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Print Story reflections on my fortieth year
By aphrael (Wed Nov 26, 2014 at 11:35:51 PM EST) (all tags)
My birthday is Friday, and that always triggers feelings of introspection and backwards-looking at this time of year; another year around the sun, another time to take stock of my life and see how things are the same and how they are different, how I am growing and how I am stagnating, etc, and to look forward to a new year.

This year is particularly hard.

The last year has been one of the worst years of my life. I don't say that lightly; i'm comparing it to the year I got thrown out of school, or the year I got burned out and quit my job only to have my resignation rejected, or the year that my relationship with my mother and her fourth husband deteriorated to the point that I ran away from home. I can say honestly that this year ranks with them. It's been a painful, soul-wrenching, tragic year. It included the first time in my life that I've actually contemplated suicide, and it doesn't get much worse than that.

And at the same time, it's been a very good year. I have learned more in the last year - more about myself, more about the people in my life, more about how to live, and how to share, and how to be with people without trying to merge with them, than I have in any previous year. I come out of the year stronger and healthier and smarter than I went into it, more aware of myself and my surroundings, better able to allow myself to feel empathy and love and experience the beauty in other people without needing to sacrifice myself in the hopes of making them like me. It's been a great development, and I'm a much better person for it, and I think that my friendships and relationships will be stronger than they were before this year, because of it.

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Print Story It's not much fun at the top.
By gzt (Sun Nov 23, 2014 at 10:12:09 PM EST) (all tags)
I envy the common people, their hearty meals and Bruce Springsteen and voting.

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Print Story All aboard the blunder bus
By TheophileEscargot (Sun Nov 23, 2014 at 09:24:43 AM EST) Reading, Watching, Museum, MLP (all tags)
Reading: "In It Together: The Inside Story of the Coalition Government", "The Blunders of Our Governments". "5 Days in May". Watching. Museums. Links.

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Print Story Leaving work.
By technician (Sat Nov 22, 2014 at 05:33:00 PM EST) (all tags)
I'm really not sure what's next, which is sort of nice.

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Print Story 2014
By yankeehack (Wed Nov 19, 2014 at 01:20:25 PM EST) (all tags)

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Print Story Notes from the field.
By technician (Fri Nov 14, 2014 at 08:04:38 PM EST) (all tags)
0) If yer in 'Murica, you tip at least 20%.

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Print Story It's breakfast for dinner!
By georgeha (Fri Nov 14, 2014 at 03:19:05 PM EST) Eklund, walrus, hash, Ebola (all tags)
Tonight at least. There is good eating planned throughout the weekend.

Plus, four years too late, gaming and less!

Poll: Favorite cult TV series?

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Print Story Never Look a Gift Horse In The Mouth
Working life
By anonimouse (Thu Nov 13, 2014 at 11:18:19 AM EST) (all tags)
Your contract will finish at the End of November they said....

Where anonimouse whinges about a problem which many people would be delighted to have....

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Print Story frivolous diary entry
By clover kicker (Wed Nov 12, 2014 at 08:19:35 PM EST) (all tags)
Good Old Games ( is giving away Mount and Blade for the next few hours.

I have spent many many hours on M&B, right up there with Civ, MoO, MoM, XCom.

I've never seen a better battlefield game, and the mounted combat is awesome.

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Print Story In Memoriam.
By aphrael (Mon Nov 10, 2014 at 09:56:28 PM EST) (all tags)
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

A hundred years ago today, the German army, having swept through Belgium and into northwestern France, had been forced back from the Marne and had set up defensive trenches that they would occupy, across the killing fields of Flanders from the French and British trenches, for most of the next four years.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields

A hundred years ago today, the Austro-Hungarian army had finally (after months of incompetence and failure) broken the back of the Serbian army and were marching on Belgrade. They would take it, but they'd hold it for less than two weeks, and it would take another year for them to recapture the city.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields

A hundred years ago today, the initial Russian invasion of Prussia had collapsed, but the simultaneous invasion of Galicia had succeeded. Przemysl lay besieged, its inhabitants starving and dying of cholera.

A hundred years ago today, the Russian army and the Germany army engaged outside of Lodz, a battle which would see 280,000 killed, wounded, or captured in a meaningless fight that had no clear victor.

And this was just the beginning.

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