… if the stories I’m attracted to, the ones of unrequited, star-crossed love and poignant misunderstandings, shape my view of things somehow, so those stories that bore me, the stories of love requited, of complications sorted, those stories and the aspects that make up their core are somehow ignored; that somewhere in there, I’m really just a sucker for melodrama of the highest order. Nah, who am I kidding? Oh right, myself. ...

How do players curse the referee when they don’t speak the same language? The article’s a bit of a cop-out, but I do always wonder why people use their own language when clearly the other person doesn’t understand them.

Jacob moved carefully, wary of the many improbably perched ornaments that decorated the house. “Over here,” called Angela, her voice seemingly distant. It was no real help, but the corridor had only one way out that didn’t seem to be covered in years of dust. Jacob stepped into the brightest room in the house, a window letting in the rays of dusk. “See? He’s still alive,” said Angela. The kitten in her hand looked bedraggled, but it was breathing, its tiny chest rising and falling rythmically. ...

!(images/litter.gif “litter”) You really can buy nearly anything on the net these days.

A ringtone only teenagers can supposedly hear: The sound is supposed to be too high for people over 20, unless you have “exceptional” hearing. Given I can hear it and my hearing sucks because of years of headphones, I’m a little skeptical (or maybe I’m just paranoid about my hearing). The sample is very annoyingly pitched, though.