rottentomatoes-shooter: January 2011

Fat City

Got an email from somebody who wanted to know what that body percentage thing was all about–more specifically the fat part.

So.

There are several ways for determining how much of your body is fat and not-fat. When people say "lean mass," that's not quite what they mean, because it includes stuff other than muscle–bones, organs, fluids, nervous and connective tissue, all like that. Not important here.

You can do pinch tests with calipers. There are tests in which you get dunked in water, electronic resistance measure, even MRIs, and you can buy a bathroom scale supposed to determine it if you stand on it barefoot. These vary as to accuracy. Again, the starting accuracy is less important than if it goes down or up.

The mirror test is still the best. You can't be fat and look lean. The abs are a rough measure you can use as a rule-of-thumb: Generally–not always, but generally–at fifteen percent body fat, you can't see 'em. At twelve percent, you can flex, and maybe see them a good overhead light, at least the top four and maybe the bottom pack. At ten percent, you can't miss them. At eight or nine percent, you don't need to flex them, you can see them whenever you look.

People who want to flash a six-pack (not a keg) do better to lose weight overall than to spend too much time working their abs. Doesn't matter how strong they are, if you are more than fifteen percent body fat, they won't show. Spot-reducing usually doesn't work in healthy people.

Ultra low body fat is not a measure of fitness per se. If you are anorexic or bulemic? Not so good. Too skinny can be as bad as too fat, despite the old adage than you can't be too rich or too thin. You can be at least one of those.

For the sake of an example, let's say that you weigh two hundred pounds and you have determined that your body fat percentage is, say, fifteen percent. What that means is that you have thirty pounds of fat and a hundred and seventy pounds of everything else. (There are formulas for separating out the everything else, but they don't concern us for the purpose of this discussion.)

Which means you can do ratios and determine how much you need to lose to get to what percentages. For this example: If you drop ten pounds and it's fat and not muscle, then you will weigh one-ninety, and twenty pounds of that will be fat. Divide it out, and you now carry a little over ten percent body fat.

If you stand in front of a mirror and flex your abs in the light, you will see them. Serious bodybuilders will try to come in at 6-8% body fat, and will look cut at those percentages. Below that, you start to look like a skinned chicken.

You can't get to zero and still walk around. A certain percentage is necessary for cushioning your organs, so a couple-three percent is the basement; you won't see this, it's not under the skin but usually in the thoracic cavity and in dribs and drabs in other spots.

There you you have the quick lesson in blubberology for the day ...

For the Love of Language...

I taught rhetoric when I was a teacher. And I've always been a language and words nerd. It's also quite possible that at one point I learned elvish.

Which is why this is so cool to me.

My favorites are Litost because Kundera's description of the word makes me swoon a little. And Tingo because, I think I want to do that.

A Little Philosophy

Up at the top of this blog there is this:

IF YOU DO THE BEST YOU CAN, NOTHING ELSE MATTERS WORTH A DAMN.

This is one of my philosophical touchstones, and on the face of it, simple. Do the best you can, you can't do any better; do less? Up to to you, but good karma might not accrue as well.

If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well. Take your best shot. Give it the old college try. Don't settle for less. Go big or go home. Swing for the rafters ...

I've always liked the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, those underground comic book characters from the sixties, whose lives revolved around weed, sex, and general hippie-ness. There is one story, starring Freewheelin' Frank, that, in particular, speaks to this topic:

Frank is walking down the street, minding his own business, when he is hassled by a couple of rednecks in a pickup truck. They call him names, and haw-haw! at him.

Clever comeback, he thinks. Why can't I ever think up a clever comeback?

Oh, well. I'll just have to be as clever as I can be, under the circumstances:

"Eat shit and die, motherfuckers!"

Lot of wisdom there ...

White Death Revisited

Back in October of last year, I went in for my physical. Mostly everything was fine, but my bloodwork had a couple elevations -- total cholesterol was up ten points over the line, and the ratio of LDL to HDL was not where I wanted it–LDL is the "bad," stuff, HDL, the "good." And my triglycerides, which had been higher, were still elevated–not dangerously so, but enough to make me frown.

