microsoft and I'm not anti-Apple, and I'm sure you're right about a lot of what you say, I just don't like it when generalisations are thrown around as facts... especially when people are saying how "great" Apple are. They're just as bad as any company.

Sounds boring. Can you blow things up with art?

He limps off. You can follow him, push him over, etc. as I recall. I wonder what would happen if he "accidentally" fell under a car? Yes, I wondered this, too. Someone must know the answer.

How do you win?

Eastbound & Down HBO's latest comedy... I absolutely loved it. Only 6 episodes, so it's not a big commitment, either. I was looking for a good video to link to, but the best I could find is this: A bunch scenes from various episodes. It's a very good show, though. bgDaVLCaBzQ

Aye. I remember Ron Gilbert damning CD drives, confidently declaring they wouldn't be around two years after his interview. I like Ebert, he's just wrong here.

I think it's fairly clear that I was comparing the Zune to its iPod contemporaries, not to a device that hadn't been invented yet. And I was specifically making reference to your complaint that about the iPad's contemporaries failing. Your point being that their failure would only be because they were inferior machines, not because of Apple marketing hype helping them dominate the market. And how frustrating it is for you to keep seeing the 'tech nerds' not realise that.

I have no idea what you're talking about. (Did you miss this?)

Those guys do know how to party!

That softer contrast was something that annoyed me about CMI's look (and remember taking screen grabs and messing with the backgrounds in Photoshop), but at least the artwork was beautiful... so I ended up loving it (even if I wish it was more contrasty).

Wow. The skies are clear... so weird.

I didn't understand anything you said. Sorry :-/ ("you consumed a level of drunkeness over a relatively short period"??) You seem to just be describe the normal physical process of getting drunk (is that right?). All I can say is that I don't recall anything from the journey home, I just remember waking up being as confused as anyone could be. I remember being sober, then I'm somewhere else completely wasted. Can you explain that?

It was super weird. I don't live any kind of crazy rock n roll lifestyle. Waking up in a pool of my own vomit is as foreign to me as it is to the next person. It was 15 years ago and I've never had anything similar to that experience since, either. The best theory I can come up with is that my body didn't metabolize the alcohol until I started power-walking home - then it all just hit me all at once. It was probably on an empty stomach, too. Love to hear a proper explanation from a qualified professional, though, simply because it was such an unusual experience. A lesson learned for everyone: Don't have shots of alcohol on an empty stomach and then go jogging/power-walking. (Many of you may already consider this a bad idea without being told.)

I love that prank call. (Clearer version for those have heard it before: )

Here's a little story that isn't disgusting (or as disgusting as some of the others, at least) but it certainly is weird. Note: I was about 17 (maybe younger) and a student when this happened. Anyway... I went over to a friend's house one evening, it was just the three of us. It was very chilled out and well, dull, to be honest. We all pondered what to do with the evening, watch a film? score some pot? go out and do something else? (We were very imaginative.) but it was "one of those nights" and nobody really felt like doing anything at all. We tried to get the evening started by having a little drink from my friend's parent's "liquor cabinet" (yes, they really had one), but of course we could only take a tiny amount, so as not to arouse their suspicion. After that pointless exercise, we still weren't really feeling up to doing anything, so we all decided to call it an early night and go home. Now, when I say "little drink", I SWEAR it was nothing more than a small glass of red wine and a shot or two of vodka. That was it. Absolutely nothing more than that, and possibly less. I felt perfectly sober leaving my friend's house. I remember lamenting how it was such a low-key, boring evening as I began the 20 minute walk to my house. Totally unremarkable, except at some early point in my journey this happens... The next thing I know I'm lying in the street, in a pool of my own vomit. I kid ye not. I was outside a club on a main road, some 15 minutes from my friend's house, SEVERAL HOURS LATER. And I was totally wasted. What the fuck? A guy was kneeling over me and he said, "don't worry mate, I've just called you an ambulance". I was so absolutely wasted and confused, and still coming around, that I didn't absolutely understand what the words coming out of his mouth meant, but some basic inner-caveman was still functioning and made the connection: Ambulance = authorities = police = bad, even if I couldn't completely comprehend what an ambulance actually was. Of course, reading this now I'm thinking "ambulance = good, you idiot!", but I was underage and drunk and it made sense at the time to avoid any parental involvement with the authorities due to any illicit behaviour. At least, that was the logic. I somehow got myself up and said, "I'm fine!", or probably, "Mrhf Fnne!" and stumbled on homeward. (Thinking back, I've no idea what type of person would stumble across an unconscious teenager in the street, call an ambulance, then when they awake and were still clearly out of it, just let them stumble off. Weird.) Anyways, I remember being shocked at how difficult walking had become. I'd been drunk before, but this was something else. I struggled for what seemed like an age, and only made a tiny amount of progress. I realised that my brave attempt at not arousing anyone's suspicion was a total lost cause. There was no way I was going to make the final leg of journey home (all 10 minute's worth) by myself. I needed help. I knew there was a phone box just a bit further on (this was before the mass adoption of mobile phones, peeps!), and somehow managed to not only make it, but to also operate the phone, remember my phone number, wake my father, describe my current location and ask him to come pick me up. I have no idea how I did that. But like the excellent dad he is, he was there a few minutes later, no questions asked. I don't think he even asked any questions when I got into his car either, such is my Dad's way, although I'm sure I got an odd look. The next morning I woke up and, apart from finding a surprisingly high amount of foliage in my hair, felt absolutely fine. I spoke to my friends on the phone, they'd been fine, and were as incredulous about what happened as I was. To this day I still have no idea what happened, why it happened, or what I did during those lost hours. Very freaky!

Yes, I am supreme, but my name isn't Commander Material. (Yes, I deserve a good kicking for that, I know.)

Lol. It is frustrating, but I'm glad they're staying truer this time. It's not my dream, but it's certainly closer than the last one. The character designs, while better than MI1 (which I think must have been done by an intern, they look so amateur), still fail in that most important aspect: Guybrush. Makes me wonder: Where's the better quality fan-made stuff? I saw some amazing CMI style artwork that someone started as a replacement for the first one, but the guy clearly doesn't have the time to follow it through to completion. Shame, because it was really excellent.

I saw Batman Arkam Asylum for £15GBP in Liverpool CEX (second-hand, obviously) the other week. Seemed like a damned fine deal to me. Wish I'd picked it up!