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 How do Crane Flies survive? Seriously, they are useless - they can barely fly, and those insanely long legs don't seem to have any real point to them at all. They're rubbish, but they seem to do alright - they're everywhere at this time of year. What is those guys deal? How come they haven't been eaten into extiction by birds by now?

 Weird this thread should resurface today, just last night I got linked to this - http://thereifixedit.com/ - which is essentially a blog of real-life "combine-item" solutions to problems.

 I was talking to Babar in the IRC channel about A Softer World. I've always really liked it, but Babar pointed out that a lot of the strips are kind of... lazy at best, just a vaguely philosophical or portentous sounding snippet of dialogue over a near random images. I was starting to protest, but then I had a go at making some similar strips combining quotes and photos from the AGS meets archives. And well, yeah...











Here is a page of old meet photos and quotes. Launch at at and make your own, why don't you.

Everyone is here and it is raining. Go Brittens!

Oh man, Nacho.
I really don't know what to say but to offer you any support you think I could offer, man. Hold hard, small friend.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/8205374.stm

The Kitties need assistance!

TO ARMS!

Okay, One week to go - who is coming and when and where are you arriving?

It's an accent/pronunciation thing, I think.
The contraction of "must have", "must've", is pretty much pronounced "must'ff" in some British accents, and it's a small step from there to "must of".

Okay, kittens, only a few weeks left. Who is still on for this, and how are you getting here?

Back (again)!

http://meatmachines.livejournal.com/

New location and twice as nice looking and on a website so pink it makes me feel as pretty as a princess!

The people are blind and deaf. And you have no arms, and must either pull the lever with your teeth or headbutt the dude from the bridge.

Shit.  Sounds like they must be standing on the railroad tracks, not by accident, but to commit suicide. 
I think if that was the case I'd probably let the train pass by, therefor killing the five. 

The guy on the other path is Hitler.

The people are blind and deaf. And you have no arms, and must either pull the lever with your teeth or headbutt the dude from the bridge.

Ryan - It's hypothetical, dear. But to clarify further - the five other guys are also all whimsically picking flowers, or daydreaming about a kitten standing on the head of a lamb. They are all oblivious to all danger.  THe question really is, is sacrifycing one life for five in the first situation any more acceptable than in the second, and if not, why?

Hello! If you want something serious to debate, have a series of moral dilemmas! I read them in The God Delusion a year or so back and am just paraphrasing them here. I was thinking about them today for some reason, and thought it'd be interesting to hear you peoples responses to them. Please answer each one before reading the next.

Situation 1. You are standing by the side of a railway line, and a train is hurtling along it. Ahead of the train on the track stand five people, too far away to hear you yell. You are, however, standing next to a level, and pulling that would send the train onto another track, saving the five bystanders! Sadly, on this other track is another guy, milling round, picking flowers, oblivious.  Would it be a morally right decision to pull the lever and condemn this man to death to save the other five?

Remember, type down your answer for that one before reading the next.

Situation 2. Same deal, a train is heading towards a party of five on a track. It's slowing down some, but is still going fast enough to definitely kill them. This time though, you're standing on a bridge, next to a guy admiring the view, thinking happy thoughts about the sunset. If you pushed this guy over the bridge into the path of the train, it would be slowed enough to bring it to a halt before it hit the other five. Same outcome, one life lost, five saved, because of an action you took. Would pushing the man be morally right or wrong? And why is it different from pulling the lever?

There’s a third stage to this, but I'll wait to see if anyone’s interested before posting.

 Truly wonderful, and it was really nice to see some of the stuff that was going on while I was in different parts of the house/city - we didn't deliberitly abandon you when we went for falaffel guys, honest!.
Really nostalgic, makes me fell all , but a good kind of . A beautiful momento of one of the best holidays I've ever had. Cheers, Chris.

Now where's the road trip one?

So uh, who all is still planning on coming to this anyways?

You could crash at my place for another couple days, I guess, but I will not be there!

Unforseen circumstances now lead to brittens being brought to an end on the friday 28th of AUg, sorry guys! YOu can turn up two days early (sat 22nd) instead, if you like!

Idea: Cpage - Yes, that'd be less than plesant...
Atmosphere: Ceuestaluis - very nicely dark and gloomy
Design: stapj - I like the vastness of the room with the small clobs of paint and the tiny, lonely chair
Composition: Stapj - for the same reasons above
Functionality:Cpage
Technique: Ceustaluis - love the lighting

You excitedly start your new job at the Disposal of Medical Waste factory, and are led through the building by Malcolm Perchance, your new supervisor. As you walk towards your new work station, he explains your duties.
"Now, what you're going to be working doing is getting rid of all the fat that's got liposuction'd out of folk, right? See, it's a terrible thing, what with government regulations and all, nowadays you can't burn it, bury it, make jelly sweeties for kids or glue from it, not nothing. So..."
Opening a door, he leads you into a walkway in a foul smelling, decrepit room, dominated by a vat full of stinking, liquefied putrescence on the lower floor, which is being churned endlessly by an ancient and creaking machine.
He motions for you to sit down on a stool
"So," you ask, nervously, "How do we get rid of this fat?"
Malcolm grins sickly, and hands you a long drinking straw.