I don't have a question (at least not one that it's reasonable to expect you guys to answer) - but I *do* want to say thank you. I haven't enjoyed a game series this much since Baldur's Gate.

I wonder if the nose is adjustable to resemble your own in size? Mine's TINY (and I get carsick - I wonder if there's causation there), and I am pretty sure I would be aware of something like the big hooter in the pictures.

Occasionally - very occasionally - I am very pleased to be 39 and married for more than a decade.

Yup - specifically the Supermud, which, as far as I can make out, is made out of powdered fairy bones.

Thank you!

and sanitized the shelf she had her foot propped up on.

Can I just say how much I love living in the UK, where a giant foofy petticoat carries absolutely no subtext beyond the fact that I really like wearing giant foofy petticoats to parties.

So, so shallow of me, but I mourn the younger, dressed-up-as-a-Roman Russell Crowe. These days he looks less like an energetic and muscular demi-god, and more like one of my Dad's friends.

Thank you - that's really helpful. I am bankrupting myself on GlamGlow; it works a treat for me, and I haven't been able to find an alternative that's cheaper yet.

I remember when Robbie left Take That, and people I believed to be otherwise completely sane behaved *exactly like this*. There are strange, strange things lurking in the developing frontal cortexes of teenage girls.

I understand from the Bioware forums that that glitchy mosaic piece is bugged; I hope they fix it in a patch soon.

Meh - horses for courses. I loved it; I'm on my third playthrough, not remotely bored, and am happily, horribly immersed in the game universe.

#notallmen, ammirite?

Ok, cat peeps: how do I teach my (admittedly, very dim) cats to high five? That's both bro-tastic and one of the most splendid things ever. My friends would all die of jealousy if they saw my cat high-fiving me.

Her writing is full of imagery but seriously needs some workshopping.

This Audience idea sounds like it was made for trolls. Which I am sure is not the developer's intention.

Weeeeel....yes, you have a point; but your soul mate is unlikely to be the person who spends six months saying "NO. GO AWAY" to you repeatedly.

I read some of the reports in the English papers (the Times is behind a paywall, sadly, or I'd link to it), where the owner was interviewed and was very specific: apparently the vet found poison *sewn* into cubes of beef in the dog's stomach, some of which hadn't digested sufficiently for the poison to be absorbed by…

Autres temps, autres mœurs, I guess - but it does bother me that *nowadays* your family doesn't see anything wrong with it.

Quite. Spore sucked balls. EA made The Sims what it is. The last Sim City game gave me feelings of homicidal rage and an awful desire for lebensraum. Maxis stayed around for longer than they deserved.