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It's shite. I wouldn't make such bold statements having not seen the film, and saying based on one person's review, but the Review's writen by MJ Simpson, who knows a LOT about Adams, and his review is very long, very detailed, and very depressing :(

Link: http://www.planetmagrathea.com/news.html" target="_blank">Link

Link: http://aolsearch.aol.co.uk/av?query=the+simpsons+treehouse+of+horror&avtype=&submit.x=22&submit.y=14" target="_blank">Well, until Fox notice that is

this shoulda been part of the starwars/hitchhiker's thread, but it won't let me post

Link: http://www.starwars.com/" target="_blank">ar wars ep III trailer

Damn this board with all your off topic threads that keep the board interesting
Damn this board, this virtualy troll-less board
Damn this board with its community spirit.

I  finally woke up to the realisation that i spend far too much time on this board (literally) After i had a dream in which i dreamed i was using the board.

bye all, it's been fun, but also too damn addictive- cold turkey is the only way to go. :)  

*without subtitles, I mean

I can final watch TV again and watch dvds with subtitles. Woooooh! (teletext subtitles are, in my opinion is worse than useless)

I posted this message on the imdb hhg2tg messageboard (suprisingly good natured for a imdb board), and i'd like some ego stroking/abuse. There's a opinion in all this gumpf too

I know this is blasphemy...

... Before i start, i'm aware that DNA asked specifical for a Peter Jones style voice for the guide, so it is obviously how he heard the book himself , which is what makes my frollowing comments blasphemy , not just some opinion.

NB in my pointless tangents there may be little spoilers that might lessen the enjoyment of the hitch hiker's guide radio series, the hitchhiker's book, the hitchhiker's guide tv series, not to mention the hitchhiker's guide movie.(As far as I'm aware there are no spoilers that would lessen the enjoyment of the hitchhiker's guide t-shirt.)


Anyway what i think is that, judging from the trailer, I think that Stephen Fry is better as the book than Peter Jones.

Excuse me as duck the flying towels

(why wasn't that use mentioned in book? '...they can also be used as projectile weapons against annoying message boarders,for example. You can also throw it at the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal who will probably eat it,and in all the soil deposits from myriad planets, (present on the towel of any true hitchhiker. i.e. any too skint to afford the cost of a visit to a laundromatt) there is bound to be some soil dwelling viruses that will disagree with the beast.Or it could choke. This is of course unfortunate, as you will nedd to purchase a new towel.If the Bugblatter Beast of Traal dodges the towel, it is advised you get down on your knees and pray for salvation from your higher being of choice - This won't be of any use of course, but it's something to do.If you are an athiest, you could always spend your time wishing you are correct, lest you are cursed to spent enternity in uncomprehensible pain.Uncomprhensible that is, to all except those who have entered the total perspective vortex, to whom the aforementioned uncomprhensible pain would be 'a walk on a custom built Magrathean pleasure planet'-as the often used phrase goes- in comparison to what they have suffered')


I shall explain my blashemy thusly : The book is supposed to be calming and i think that Fry's voice has a more soothing quality than Peter Jones'

(The book has also has this to say as on the topic of defence:
Humour can also be used as a form of defence, distracting your opponent from the inital reason for the aggression. It does help, of course,if you are a Golden Galaxy award winning comedian. Even if you do happen to be in this position you should keep these points in mind: A brief look at the highest rating comedies across the galaxy proves that many sentient being have no sense of humour, also the growing trend across the galaxy to sit around doing next to nothing watching others sit around doing next to nothing proves that many sentient beings are in fact, not sentient - See other uses for your towel: weeping into it in desperation at the way the galaxy is headed-)

Hey I said this was blasphemy- Why not go the whole hog? ;)

you'll understand once you've seen it

there's an advert before hand that to a brit, is as useless as suncream at wimbledon. Didn't risk skipping, but it's worth it.  


 

Link: http://video.ugo.com/player.aspx?articleID=13939&ref=ts" target="_blank">share and enjoy (or stick your head in a pig,  whi

Prize - Zoolander DVD (personally I don't like it, but plenty of people have said it's funny, so it could just be me) don't know at the mo, but I'll come up with sumatt. you should include a pic at least. Brief history a bonus. Don't worry if you can't draw, you can always use heromachine like what i did.
(Oh, and Bolt if enter you can't use Whistler)

Here's my example:

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Charles Bluth was born to mother cold and distant to towards him, she didn't want him, a distaction her beloved fighting ,he'd reckoned.Without a real mother, he had to grow up fast. Stonehead,his mother's boyfriend and leader of the local mutant army regiment said he could become a captain or more. But Charles wasn't interested,all the war meant to him was it  meant he didn't have a mother. As soon as possible he escaped earth, esaped the animosity between mutants and norms to become A strontium Dog, though with his looks and fleet footedness he was perhaps inevitablely given the nickname of Strontium Cat.

