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I s'pose it depends on the situation itself, and whether or not he's come to terms with the fact that she's dead. If he hasn't, then it would be, yes.

Only mebbeh?

Crumbs, I've not used Finale for years. It had a fantastic MIDI sound library, IIRC.

You'd probably like http://fawm.org/ Takes place every February. Great way to get the creative juices flowing.

So, does anyone else here (aside from me) write music for entertainment as well as stories? Just wondering, as the muse I mentioned the other day decided to hand me this track on a plate this evening. So, yeah. Post something, if you have got anything. I'm interested to hear what some of the authors here write to go alongside their stories.

The word you're after is pâtissier (pâtissière for a woman), although 'pastry chef' is perfectly acceptable. I'd just go with 'pastry chef', TBH. Pâtissier is a pain in the jacksie to type on a non-French keyboard. Also, I've added this to my list as it sounds like it could be rather amusing.

Beautiful Thing. Still makes me cry when I watch it. Favourite gay comedy is 9 Dead Gay Guys. It's pure genius, and uses stereotypes fantastically to demonstrate exactly why they're ridiculous and completely unreliable. Oh, and there's The Rules of Attraction too, which isn't really a gay movie per sé, but it does have a large gay element to the plot, which is peppered with one-liners and grenade moments that will have you crying with laughter half the time, and with sadness and empathy the rest. Throw in a liberal helping of cringeworthiness, and the whole thing is well worth watching.

Oh, maaaan, now I've got to get lemonade out of my nose. D: Cia reminded me about this one, which I think I read in Love Storm (look it up on Amazon. It's probably the worst chick lit ever written), earlier: "She shivered as she felt the folds of her skirt press against the folds of her sweet, moist gash." >.<

Is it me, or is it suddenly very warm in here? *fans face with a newspaper*

Hahaha! xD <3 Aww, I loved that film.

Yeah, I'm actually looking to move out of London soon—possibly to somewhere in Kent, as it's got a fast commuter train straight into St Pancras, which is very near where the new job is (Camden Town). I think that will help a lot. Also, wherever I move to would have to have a garage, which I'd set up a microbrewery in to play around with different ideas I've got. I have thought about waiting a few more years before going into this, but by then things will probably be a lot more difficult to change, as Quonos10 says. Although, hopefully no babies for me by that point. It's difficult, really.

Blimey…I might be poking at the Godiva device by saying this, but I'm really shocked to read a post from someone who's 21 talking about his ex-wife. Maybe I'm just incredibly naïve, but I kinda think that 21 is far too young for someone to have gotten married, let alone divorced. Hell, my best friend from my high-school days isn't marrying her 6'4" Royal Marine boyfriend until next year, and my 28-year-old cousin didn't marry his wife until last year, so... :s Although this is WAAAAY off the point, so apologies. >.<

Oh, what I wouldn't give for a video of Djokovic and Nadal 'relaxing' after the final at Wimbledon… *faints*

Aaagh! You just reminded me about 'mangina' >.<

OK, so, that's probably a bit of a confrontational topic title, but it actually really does sum up how I'm feeling right now. I'm a PHP programmer in London, and, to be frank, I really don't enjoy my job. I want to open a vineyard in Catalunya, but that's going to need me to have saved up at least £15,000 to do. Now, I should point out that, whilst I like drinking wine (and spirits, and anything alcoholic, TBH ), what I really love is writing music and experimenting with creating unusual beverages (sometimes at the same time ). I've come up with at least one unusual sparking wine which I believe is mass marketable, and at least one liqueur which needs only a little work. (That was in conjunction with a friend, who is a licensed distiller. ) I hate my current job. Well, I lie a bit, actually. I start my 'current' job when I land back in London tomorrow morning. I'm currently in Barcelona, and I ended my previous job on Friday 7th October, 2011. The problem I've got is that I've been to Barcelona 5 times, and I've visited Valencia once and Galicia twice. Each time, I've fallen more in love with the region, and each time I've been to Barcelona I've found it increasingly hard to leave. And every time, I've been reminded more of why I hate London. In Catalunya (and especially Mallorca) people will greet you on the street, even if they don't know you. In London, people will walk past you, even if you're screaming for help even if you've torn all the tendons in your legs. (Personal experience there…) So, I know I should keep my job for at least long enough to buy some land to start my dream vineyard, but, honestly, I hate London, and I really don't enjoy my job, so, what should I do?

