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I've reached a unanimous and unequivocal decision. Windows 10 is officially the worst update of their OS that Microsoft has ever unleashed onto an innocent unsuspecting public. I'm genuinely convinced at this point that the company has ceased to be a human endeavour and instead become a nebulous wellspring of monstrous spite and cosmic hate. I've been having problems with my printer in the last few months, I couldn't get my printer settings to recognize my particular model and thus I cannot print word documents, web pages, etc. My sisters much more tech-savvy fiancé recommended that I check Canon's website for any updates that could fix the problem. Turns out that for no obvious reason whatsoever the Pixma iP3600 literally won't work on Windows 10! I suppose I ought to be equally pissed with Canon for not having the foresight to accommodate Microsoft's arbitrary weirdness, but really at this point I don't think anyone in possession of a human brain can collaborate, predict or even fathom Microsoft's eldritch mindset anymore. Canon's website simply and ambiguously states "this issue is being investigated and we hope to have these drivers available soon". I guess for now my OTHERWISE PERFECTLY FUNCTIONAL PRINTER will just have to sit on my desk taking up space, and I have the outré alien horror our simple hominid brains perceive as Windows 10 to thank for it! I'm half tempted to go around Bill Gates house and fight him in his giant Tron house. I know you've brought this up before, and I leaned more on the side of permitting all forms of disability equal opportunity in education, but I might of changed my mind ever so slightly on the matter. This guy sounds like he has severe behavioural problems and should probably be given an alternative outlet for schooling. Not just because he is going to be an obvious disruptive element for you and other students in a way that a simple learning/physical disability wouldn't be, but surely for his own benefit too. It seems evident from what you've said that he would find a mainstream classroom setup difficult to contend with, through no fault of his own, and might thrive under specialist supervision.

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I loved this game, but even I thought the character casting and voice acting was pretty appalling, veering into sub-original Resident Evil dialogue territory at times. If it wasn't for horrifying enemy and location design, the unavoidably awesome premise of a world distorted by the mind of a madman, and genuinely tough gameplay that awarded caution and determination on your part, some of the "artistic" choices made with the plot and characters would of been a serious detractor for me.

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You really struggle with the concept of subjective taste, don't you mate. I think you missed the keyword of my post: prefer You really struggle with the concept of not taking shit I post seriously. Look at the title of the thread? Without even realizing (or intending) it, you are the funniest person on this forum Username. Never stop being an edgelord, man.

^ French is a beautiful language. :3 Illustration by Tim Colmant

I have a cold. How it is possible for a human being to eject so much snot? It isn't natural I tell you! ^ An artist's impression of the contents of my nose this morning.

"If I think really hard, I should be able to come up something Username's avatar would say". [/fifteen minutes later] "...mmmmmnope, I've got nothing...".

You really struggle with the concept of subjective taste, don't you mate.

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You look familiar. I'm going to bump you just I like I bumped this thread.

"Your lips say no, but your butt says YES..."

What compliments did you decide I was angling for? "Gee willickers Ben! You did a great job of nailing the Fat BNP Supporter look" or "way to look like a paedophile! We're so proud of you!". Give me some credit Username.

Sara Barker, Minerva made a dream to order Patterns she saw as signs (2015)

Five Sisters Against The Tsar by Restive Plaggona

No Man's Sky: Despite all the disappointment and controversy regarding Hello Game's sincerity about the final product, I'm actually enjoying it. It has enormous problems admittedly, the inventory being one of the biggest bugbears you'll have to contend with on a annoyingly regular basis. Something I don't like is the way in which some items you'll need in order to install new tech for your exosuit or ship never appear to be for sale, whether on the galactic market or from random aliens you trade with. Do I need to start breaking into locked equipment and storage areas? I also wish there was a better means of locating specific resources. Randomly flying around every planet your warp drive can reach, vainly scrutinizing the terrain for familiar minerals and objects loses its appeal rather quickly. I always end up needing to find hard-to-source metals like platinum and aluminium that I rarely find just sitting on the surface of a discovered planet. It's when I give up trying to advance the game's extremely vague plot (there is one, believe it or not) and trying to fix/build/craft anything that I have the most fun, rambling about a newly discovered world and scanning the local plants and animals, either giving them the most plausibly scientific names I can imagine, or otherwise christening them with Homestar Runner-esque names like the lethal "Thunder Buttsploders" or the lovable "Goop Yoo Kaboos" of planet Lister. I've also yet to tire of giving the planets and star systems absurd literary and comedy themes.

"You know if this was a horror film, this would be the perfect place to get ambushed by ghost with a big face. Luckily that doesn't happen in real life! Ha ha ha ha... ha... heee..."

Yet another beloved yet obscure celebrity that I alone probably care about apparently kicked the bucket yesterday. The English actress Jean Alexander, best known for playing Hilda Ogden in Coronation Street but later in life cherished as Auntie Wainwright in the sitcom Last of the Summer Wine, the acquisitive and pushy junk shop owner of the programs village of Holmfirth setting.

Don't sweat it, I get that a lot. I realize that I look national socialist but essentially have the personality of Yellow Monkey from Ape Escape 2. I'm like a fat working class Charles Saatchi.

I am a patron for the IKON Gallery in Birmingham, certainly my favourite art gallery. Mind you I largely do that for the shop discount and the free exhibition catalogues! Same question.

Maybe it's about time I ruin this particular thread with my ugly mug, you guys are all gorgeous by the way. I can't say many recent photographs of me exist because I don't own any cameras or a even a modern mobile phone, and I'm not really one for taking selfies. But I have a couple of pictures taken within the last three years or so. I apologize about the size of the images but I can't be bothered with attempting to edit them on photobucket. I feel I should warn any faint-hearted viewers that both images contain enormous quantities of pseudoneckbeardery. I think my older brother took this one, if I ever actually get around to starting some bullshit power electronics music project then this tower will be suitably grimly industrial for a promo shot. If I recall correctly then that tower was one of those indoor skydiving places, which is essentially a giant air turbine which people pay actual human currency to willingly leap into. It was an early birthday present for my dad who had always wanted to give it a go. Now this one was definitely taken by my younger sister (a fellow art nerd and irrepressible hipster) at an exhibition titled The Nature of the Beast at the New Art Gallery Walsall. I feel a little scummy for laying an unworthy hand on Patricia Piccinini's gloriously Silent Hill-esque Sphinx sculpture, but there were no assistants around at the time and I saw an photographic opportunity. All of my best friends are obscure vaguely-vulvic looking artworks!

I'd forgotten about this thread entirely! Thanks for the thread necromancy Collective Foal. Django Fontina I saw rain in Galilee. I saw rain in Lauterbrunnen. In the Black Forest apple-sized hailstones smashed through the windscreens of abandoned cars. In Egypt, from a hot air balloon, I saw a funeral - a body in a white sheet lowered into the sand. In Hong Kong, a man covered in bees. In Italy, the international space station flew by three nights in a row, becoming unremarkable. - Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty

"The Secret, if there is one, must be far more profound. People plant bombs on buses because they're looking for God." - John Duncan, The Error

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