So I did the research and came up with a conclusion–you can read the original post on White Death, here–but the short version is that mostly giving up sugar, and cutting back on alcohol and saturated fats, plus adding in some fish oil, was the way to fix this.

I don't eat much red meat anyhow, but I didn't give up chicken, turkey, fish, or shellfish, i.e., shrimp and crab.

I had intended to wait until the end of February to re-check it, figuring four months was a goodly amount of time to see a difference. I have a CardioChek machine, which is supposed to be + or - 5% accurate when compared to a lab's test. (Less important the exact accuracy than are the results with the same machine over time. A bathroom scale can be off a pound or two, but if you are losing or gaining weight and you use that scale, you will see a drop or rise in the numbers that likely maintain the ratio.)

My wife wanted to get a baseline on her blood, since she started a new diet, so we went ahead and did a check on total cholesterol and triglycerides. (I would have done the HLD/LDL breakout, but those strips were expired, and they won't run after the expiration date.)

A home blood test is considerably cheaper than having it done at the clinic, even if you factor in the one-time cost of the machine itself, which I've had for several years. Strips for the tests run about four and a half bucks each, and usually come in lots of three.

So–can I get a drum roll here?–both my total cholesterol and triglycerides are down.

Cholesterol not so much, but thirty points lower, and well inside the acceptable range even with the + or - margin of error. I'd like to drop it another few points, but moving the right way.

But cutting out White Death? My triglycerides went through the floor–down by more than a hundred and twenty points.

I expected it to drop, but not so much so soon; I'll recheck it another day to be sure–you do these tests 12-hour fasting, by the by–but boy, howdy, am I pleased that giving up sweets paid off. If I'd skipped all that candy, cake, and pie and it hadn't dropped? I'd be pissed.

So, it's anecdotal, but at least in my case, fixing high triglycerides can be done by simple changes in diet. Plus my bodyfat is down. Win-win here.

The Ninja Game walkthrough

The Ninja Game is another point and click evade and get to the goal while avoiding tons of enemy fire and spiky obstacle kind of game on armorgames. Hop around as the tiniest ultimate ninja and get to the portal in one piece - that is if you can avoid lasers, heat seeking rockets and burning lasers.

The game is controlled entirely by mouse so you will only have to ninja click your way to the end of each levels. There are 4 worlds in this game each are consist of progressively challenging levels. Random tip: You may want to master your knife throwing skills - this is your only ally against heat seekers. If you need more hints and strategy, try TNGw The Ninja Game walkthrough from some amazing yt user which covers world 1, 2, 3 and 4 of the game.

Sneak Peak - New Roy

Eventually, the story will be up for e-sale somewhere–Dan has allowed he'd handle it, even though he won't make anything on it. This is why, when you are a short story writer, unless you are Harlan Ellison, you don't go looking for an agent. Ten or fifteen percent of not much is, well, really not much.

But, hereunder the first scene in the new adventures of Roy the Demon, of whom I am growing more fond all the time. Might be a series of stories here, cobbled into a collection, and sold to the movies or TV for big bucks. Someday.

Never know ...

The teaser is Rated-R for language. If you are offended by such–what are you doing here?

A&R

Steve Perry

Roy looked at his hand, then at the table. He had a hidden pair of jacks, and the flop gave him the third, so he’d made a set, hot damn!–but the turn card was a five, and there was a four and a six on the table.

When the river card was flipped up, it was a fucking trey.

Three, four, five, six, right there, bold as fucking brass.

There were half a dozen players: Larry, the swing shift supervisor in the Pit of Boiling Feces; Jeanette, who ran the Pitchfork-in-Ass Torment crew on Six; Billy Joe, from Legal; Solomon, who was in Actors, and Sweet Melissa, also on the South Gate, as was Roy. Melissa was sitting in for Mtumbo, who was visiting relatives in the recently-annexed Echo Park.

Fucking Texas Hold ‘em, and with that river card, somebody had maybe filled out a wheel, all they needed was a deuce or a seven, and that would turn his three jacks into a pile of old dog turds.