Well, as long as she doesn't rub their hot spots in public! --- Not a phrase, but the word 'moist' always just sounds disgusting to me. Moist. Bleurgh. "Lucinda sensuously licked her lips and closed them around the slice of cake she held in her hand. It was chocolatey and moist, like her knickers." >.<

I was in a gym class at school, and the teacher had us run from one side of the gymnasium to the other as a warm-up, touching the wall until she blew her whistle, when we'd run back to the other wall, and so on and so forth. One wall had a crash-mat leaning against it. After about five runs, on a return journey, the crash-mat fell to the ground. About five of us were running directly towards it. The four kids either side of me all jumped at the same time, and continued running on top of the crash mat. I jumped a bit late, caught my foot on the edge of the crash mat, and knocked myself out by hitting my forehead against the airbrick wall. >.< I was only out for a couple of seconds, but in that couple of seconds my forehead came up in the most massive lump you've ever seen in your life. It really did look like someone had stuck a raw beef burger to my forehead. xD I've still got a funny scar where the impact was to this day, and this was well over 10 years ago. -- Haha! Oh, how I wished that was true.

I've just come out of an open relationship with a lovely guy. I broke it off, because I realised I was staying with him for the sake of saying "I have a boyfriend" rather than because the relationship made me happy. I realised about a year ago that I no longer loved him, and I spent that time putting off the inevitable, and when I eventually did tell him, it was when I was drunk and I made such a mess of it that he rarely speaks to me any more. I don't think I'd try it again, because it just didn't really work out for me. Sure, it was nice to be able to drag other people home either on my own or together, but I don't think that makes up for having someone you love and who is yours to go home to at the end of the day.

It. *shudders* I hate that film so much. I mean, Clowns are creepy at the best of times, but It makes them terrifying. Also, I love Asian horror films like The Eye, Ju-On and Ringu. They will always be scary. In fact, they're scarier than a lot of high-budget films I've seen because the low budgetness makes them cut and direct in a more indirect way, so you often don't see when someone gets eaten or similar. You just hear it instead, and your imagination fills in the gaps. That's what makes a horror film, Hollywood!

Haha, I was going to reply to this with an article from The Onion, but someone already pointed out that it's a satirical site. If you've got a few hours free, and you want a laugh, that site's brilliant to read. The articles are so well-written that they really could be a lustful missionary's miserly missives that massively miss the point.

Ah, damn. I can't wait for Assassin's Creed Revelations to come out on Steam. I keep having to flap at friends who accidentally nearly spoil it. I seem to mostly be playing Minecraft and Dead Island at the moment. Well, and World of Goo, because it's still awesome. And if you haven't played it, VVVVVV is a fantastic old-school arcade game with an amazing soundtrack that will have you addicted within a few minutes, and ragequitting after half an hour.

I've identified as gay since I came out, but recently I notice I'm surprising a lot of my friends with comments like "She's really hot" and similar things. I mean, I've always known I'm a strongly male-leaning bisexual, but it's almost like I'm becoming more comfortable with my 'straight' side and coming out as bi. How's that for ironic? I've already met and lost one of the people who could qualify as The One™. However, if The Second One™ comes along, I'm willing to bet that they'll be another guy.

I thought the thing with saying 'loss' instead of 'lose' in Scotland was just a spoken thing, and that it was still written 'lose'? I must admit, the few times I've heard it done, it sounds more to me like 'lose' with the o almost omitted entirely ('luhss'). I'm always having trouble with ridiculous privileges and correspondence. (I'm always spelling it -ance!)