Actually, most of the students here have a lot of last minute work to do for hand in dates this week, might b similar for southampton uni. I'm guessing they'll make up for it at the weekend though ;)

Perhaps there were lots of people, they were just sneakily watching you Jimmy ;)

Southampton was silent last night. It was very unsettling. I was walking through the city centre at about 11pm and there was no-one about at all... the bars looked nearly empty...

I am so going to fall asleep in a minute, I'm just the right temperature and sat in the short loan section which is very quiet today :P

The effect is Filter -> Pixelate -> Color Halftone under PS 7. Any effect which causes colours to be put down in monochrome dots or splodges of varying sizes is a form of halftoning. It's how most printing presses work. </useless factiod>

Anyone know how you get this effect (the one on his head that looks like a highly magnified bit of something colour printed)? I've got no copy of Photoshop here to look if it's in that, and I suspect it might be...

There are far too many uses of the pronoun "he" in that excerpt. Methinks a little more qualification of which character was doing what to whom would have helped readability immensely. Mebbes that's just me, though.

EAR OF ARRICORN: Vol. IV
by Kram

The lone stranger turned towards the herdsman, still quaffing his grog. A bloodshot eye stared out from under his dark mask. A nervous twitch pulled at the muscle of his leathery cheek. 'Ha!' laughed the herdsman as he waddled up to the bar, 'I do not believe the tall tales told of the ShadowLanders'. I believe them to be lies! I think they have less than half the warrior's blood that flows through my little toe!' The Nobbit snorted at his own remark, but looked disappointed when the others did not laugh with him. He turned back and stared at the stranger straight in the knee. 'For those who do not believe this, I will prove it by shedding some yellow DarkLander blood!'

Quickly, he drew his great dagger-like sword. Before the Nobbit could strike, the stranger grabbed the herdsman by the tattoo, and easily lifted him into the air. As the Nobbit began to open his mouth to cry out, the DarkLander shoved his massive fist down the herdsman's gullet. The stranger took a quick pull, and turned the Nobbit in-side-out. He dropped the bloody mess on the bar. Upon seeing this, some one gave the ancient herdsman warning cry; 'Let us move the flock out of here!' The tavern was instantly cleared.

Bugger. Busted.

Though to be fair, that has to have been the first time I've seen the City Centre by daylight in quite some time.

Don't act all innocent. Just today I definitely saw you having a real life.

Real life? What's that?

Wow, I almost forgot this place exsisted due to me being real busy with college and 'real life' Hope everyone is well and enjoying the sun...

Hmm. I might let you off, then.

The rest of you muppets, however, are slackers.

Linda said she probably couldn't make it, Rob threatened that he was probably going to curl up into a ball and start shaking, and then Tom told me that actually I *was* required at that gig after all.

And why not? I was about to put that date on my calendar.

We haven't done a social in aaages. *slaps Jimbly*

Edit: I no longer suggest a get together on Sunday.