Shit.

Roy concentrated on his cards, trying to change one of the jacks into a seven, but outside of a faint shimmer, nothing happened. Lot of cheaters in Hell, and the cards were proof against all but really big magic, which none of the demons at the table had.

Somebody opened the door to the casino, and a flash of bright orange strobed the poker room. Supposed to be a super-nova out there today, and it looked like it had arrived.

Jacks were always scary–lot of chips had gone down the toilet by betting they were good, even three of them, and with eight cards that would give somebody a straight, the smart move would be to muck the jacks and move on to the next hand.

But: Nobody was showing a two or a seven, no pairs high enough to threaten him even if they made a set, and he didn’t see a flush building. No pairs on the board. Crap. What to do?

Roy was just a gate keeper and no math whiz, but he knew there was a good chance that out of five players, somebody got the straight–eight fucking outs?

He needed a minute.

Roy stood and stretched, all seven-and-a-half feet of him, then scratched at his naked crotch.

Jeanette shook her head.

“What?” Roy said.

“I think she’s impressed with your savoir-faire, Roy,” Sweet Melissa said. “You gonna bet or keep playing pocket pool there?”

Roy sat. Nobody was giving him a tell he could read, they were a pretty tight bunch–if after a few million years you couldn’t make a decent poker face, you were hopeless–but maybe nobody tagged the straight? Be a shame to lose the time–there were chips amounting to forty hours already on the table, and the pot could mount up to more than a hundred if somebody wanted to try a bluff to steal it.

In the grand cosmic scheme of things, a week or two wasn’t squat against how long you’d be in Hell, but still, a week lying by a bubbling lake of lava under a warm sulphur breeze was way more fun than watching the gate–knowing that the ancient Mrs. Bentley from next door could show up at the kiosk at any moment to bitch about the hellhounds chasing her fucking cat Sylvester again. Last time that had happened, he’d had to sign a damned Contract to get Baskerville back–a little old lady had collected the fucking hellhound like it was nothing, which told you something right there–and while gate duty was better than stirring hot bubbling feces all day, there was nothing as good as somebody else having to sub for you and letting you do whatever you fucking pleased.

Still, the jacks could be good. He had to at least test the waters here.

“Eighty,” Roy said. He shoved chips into the pot. He was still ahead if he lost this hand.

Solomon raised a furry eyebrow. “You got the seven or the deuce?”

Roy kept his face impassive. He gave Solomon a look. “Bet, and find out.”

Solomon held his gaze for a moment, then grinned. “Nah. Either one beats me.” He tossed his cards into the muck.

Larry and Billy Joe had already folded. Jeanette looked at her cards, shook her head. “I think you’re bluffing Roy, but I’m out.”

So it was just Roy and Sweet Melissa. Maybe she’d fold, too.

She gave him a smile that would freeze boiling tungsten. “I’m all in.”

Well, fuck me with a rusty crowbar!

If he covered her bet, it would put him all in, too, and since he was up in the rotation, he’d be working Melissa’s shift for at least a week, given how the minutes were parsed. It was arcane, how that went, but, hey, it was Hell–everything was arcane. Whaddya gonna do?

“I don’t think you have that straight,” Roy said.

Melissa could have been carved from stone for all her expression showed. Then she smiled again. “You don’t think much at all, Roy, we all know that.”

Three jacks. A good hand with six players, but a straight on the board, lacking one card on either end? It was a gamble.

Then again, if he had to cover her shift, no big deal–it would be the same job, right?

“I call,” Roy said. He laid down his jacks.

And of course, Sweet Melissa, the poxy bitch, flipped over the seven of spades. “My, my. Look at that.”

Ouch.

Oh, well. Roy shook his head. “Win some, lose some.”

Sweet Melissa smiled. “Did I mention that I’ve been transferred? My last shift on the gate was yesterday.”

Roy felt his belly roil, as if something alive and unhappy to be in his stomach decided it was going to claw its way out. “Transferred?”

“Yeah.” She waited a second. Two seconds. “To Music.”

