I’m not seeing a lot of evidence to prove she wasn’t a vampire.
I’m not seeing a lot of evidence to prove she wasn’t a vampire.
Controversial to some, but you can put the tomato mixture, melted cheese and pepperoni on pretty much any other unsweetened carbohydrate base, and it’s nice, and should give you most of that “pepperoni pizza” feeling.
For example, bread, toast, pitta bread, potato cake, potato waffle, pancake, Yorkshire Pudding, pasta, roast potato, baked potato, chips (fries), crisps (chips), noodles, rice etc
“Dammit, Floodedwomb! I’m a Doctor, not a Husband!”
Regarding your Robert Engel from previously, there’s a whole load of artists historically, who have virtually no information about them. If they weren’t famous whilst alive, who would bother to write down a biography at the time? Afterwards, you’re left with researching records from census, school, sales, newspapers, possible living relatives etc.
A lot of museums and galleries with permanent collections have 3 to 50 times as much stuff in stores as is on display. You’re not allowed to get rid of anything, but any year, you might receive another truck-load of badly labelled and badly maintained artworks from some rich bloke’s private collection, or someone’s tax write-off. You’d have to choose which ones get processed or researched first (after the existing backlog). Sometimes the information just isn’t there though - that’s why you get all those works that just get labelled “Unknown Man with a blue hat, likely Dutch School, circa 1650s”.
I think the information and documentation of such things is actually getting better, compared to pre-internet, certainly - but yeah, some people will have no information, and some will have information, but it’s still in a paper folder, waiting for someone to type it up :)
“Hi, you left this open, so me and the kids moved in”
Back in my day, we had to hand-draw our memes in the back of school textbooks, then wait until next time we had a lesson in there to see if anyone had seen it.
I’m choosing to interpret this as:
F-word ‘not said often enough in south’ - tribunal judge
Also, and worthy of note, it rhymes with “bumper”, which is important if you want to say something like:
“Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumper. Wait a minute! Where’s me jumper?” (Youtube link)
It looks like one of those “vague, unsure” ones, it’s perhaps too old a word, and with too many vague, possible sources.
Some bits of dictionaries suggest various etymologies - it likely drifted from words in Gaelic, Scots, Arabic and French, like “jupe”, “jump”, “juppe” “jubbe” and so on, which tended to mean things like “smock”, “jacket” or whatever. It’s been around in English for various clothing types for a few hundred years, and referred specifically to the woollen pullover thing from the picture above for 100-150 years.
It has no relation at all to jump as in “leap”.
What would we call it? hallo-old-chum-you-fiend? my-good-friend-the-dishonourable-sir?
Is anyone posh using British Lemmy who can help advise?
I like how the article has gentrified it to “GPS Penis” rather than the “GPS Cock and Balls” outlined in the original poster.
This is true - especially if you were wearing a thick woolly jumper whilst doing it.
I recommend that you do not touch the diaper.
What does a jumper have to do with sweating?
A retired British footballer (generally considered a very good one), and England’s “great hope” in the 1998 Football World Cup.
“Little Michael Owen is England’s great hope, he’s only 18, and he’s playing in the World Cup. If we lose, we’ll blame everything on him. No pressure”.
I had a play on the demo this evening, probably about 1hr 30 for the full match. I enjoyed playing it, and I think you’ve got the base gameplay loop working nicely.
There were a few quirks with the AI opponent getting its soldiers stuck in furniture, and repeatedly trying to reposition them until out of energy, and a few times where I struggled with positioning on top of something (instead of inside/under), but essentially no game-stopping bugs.
I was playing on Linux Mint - I didn’t look whether it’s Linux native or running through Proton, but it runs nicely regardless.
Without a campaign, it likely limits the replayability a bit - but the general gameplay itself is fun, and a great position to be in for developing things further, in whatever direction you want to go.
Also, just to note a campaign doesn’t need to be all cutscenes and gripping plot and voice acting and drama - a set of different maps that follow in an order, starting easier and getting harder (or introducing new units or map features on each level) would do the job just fine. Also, some people won’t care about single player campaign things at all - so please don’t take my personal opinion as the opinion of everyone :)
Anyway, it was good fun to play. I’ll put it on my wishlist, and I wish you good luck with the launch and ongoing development :)
Big congratulations for getting this far! Well done! There’s some novel ideas in this, which must be quite hard to do in a genre like RTS which leans heavily on familiarity.
Is it currently just single isolated random battles, or is there some sort of linked-mission pre-scripted campaign to take over the house or anything like that?
[Edit] After playing the demo, I realise it’s turn-based strategy rather than real-time strategy, but still the point stands.
I have to admit I love these ladder related jokes - they work on so many different levels :D
Britons of a certain age refer to this as the “Trigger’s Broom Paradox”, after a character from a comedy TV Series “Only Fools and Horses”.
Trigger, who worked as a street sweeper, got an award from the City Council for maintaining the same sweeping brush for twenty years (though the broom has had 17 new heads and 14 new handles).
Was it a one off, or do you get to use it quite frequently? I see from your description that it was due to a surprise hospital machinery incident.
When do you expect to next be able to say it?
I used it most recently in the phrase “like some kind of improvised security aglet” (we were discussing wrapping tape or crimping a metal ferrule round the end of some metal wire to stop the frayed end from unravelling). That’s probably the last time I’ll get to use it this year.