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strixus
strixus is a toothbrush that fetches sticks!

ookamiryuu
ookamiryuu is like a normal burger carton, but it turns your lights on and off.

Ness
Ness is like a normal shoe-shiner, but it detects explosives.

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Session 14


Which CowBoy BeBop Session Are You?

Session 14:
"That's right. Hex is no longer here. Here we merely have an old man that loves games." - Spike
Computer, board, pencil and paper, you are a fan of gaming on all levels.
You own more systems and controllers than you know what to do with.
It's all about enjoyment isn't it?
What's the point of life if you can't enjoy yourself, and you just happen to enjoy the challange of a good game.
Something you enjoy even more than a good game is a good opponent.
Playing against someone who you can spend countless hours lost in a game with would be your soul mate.

Guardian Unlimited Observer | Magazine | You shone like the sun

You shone like the sun

Syd Barrett was the prodigiously talented founder of Pink Floyd, but after just two years at the centre of the 60s psychedelic scene, he suffered a massive breakdown and has lived as a recluse ever since. In this extract from his candid new book, Tim Willis tracks him down and pieces together the story of rock's lost icon


Syd... be well. Some of us still love you.

Sort of Shivery

Sometimes, life just kind of hangs. I have all sorts of work I should be doing, school work mainly, but for the life of me, none of it matters enough for me to work on right now. Going through my head, and playing on winamp, is 'Riders on the Storm', and "House of the Rising Sun" making me feel like I should be sitting in a smokey west coast bar from the '40's, drinking scotch and watching the rain fall.
I have been thinking of that sort ot noir beauty allot lately. Watching rain fall like tears and the smoke rise like a listless snake off the end of a cigarette - maybe it comes from the fact I grew up with the same heros as those children from the 30's and 40's ... the Shadow, and Sam Spade. Now I listen to Rouge's Gallery every night on tape, and dream dreams of flat foot beat cops, gumshoe detectives, and platinum blonds who are both innocent and evil.
There in the world of the PI, good shone through even the filth that covered the underworld he lived in, either from choise or necessity. Making ends meet from case to case, the occasional case which paid for far more than it should, most other cases not paying at all. There is a quiet, beautiful nobility about the noir detective's life.
Perhapse, it is that nobility I am longing for within myself, if not a cigarette and a shot of cheep scotch.