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  This is something I take quite seriously, I've got bad eyes, my hearing is messed up, a shoulder that barely works and two bad knees.  My mind however has always been as sharp as a scalpel.

  Which brings me to my current problem, and as a Marine who's never been scared of anything... It scares the hell out of me.  My mind is going.  It started small, losing what I was trying to say in mid sentence, forgetting a word just as I'd say it.  Then it started feeling like I was pushing a car uphill to follow a cohesive line of thought for anything more than about 30 seconds.  I'm writing this once sentence at a time, while my mind goes blank in between despite my attempts to stay focused.  The people I work with I can't make understand, attempting to do brain surgery with a crowbar would be a very crude metaphor for it.

  Any suggestion other than 'go to a doctor' would be appreciated.  Only docs I have available are at the VA clinic (Veterans Affairs) who are...  well let's just say they're usually on par with the bottom 5-10% among doctors.  Helluva time of yearto have this to deal with.

P.S. it took me about half of the original Die Hard movie to manage to write this.  Credits are rolling as I type.

ok, I've been playing for quite a while, and I've never seen a baron with any of my forts and a tax collector only once...  how much exported wealth do you really need to activate them, I only ask since I'm currently pushing about 125 dwarves and I'm morbidly curious to see if they could help me destroy the place.  I've narrowly managed avoiding starvation twice, and a serious booze shortage, both of which were more dangerous to me than the Gobbos

I went out Christmas shopping today for my son, and found a toy that in all honesty, was iconic of my childhood and I suspect a great many others.  At first I was overjoyed, and who wouldn't be at finding something of such immense sentimental value?  It wasn't until several hours later, sitting alone as my wife coaxed my son into going to sleep, that I came to realize why I came to value this toy so very, very much.

  the world I grew up in was one of transformers and go-bots, a world where the heroes won at the end of the day so that children like myself could sleep feeling safe that night.  It was a world where even the villains who seemed so terrible at the time had limits beyond which they would not tread.  In short, it was a world of imagination, warmth, and endless possibility.  Everything a child could ask for.

  However, as I looked around with my instinctive need to compare and contrast everything...  I find it to be a vastly different world from the one which I now inhabit.  Mine is now a bitter place, cold, unappreciative of creative thought, and where the monsters have no limit to how far they will go to obtain what they desire.  I find it heartbreaking to consider what I and so many others have given up without thought in our pursuit of... what?  I look around and for my life I cannot see what it is we have been racing toward, what I see others running for still.  Maybe we didn't understand the value of what we were discarding... looking back now I can say I certainly did not.  But how could we when we had not yet been introduced to this world where violence is pervasive and death common place?
  I find in my son an opportunity that I have desired for years, and never dared speak of.  I have an opportunity to go back.  And even faced with the opportunity, I find myself frightened by it.  I have no wish to bring my cold world of misery to him any sooner than I must.  I know he'll seek it out on his own in due time, as I did.  Just as I know he'll not truly understand what it is he sacrifices, as I did not.  But if I try to go to that perfect world with my son, it's inevitable that the world I live in will follow.  So I don't dare go back, honestly, and that is perhaps the saddest thought of all.

I just don't understand...  how we gave it all away so easily, so foolishly...  and we never even thought to ask for anything in return.

I'm trying to use pressure plates as a kind of automated flow control for letting water into a cistern, but I can't seem to get them to initially activate to open the floodgates.  and water pressure on the plate doesn't seem to close the gates if I use a lever to open the gates.  So in short... help?? 

Can someone explain to me why any time I manage to find a cold part of the map... typically the last two or three tyles on the north or southern most extreme if I move my pointer toward any mountains it says the mountains are WARMER than anything else around??  and why is it always just the last two or three tiles at the very extreme with nearly half the map fit for the tropics?  WTH is going on here?

simply when is it supposed to initiate?  I've got 120 dwarves and 750K net worth.

Not in any REAL hurry.... just curious

Does anyone else spend more than an hour planning out simple water systems and magma channels?

three level water pump system... at least the magma only has to go downward.  Or so I've been told.  Here's to hoping it doesn't rise out of the channels and turn my furnaces and forges into an inferno of liquid flaming death...  or perhaps hope it does