Music?!

“Motherfucker,” Roy said.

“Worse than that,” Melissa said. “I used to work that section, too, and I know.”

Satan's Pork Chops

In our quest for healthy-but-tasty vegetarian things, we have come across seitan, aka "wheat meat," which is made from wheat gluten, and spiced with this and that in an attempt to make it palatable.

Pronounced the same way as "Satan," far as I can tell, thus the clever title. However, I didn't take this as a good sign.

My wife mixed some up. Kind of like falafel.

Sort of.

I confess I was more than a little dubious about this, but what the heck, anything tastes good fried and with enough ketchup, right?

Actually, this stuff does taste pretty good. Not so much itself, but since it takes on the flavors of whatever you mix it with, and it has a kind of chewy, minced-fish texture, we came up with some faux-fish sticks, rolled 'em in flour and corn meal, dropped them into the hot oil, and got something looked like, and pretty much tasted like, Mrs. Paul's best ...

Good enough so I'd eat it again.

Learn something new every day, if you keep the door to your mind open a crack ...

Spontaneity

In the excitement of the new short story and song and all, I forgot to mention something that happened at the most recent jam session of the DFUs.

We were still setting up, adjusting chairs, tuning instruments, like that. Normally, once everybody is ready, we pick a song with which to start. The group has been playing for a while, long before I showed up, and they have a pretty good repertoire. If it's a song we mostly know, somebody counts it down, usually Ian, and we crank. If it's a new one, we pass out copies of the lyrics and chord progressions, decide on a key, and generally, whoever brought it sings the lead and we give it a go.

As we were finishing tuning, I started noodling with the chords for the old folk blues, "House of the Risin' Sun." Been around forever, that one, and it got to the top forty in the mid-sixties, with the version done by The Animals. It was one of the first songs I learned on the guitar, and the first using arpeggios, which is a sequential fingerpicking of the notes in the chords, usually a bass line, and trebles played both ascending and descending. Listen to the guitar player in the video.

So I'm just fooling around with this, warming up my fingers, when Ian comes in with his mandolin, picking out a lead. Sounded pretty good.

After a couple chords, Lou and Jesse added their guitars, strumming rhythm.

Nancy and Casey, both on keyboards, jumped in, and of a moment, I started singing. We did a pretty decent rendition of it, and even managed to end it in unison. It wasn't in our shared repertoire, nor had we played it since I've been going.

Good musicians do this all the time, of course, that's what a jam is, but I found this bit of spontaneous collaboration, no intent or direction, just cranking one up to be worth a big smile and a little amazement. Huh. Listen to that!

Way cool.

This Month's Song

I haven't done a new blues song in a while, so, and I was writing a Roy the Demon story yesterday, so ...

Woke up Dead Blues (Am)

(Am) I woke up this mornin’, (Dm) turned out I was (Am) dead/

Yeah, I (Dm) woke up this mornin', turned out I was (Am) dead/

When (E7) you wake up not breathin’ (walk it down - E7,D#7,D7) it really screws with your (Am) head. (Am) (Dm) (Am) (Turnaround - bass line - D, D#, E)

II.

The Reaper stood by my window, I heard him clear as a bell/

Yeah, The Reaper stood my my window, I heard him clear as a bell/

He said, We better get movin,’ cause it’s a long way to Hell.

III.

You better pack some popcorn, he said with a smile/

Yeah, you better pack some popcorn, he said with a smile/

You gonna be hungry when we get there, and the food there is vile.

IV.

I’m a walkin’ dead man, right down to my shoes/

Yeah, I’m a walkin’ dead man, right down to my shoes/

I’m on my way to meet the Devil, I got the Woke up Dead Blues.

Repeat first verse, and out.

One Problem WIth Phone Queries

When the phone rings, I answer it. Sure sometimes Meredith jumps to get the phone first or one of the interns is quick on the draw. Moments when the ~~lovable~~ mean and sharkly Janet Reid is feeling ~~playful~~ mean and sharkly, she might even answer the phone.

But often times, it's me. I'm the one saying "Hello, FinePrint."