Link: http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heromachine2/heromachine2.asp" target="_blank">Heromachine

There' also some other interesting HHG movie info as well (the sound didn't work on the trailer for, but its better than nothing)

Link: http://www.douglasadams.se/forum/viewtopic.php?t=2288" target="_blank">scroll down and you'll get to it

I'm a little bored,so I've started a thread that'll hopefully be a long running one. The idea of it is that someone writes part of a story and the next person continues it (kindda obvious, but anyway)

I'll begin...


Alex walked to the apartment slowly, he didn't want to be there, but nobody else wanted to either.He had the skills, he had a job to do. Alex entered quietly, he didn't know why the killer would have gone ages ago, if there was a killer.

The apartment was clean and well ordered,there was no sign of struggle,and there was no burglary,but there was James Samson lying in the corner of the room, the breath of life long gone from his body. The was decorated with many cheap but tasteful decorations. James Samson may have been poor, but it was clear that he had his pride.

Alex looked over James body, no cut or strangulation marks anywhere. That didn't rule out poisoning, but whether forced or taken through suicide it didn't tally with the notes he had on James. by all accounts he was friendly, happy go lucky without a bad word to say against anyone, hardly the type to attract murderers or to fall into a bout of depression.

There must be something, Alex thought, and he searched the living room to see if there were any clues, and went it into the bedroom. The curtain was drawn so he couldn't see.He opened them up, bringing light. Bringing shock. He should have learnt by now never to judge someone by their cover notes. There by the window was a  obsidian  carving of two winged daemons fighting. It was no Goth curio, that carving would never appear on any kind of market. There was only one way  Samson could have gotten that icon. All at once the death made sense. All at once Alex Reardon was scared...

Pleas contine

Okay he didn't spam here, it was the review message board, damn rude anyway

the more the better

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Link: http://www.2000adreview.co.uk/forum/index.php?showtopic=759&view=getnewpost" target="_blank">the offending bit of disgusting processed meat

I'm a relative newbie, I'm not interested in collecting every single prog, but I'd like all the progs from the beginningt of the brothers of blood story arc to my first issue  (1384- The Shaun of the Dead prog), just so im up to speed with current events. Obviously I'm willing to pay. Any one with the relavent progs spare/going ?    

From Aol TV listings

"Big Brother winner Nadia Almada presents a countdown of the top 50 moments from reality TV shows, voted for by five viewers."

err, see the title...

(pimping should be one of the drop down subjects really)

JAMARA


Jamara was flying over green fields, looping and soaring with ease; in the distance he saw tall white ornate buildings. He flew over to look and saw that they were decorated with the red suns, symbol of the Aldorian Empire. Just below him walked a man. Unlike Jamara his skin was not brown, his hair was not black, his skin was pale and his hair was long and blond. He dressed in the finest clothes made from white fur and decorated with patterns of gold. Suddenly the Aldorian stopped walking, turned around and looked up at Jamara, looked at him with his cold blue eyes.      

Jamara slowly opened his eyes to as the loud blare of conch horns. It was time to fish.  He lazily put his hand under the bed for his fish leathers, and slowly put them on walking around his tiny sleeping cubicle as he did, his brown skin contrasted with the ebony of the sea dragon bones that made all the ship. The strong smell of salt and fish always permeated the ship. Not that he knew anything else, he was a Ghoti, all he'd known was the sea.  Jamara sighed and stared in the direction of the bone ladder, but looking at nothing particular, lost in his thoughts as he rubbed his right elbow. The priests always said that the great sea goddess Hydraku had decreed that no Ghoti was to put a foot on dry land; she also decreed that no Ghoti was to use magic, not that you could over water.

"Jamara! Get up her we've got to get our quantity of fish, everybody else is already out their boat netting."
Jamara looked up to see his work partner Kilamaro looking down at him. Kilamaro's muscular body was completely shaved, like all the really religious Ghoti. Jamara couldn't remember the last time he'd shaved like that, in fact his beard was beginning to grow quite substantially.  Jamara breathed deep again
"Great Goddess Jamara!"
"Alright, alright I'm coming. Keep your scales on!"

Up on the large deck the wind whistled, the cold salty air woke Jamara from his stupor.
"Well there's only one boat left, lets get going." Kilamaro raced across to boat, Jamara walking at a more leisurely pace. Kilamaro was already in the boat when Jamara arrived.
"And your father is the great Sondoro the high priest? "Kilamaro said incredulously shaking his head.
"If you want, we can always swap."
"May the Great Goddess have mercy on your soul, it's your only chance."

