Ha! Nicely done.

Actually, I'm a little torn on which I want. Lot of selling points for the Xbox one. When I eventually dig myself out of my financial mire I'll have to have a look at what games are available on both systems. I also need to take into account what J has, given I would like to be able to borrow his large collection of games! I think he's on playstation, so that's why I was leaning that way.

Is it PS4 that now has facial recognition? Or am I mixing up the two systems?

I'm a pretty late starter on consoles (unless you count the original Atari games console with Pong and Skeet ;p). I always preferred PC based games - mainly because of the freedom to adapt and mod and so on, and in order to play complex MMO games.

But...I could go for a console right now. The idea of sitting on my comfy sofa playing Assassins Creed or something on my tv screen definitely appeals.

Playstation is better technically, but yes it's about games and what your friends have.

The xbox 360 Kinect can do facial recognition, the xbox one has a higher res camera that can tell if blush or something, maybe gaze recognition

I just want to smoke some medical marijuana go out dancing and paint some new paintings, and maybe write some new poetry too

I'd advise you to verify which of the old games can actually be played on a new console, you may not be consoled by what you find.

Every man actually wants two women, whether he knows this or not.

Rap wisdom:

To wit:

:lol:

You know, after a lot of thought, I want my wife. She's great. She's given me a lot of what I want, but it took a while. I want to do dangerous manly things like jump out of planes and visit other countries on behalf of my government. I want to drive across country with no apparent plan or destination. I want to make out in the convenience store and have hot sex. I've wanted to become a good husband, father, and Soldier. She's helped with the first two and given me the space for the third. She loves me and will take my good with my bad, what I've gained through 20 years of marriage is mostly intangible and totally worth the ups and downs. Learning to accept her for who she is, and her doing the same has been hard and worth it. Keeping my promises I made at the wedding ceremony has been equally as hard especially with that sickness and health thing...she's suffered much more than I with mental illness and addiction. Sex when we have sex is pretty great, ups and downs there over the long haul as well. What, you expect different? I know I did. Having said all that, if she died, I don't think I would marry again...don't think I have it in me. What I want from a woman would prolly change at that point. I think it would be hard to expect some of the things in a marriage, the level of acceptance and support, closeness, physical and emotional, and space too...from a part time companion. It's way too easy to say fuck you I'm out of here when things are out of sorts.

OK, kind of went off on a tangent there, give me a break though cause I'm deployed and in way too much of an introspective mood.

nah, that was all good joe.

I liked it. And much of it rings true for me.

good one, joe. well said

That's really nice, Joe. You and your lass sound like you have a good and solid relationship.

I liked it too, Joe. I think it's true for long relationships ... the hard work of figuring out and accepting who your partner is, of working on yourself, of coping with what life throws at you ... it gives a history and context to your partnership and a closeness that takes all that time to develop. I completely understand your comment that you wouldn't remarry because you just don't have it in you to do it again. I suspect a lot of us would agree with that.

There IS a difference
 

--Jennifer Finney Boylan, from "Stuck in the Middle with You: A Memoir of Parenting in Three Genders"

But...is that difference innate or culturally created?

Is it a natural and necessary aspect of masculinity that 'manhood' is a solitary experience and a natural and necessary aspect of femininity that womanhood is a shared experience? Or are those the roles we have set out for ourselves (at times and in some places), in which we expect silent strength from men and shared warmth from women and so teach our children and ourselves in such a divided fashion?