Now, the truth is, there are a ton of people out there who phone query. We get at least several calls a day where someone calls for information on how to query, how to get an agent, how to get published, or worse how can they prove they're better than the average slush pile.

The truth is, these phone calls make the callers look stupid or arrogant.

Stupid because, hey, let's be honest, if someone can find the agency phone number, they should be able to also find the line that says "don't call."

Arrogant because...well, here's a story.

Me: "Hello FinePrint?"

Caller: "Hi can I speak to Suzie Townsend?"

Me: "Sure, what's this regarding?"

Caller: "I've written a book--"

Me: "Great! If you're going to query you should really do it by email. Do you need our submission guidelines?"

This was of course a pivotal moment. I could have just said, "This is Suzie" but the truth is I didn't want to get into a lengthy conversation about the premise of a book, which might be great, when I
1. have a lot of other work going on
and
2. can't judge said book without seeing the writing

Caller: "But I've been referred by [Owner of Top Literary Agency]..."

My first thought: And why would that agent refer you to ME? I don't actually know her and she doesn't know me...

Caller: "...and I don't want my email to get lost."

My second thought: I know emails get lost, but I don't typically do the losing. I answer hundreds of emails a day. And I read them all and consider them all. (Unrelated: for this reason, I hate when queries say PLEASE READ or something similar in the subject line.)

Me: "Even with a referral, the best way to query is via email--"

Caller: "But I've been referred by [TOP AGENT]. Don't you know who she is?" Caller spouts of facts about Top Agent's Agency. "Why don't you take down my number and give it to Suzie."

Caller's tone has become more and more condescending as the phone call continues.

Me: "Right, well I can do that, but typically agents don't return phone calls for queries." Typically = ever

Caller: "Who am I speaking with?"

I could have said "Well, actually this is Suzie, and based on your tone I don't think I'm the right agent for you" but that could have been awkward so...

Me: "Uh, this is...Elizabeth."*

Caller: "Well why don't you just take down my number and give Suzie my message." Caller repeats all his info, stressing his referral. I write it down.

Me: "And were you referred by [Top Agent] or one of the other agents at her agency?"

Caller: "[TOP AGENT]. Like I said."

And then he hung up. When I gave myself the message, I decided not to call back.

* Name has been changed, in case I ever want to use the name of my secretary alter ego again!

Hack Slash Crawl walkthrough

Hack Slash Crawl is another point and click dungeon raiding adventure game about swords, armor, magic spells and leveling up on armorgames. The game features a wide variety of character classes each with different attributes and abilities.There are also lots of magical items you can find in every level of HSC including fire, entangle, critical strikes, charge, charm spells, massive swarm and many more.

The game is controlled entirely by mouse but you can also keys 1 to 8 for spell shortcuts. You can carry as much as 32 items in your inventory and you can break items you don't need to become mana pearls. Here is Hack Slash Crawl walkthrough we have in the meantime - we'll definitely post more when we get the chance to do so.

Snoring walkthrough

If you want to know how to minimize your snoring so you won't disturb other people around you trying to get some sleep, this article is not what you are looking for. But if you are looking for the solution to the game entitled Snoring which from agame, we've got you covered.

Before anything else, this is a logical fun, fun physics based puzzle game about an elephant that needs to be waken from his inconvenient slumber. Use the animals to wake this monstrosity and stop his loud snoring that echoes within the jungle. Basically, the gameplay is similar to wake up the box game. On to the show, here is SW Snoring Walkthrough which covers all of its levels. Enjoy your game guys!

Stories R Us

So I got a draft. I'll re-read it and fiddle with it some, but I think I have the basics down on the second Roy the Demon short story, "A&R." I'll stick it up for like $.99, and probably, if Dan Moran will have it, offer there as an exclusive, at least for a couple weeks, before I port it to Smashwords and Amazon.com.

Least I can do, all the work Dan has been doing for me on the conversions. If you have in mind getting one of my books in e-form, check by FS& first, hey?