Finally they were out on the ivory boat rowing towards the crowd of small vessels, Jamara facing Kilamaro and out towards the clutch of vessels, and beyond that he could just see a lush green isle of the Aldorian Empire.
? Do you ever wander what it's like living there? ?
"Where?" asked Kilamaro turning his head "Aldoria? They're just land dwelling magic using heathens there."
Now it was Kilamaro that sighed. "Why was I cursed with your partnership, Jamara?"
? My father reckoned that you'd be a good influence." Kilamaro gave a bitter little laugh.
"Great Goddess!" Kilamaro cursed. "They're all leaving." He said as all the fishing boats started rowing past them back to the ship.
"They look like they're rowing fast."
Kilamaro looked into the water and saw they had reached the shoal. "Well there's still plenty of fish left. Get the net, Jamara."
"I'm not sure..."
"Do you want to wallow in sloth all your life?"
"It's not that, the others did leave quickly."  
"Quickly compared to your rowing I'm sure. Get the net so we might actually catch our quota for a change."
Soon they were both hard at work hauling up fish, Jamara if only to keep up with his partner.
"Yes!" Exclaimed Kilamaro after about half an hour of sweaty work. "We'll definitely get the quota at this rate."
"If it's all right with you, I'll just lie down for a moment." Jamara said wiping his brow, almost collapsing into the hull.

The boat shook, Kilamaro almost toppling and joining Jamara.
"Don't say we've run aground. There aren't any atolls around here are there??
"Nnnn." Jamara shook his head.
"What is it?" Kilamaro saw Jamara's eyes widen. Turning round Kilamaro saw what it was, the large dark scaled head of a sea dragon, on top of a long muscular neck.
"We've got to go!" Shouted Kilamaro "We've got to go!" Cold sweat ran down his now.
"But Sea Dragons are sacred! They are the children of Hydraku!"
The dragon opened its large yellow eyes as Kilamaro began to kneel down in prayer. The beast latched its eyes on Kilamaro. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Jamara swore that the dragon fangs broke out in a cruel smile. He began to scramble out of the boat into the cold water, guilt mixing with fear as he abandoned his partner. He swam as fast as he could despite the numbness brought on by the fear and the cold. He tried to cut out the noise of crunching bones, noise of the screams.

Jamara was beginning to tire, the waters where getting choppier and but he had not yet reached the ship. It was so cold. Yawning, he fought the desire to go to sleep. He didn't want to risk being the sea dragon's next meal.  It might be true that those who died this way went straight to Hydraku's heavenly realm, but they probably wouldn't be too friendly with non-believers, not if the good and true Ghoti were anything like Sondoro.

He spotted a rock jutting up slightly from the waves. He clambered on the rock, to rest his muscles a while. He closed his eyes, for longer than he wanted, as he had the dream again of flying through Aldoria. He tried to changed what he did, how he flew. But he couldn't, Most of all he tried to turn o from the Aldorian's cold stare, it just seemed to penetrate even more.

He was woken by shouts of  "Sinner!"
It was Domari, priest in training. He was another puritan. Short, fat and hairless he was like a baby, except he screamed more
"Were you sent to look for me and Kilamaro? "
"Yes, but I won't be taking you back now you have sinned!"
"Idiot!"  Jamara muttered as he dived into the water and swam towards the boat. Domari tried to row away and hit Jamara with his oar as he tried to get in. Domari couldn't do both at once, so Jamara was able to get in, and hit Domari with his fist. Domari cowered   whimpering  "Sinner."
"I know Hydraku forbids going on land outside saying litanies for beached Sea Dragons, but I think she'll forgive me seeing I was only on that rock a short while to catch my breath and stop drowning."
She probably could forgive him that one sin, he'd be punished enough from his other sins. He wasn't a true believer. He didn't respect his father or priest, sinning twice with one thought and he'd abandoned a true Ghoti.
"Come on, lets see if we can find Kilamaro. I owe him that much."

The rowed together in silence until Jamara spied the sunken wreck beneath the waves.
"So, he was eaten by a sea Dragon."
"You knew there was a Sea Dragon?"
"Yes all the simpleton fishermen who were afraid of it told of it," continued Domari. "With such a death, he is truly blessed."  

They arrived back at the ship awaited by Jamara's father, tall and stern. He looked imposing with his deliberate facial scarring in the shape of sacred Ghoti symbols and his official Sea Dragon cloak, only worn by Ghoti high priests.  He looked down on Jamara as he tied the boat to the ship. Anger filled his eyes. "You've done it again, haven't you?"
Jamara didn't reply, he knew what his father's response would be. He just concentrated on tying the knot and avoiding the high priest's gaze.  
"You've killed him!? He shouted , eyes becoming red. "Just like you killed your mother!"
"I didn't kill him and I didn't kill mother! It was your damn sacred Sea Dragons!"
"Really? It wasn't your fault? If you hadn't been late out fishing, Kilamaro would have been back with the rest of the men. If you hadn't have been frolicking in that night time storm when you where eight, your mother wouldn't have gone up on deck to get try and get you, she wouldn't have been blow over board into the maw of a sea dragon." His eyes were streaming with tears.
"I know what happened to mum, I saw her drown and the dragon dive down after. I saw it, I saw it all!" Jamara's eyes were red also, he sighed. ?I saw it all.?
"Now, now," said Domari. "There's no need for you to cry, remember what you said at young Gilara's service. 'Those who died by the tooth and claw of the sea dragon, make a noble sacrifice, feeding Hydraku's children, and Hydraku will not forget such a sacrifice in the next life.'
?Shut up you idiot." said   Sondoro. ?The only reason you're my apprentice is that Kilamaro was so humble, he reckoned he wasn't good enough to become part of the priest hood!?
?And as for you, ? said the high priest, returning his gaze to his son ?As for you? I've had enough, enough! Tomorrow you will pay.?
Sondoro turned to the crew. ?Raise the anchor and open the sails, we go now.?

Jamara didn't fly that night, he was too sick with worry over how his father would make him pay. He just sat in the dark with his thoughts. Think back to times when it wasn't like this, before Sondoro blamed him for the death.

What he remembered was her smile. She always seemed calm; it was almost like she had an aura of serenity. He still had his faith back then, he remembered being mesmerised by his father's sermons, he didn't understand all of what he said back then- but the flow of his words, and his performance, they captivated him. Despite all this, he wasn't averse to a little bit of heresy, not when it was the stories that his mother used to tell, of a blind race of creatures that lived underground, carving out their buildings with great claws, or on another world still, where four eyed reptilian people hunted on vast plains, their skin changing colour as camouflage, or when it was teaching him the words of the heathen land dwelling peoples, feeling funny on his tongue.

One day see showed him something beautiful, a silver staff covered in glyphs of amazing precision and some gems that in his or her hand glowed of and on. She said it was from age past, when men knew many more things.  She said that it would be of no use to his father, so that if she should die, it should go to him.

That brought back the painful memories of her death, the destructive force of her he should love, destroying the one in his heart that he truly loved.  

Sondoro took the staff. In his hands the gems never glowed.

The next morning he was ordered by to the deck, his vest was torn from his back and his hands were tied together behind his back by the punisher, fish leathers covering his entire face, and taken to the temple stage. All work had stopped, it seemed the whole of the ship was here to watch the show

There stood his father, clutching the staff as he always did on ceremonial occasions, and read out Jamara's crimes and punishments.

"Jamara Sondorom, you have been found guilty of murder and will full abandonment of our dear, loyal, pious friend Kilamaro Frinoram, the dereliction of duty and of setting foot on solid land."
There were some gasps from the audience.
?In respect of these sins," Sondoro continued. "I believe my punishment is minor. Forty lashes."
The punisher began his work. Jamara winced as the welts grew, but he couldn't help thinking that maybe he had gone off lightly.
"Also," said his father. "Jamara shall be banished from the kingdom of the Ghoti, I shall inform all other high priests, so Jamara will find no rest on any of our ships. If he chooses the life of the heathen, he shall live with the heathen, free from the absolution of Hydraku, the Great Goddess.  

Jamara didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was banished from the life he knew, but was free to go to the place he wanted, he could find out if any of his mother's stories were true.

He was put in one of the small boats and released, as the ship raised anchor and sailed away. Jamara headed for a green island not too far distant. His Aldorian was more than a little bit rusty, but he hoped he would cope.
     

aiiee me too

Okay, I know it ain't gonna happen while GW aren't the ones doing 2000AD minatures/games. But if it was done, I reckon it could be done really well, for the same reason that the Dredd/Batman crossover worked (droids versed in both universes) If it was just some Chaos Space marine rampaging through MC1 or similar could too easily be just be a crappy villain of the week thang.

I reckon there would be more depth in a story which featured comparing and contrasting MC1 and Imperium justice, the imperium making the MC 1 Justice Department look like raving socialist lefties.

opinions from those who know the Warhammer 40k universe ?

He's gone for the wrong reasons, and it won't make any real diference to policy, but still...

Link: http://politics.guardian.co.uk/homeaffairs/story/0,11026,1374464,00.html" target="_blank">Blunkett's gone

I guess your moniker refers to the musical Gonzo, rather than the Muppety Gonzo, but to be on the safe side:

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Just say which icon you want (if any) and Max will sort it out for you