Roy the Demon - Another Wild Hair Story

A year and a half or so ago, I wrote a short story called "Neighbors," detailing the adventures of Roy the demon, a guard on Hell's south gate. Roy is your typical seven-and-a-half-feet-tall red devil, horns, like that, beset by the little old lady who lives next door, and who comes off second best in the encounter.

It was strange, and, if I do say so myself, funny little story that ended with the line "Hell was little old ladies with cats."

Eventually, I stuck it up on Amazon.com, packaged with a couple other stories I wrote, and went on my merry way.

Yesterday, for some reason, Roy came up in my thoughts: I had an image of him playing Texas Hold 'Em at a table with some other demons. So, as I do when these things fall upon me from the aether, I wrote the scene.

One scene led to another. For those of you not writers, the progression is not that difficult. You just keep wondering: And then what happened? And you write down what you think happens next, and eventually, you get to the end of the story.

I'm have an idea -- though I'm not certain -- where the tale is going to end up, but I already have Roy losing the hand of cards and having to work somebody's shift -- they play poker for time chits, in Hell.

Right now, he's doing the stint as an A&R (Arts and Repertoire) guy in the Music Section of Hell, and listening to some really, really bad musical acts.

I'll let you know how it goes ...

Embarcadero Delphi Prism 2011

Buat para delphier atau para programmer delphi, kini delphi 2011 telah release, WAJIB Download heheheh

, so pasti..! lebih baik dari versi sebelumnya, dengan beberapa keunggulan yang ada di dalamnya berikut ini beberapa fitur yang telah saya copas dari Delphi Guide berbahasa Inggris diterjemahkan pake Google Translate

hehehe Males terjemahin

Fitur-Fitur

Cross Platform Pengembangan Windows dan Mac OS X - Sebelumnya Delphi Prism termasuk IDE Visual Studio berdasarkan pengembangan pada Windows. Sekarang juga termasuk MonoDevelop IDE untuk pengembangan pada kedua Windows dan Mac OS.
Dukungan untuk terbaru NET 4.0 dan Silverlight Technologies NET 4.0 dan4 Silverlight sepenuhnya didukung bersama dengan perbaikan baru dalam mendukung lebih baikasli / dikelola interoperabilitas, threading perbaikan, sampah ditingkatkan pengumpulan, dan banyak lainnya.
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Terpadu Subversion - Integrated kode sumber kendali di Delphi Prism pembangunan lingkungan.
Bekerja dengan semua sumber data - Delphi Prism XE memanfaatkan ADO.NET untuk konektivitas database di. aplikasi BERSIH. Selain itu, Delphi Prism menyediakan pengembang dengan kerangka akses database disebut dbExpress untuk cepat, akses mudah untuk ® database Interbase Embarcadero's. Pengembang ASP.NET dapat memberikan dukungan untuk keanggotaan, peran, profil, dan fitur lainnya dari penyedia ASP.NET interface untuk beberapa backend database.
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Impor atau Copy dan Paste C # Code sebagai Delphi Prism Kode - Apakah Anda memiliki, atau menemukan, C # potongan kode atau file dan berharap Anda dapat menggunakannya dalam Delphi Prisma? Sekarang Anda dapat mengimpor atau copy paste C # kode dan file cs ke Delphi. Prisma dan secara otomatis mengkonversi ke kode Prism Delphi.
Membangun Apps untuk OS iPhone - Delphi Prism XE dapat digunakan dengan Novell MonoTouch (dijual terpisah) untuk membuat aplikasi untuk iPhone Apple OS untuk dijalankan pada iPhone, iPod Touch dan iPad.
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Persyaratan sistem:

Intel Pentium atau yang kompatibel,
1.4 GHz minimum (2GHz disarankan)
1GB RAM (2GB recommended)
3 GB ruang hard disk bebas
750 MB free hard disk space untuk prasyarat
DVD-ROM
1024x768 atau monitor resolusi tinggi
Mouse atau alat penunjuk yang

Screenshots

Download

http://www.mediafire.com/?42mp4pnj28833
Password Mediafire : alisoftware
Size: 1.66 GB
Serial Number : JAAL-SCDKV6-ETH2SG-KBAN

American Football walkthrough

American Football is one of miniclip's newest point and click sports game. Like in real life football, use your wisdom to execute the right game plan. Make the pass to the best positioned teammate and run for the touch down. Avoid getting tackled along the way ramming every man on your path is the key to victory!

If you can aim well, going for the "long" tactics can be an advantage. Tip: Ram is your friend, use it well. Anyways, here is Miniclip (AFw) American Football walkthrough from some awesome yt user.

The Tricky Tumblers walkthrough

The Tricky Tumblers is another mind boggling puzzle game developed by coffingames. Complete each level by filling the target volume of liquid into the target container i.e. tumbler with the target color. You start off with plain water then as you progress, the game expands to include colored water which is the mixing part comes in, which further expands into using magic wands.

TTT is consist of 18 levels including 3 bonus stages all with decent difficulty. In fact, you can get lost at some point of the game so here is The Tricky Tumbler walkthrough for the solution.

Belial Chapter 2.5 walkthrough

Belial Chapter 2.5 is another point and click puzzle game from keybol. This is the author's supporting chapter for the hit series of Belial games. This time, Belial must work with a scantily clad and hot female demon and Beelzebub to unleash Baal from within his innerself. The game is controlled entirely by mouse so you only have to click or drag things to interact with it.

Like the previous Belial games, BC2.5 is equally entertaining and has a enough difficulty and challenge plus the artwork and animation is good as well as its background music. Anyways, if you need help, hints, solution or tips to solve the puzzles or beat the game itself, here is Belial Chapter 2.5 walkthrough, once again, brought to us by tass' awesomeness.

Don't Bogart Those Weights My Friend ... *

* First the explanation of the title, for those of you who missed (or can't remember) the 60's. Or the 40s and 50's ...

Humphrey Bogart, the late tough-guy actor and star of several classic motion pictures, was a major cigarette smoker. Paid for it in lung cancer, which killed him. In some of his movies, he has a cigarette glued to a lip while he talks, fights, makes love, showers ... well, okay, I wax hyperbolic, but you get the idea. The coffin nail would just sit there and smoke, he wasn't even bothering to inhale.

In the 60's, when some amongst the hippie culture would sit and pass a reefer around for the communal getting-stoned evening, people would sometimes hold it without taking their toke. Probably because they were stoned and forgot, but the saying, Hey, Bogart, pass it! came to be. Little Feat wrote a song about it, or maybe it was the Dead or Country Joe. They all sang versions, and in it, turned the noun into a verb.

Um. Anyway, that's what it means.

So today at the gym, which had all of six people there, including my wife and myself, there was this guy on the pec-deck machine. He was on it when we got there, and still on it when we left, and an irritant to the other five of us, if dirty looks are any indication.

Gym protocol generally says that if you are going to do multiple sets on a station, you look around now and then and if somebody is standing there waiting, or steps up and asks if they can jump in and do a set, you relinquish it, let them do a set, and then get back to it.

Otherwise, you are an inconsiderate, selfish asshole. Good luck on finding a spotter when you start squats or benches.

Maybe this fellow was peripherally blind, that could be. Not totally, because he was watching himself in the mirror pretty good.

I didn't push him. There are half a dozen ways to work your pectorals elsewhere, from the bench press to dumbbell flyes to a couple of bench press-style stations, freeweight and Smith Machine, and if none of those were there, you could do push-ups. (Though if I wanted to do push-ups, I'd stay home. I drive to the gym because they have stuff I don't have at home.) The pec-deck hits the muscles in a slightly different way, and you can get a good pump there without straining your back or triceps.

But it was not to be today.

And the funny part -- and this seems to be the way of it -- was that the station hog perched there as if glued to the seat always seems to be the same guy: A pencil-neck who huffs and blows and grunts and makes a lot of noise as he strains to work a forty-pound stack, ogling himself in the mirror and then stretching between sets as if the amount of weight your ten-year-old could move was a steel block the size of a Volkswagen ...

It's sad, really. And irritating ...