the day you went away

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The Owl and the PussycatIThe Owl and the Pussycat went to seaIn a beautiful pea-green boat,They took some honey, and plenty of money,Wrapped up in a five pound note.The Owl looked up to the stars above,And sang to a small guitar,"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are!What a beautiful Pussy you are."IIPussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl, How charmingly sweet you sing.O let us be married, too long we have tarried;But what shall we do for a ring?"They sailed away, for a year and a day,To the land where the Bong-tree grows,And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stoodWith a ring [at]¹ the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,With a ring [at]¹ the end of his nose.III"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling yourring?"Said the Piggy, "I will"So they took it away, and were married next dayBy the Turkey who lives on the hill.They dined on mince, and slices of quince,Which they ate with a runcible spoon.And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,They danced by the light of the moon.Совёнок и КошечкаIСовёнок и Кошечка по волнамВ новой лодочке вдаль плывут,Двадцать цукатов и сорок дукатовС собою они везут.Взглянул Совёнок на лунный светИ спел под гитары звон:«О милая Пусси! Прекрасная Кэт!Как безумно в тебя я влюблён,Влюблён,Влюблён!Как безумно в тебя я влюблён!»IIПромурлыкала Кэт Совёнку в ответ:«На свете нет слаще певца.Хочу я, не скрою, быть Вашей женою,Но как же мне быть без кольца?»И день, и год их волною несётК дальним странам, где на мысуРастёт эвкалипт, под которым стоитПоросёнок с колечком в носу,В носу,В носу,Поросёнок с колечком в носу.III«Мой друг, Поросёнок, – воскликнул Совёнок, –Продай нам кольцо за дукат!»Тот ответил им: «Хрюк!» А священник ИндюкОбвенчал их и был очень рад.И на обед они съели рулет,Винегрет и свиное рагу,А перед сном танцевали вдвоёмНа тихом морском берегу,Вдвоём,Вдвоём,На тихом морском берегу.

Грэм Макнилл, автор прорвы романов и рассказов по вселенной Warhammer 40.000\FB, переходит работать в Riot Games. Удачи Маку на новом месте работы

Originally Posted by Graham McNeill
If you don’t want to read to the end, the short version is this: I’ve been offered – and have accepted – a job with Riot Games, the producer of the phenomenally successful League of Legends. Clan McNeill is moving to Los Angeles.

I’ve been chatting with Riot for a little while and now they’ve offered me the position of Senior Narrative Writer in their Los Angeles offices. So, yeah, in the summer we’re leaving Nottingham and the UK and relocating to sunny California in the US of A.

This wasn’t a decision we took lightly. I enjoyed the work I was doing, where I was doing it and the way life revolved around our kids, friends, family, work, school and all the usual happenings that make up the everyday. We had Evan and Amber to think of, our own jobs and our house, our friends and families. We liked having all that close, and the idea of making such a life-changing upheaval was very scary. Far easier just to maintain the status quo, eh? In short, we were comfortable, but sometimes you need to change things up, to step out of your comfort zone, and I think we were all at that stage.

I first spoke with Riot back in December. I went over for an informal chat, not really knowing what to expect, but going in with an open mind. The people I met there were fantastic; full of passion and enthusiasm for what they were doing, and I came away feeling I’d had a real meeting of minds with the spirit of Riot’s creative heart. These were people who thrived on the sheer joy of creativity, where every avenue could be explored to see where it went. I came away tremendously excited at the possibility of working within those teams.

We went back over to California as a family in February so everyone could see LA and Santa Monica, to find out if it was a place we could see ourselves living and working. It most definitely was. And my second meeting with the creative types in Riot more than confirmed my desire to work with them. Their attitude to the work and the potential for all it offers in the future is incredible, which makes me tremendously excited about being part of it.

After some long, serious, grown-up talks about making the move, Anita and I came to the conclusion that the opportunities for our family were too incredible to pass up. It’s a life-changing adventure that’s going to be exciting and challenging all at the same time. It’s the kind of chance we had to snatch with both hands, as it’s the kind that doesn’t come around more than once. And I’d hate to look back in years to come with any kind of regret for the chances we didn’t take. So with a mixture of giggling excitement and trepidation at the thought of stepping into this brave new world, we’re getting packed up and looking west to this fresh phase of our future.

Ah, but what does this mean for all things Warhammer…?

Well, first and foremost, I’m a writer, so I’m not going to stop writing books any more than I’m going to choose to stop breathing. I’m still working on my current Horus Heresy novel, The Crimson King (I’ve just handed in the first half…) and will continue to write for the Black Library. Clearly my output will diminish, what with having a full time, salaried day job, but I’ll still be keeping my hand in. I have stories of Uriel Ventris yet to tell and the Battle for Macragge isn’t going to write itself. And, having been involved with the Horus Heresy series since its very opening act, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to show up for its final dramas and its curtain calls. Expect the odd quick read or audio to pop up here and there too. In short, I’m still going to keep you entertained with grim tales from the 41st Millennium, the Horus Heresy and beyond.

So, there you have it. As the summer dawns, Clan McNeill will be living it in California. Wish us well, and I’ll continue to talk to you all on Twitter, Facebook and e-mail.

Cheers,

Graham

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Уважаемые пидоры и представители нетрадиционной сексуальной ориентации,прошу совета.
Примерно пару недель назад начался этот богомерзкий писк в ушах. Он и раньше был,почти всю мою жизнь,но появлялся только в полной тишине,когда уже положил голову на подушку и не отвлекал внимания.
Однако теперь я его отчетливо слышу уже при нормальном городском шуме, тоесть постоянно,а в тишине он начинает напрягать. Ушные каналы немного побаливают,самую малость,ошушения словно заложены и никак не могут пройти.
Любитель громокой музыки,в наушниках,сам знаю,но уже давно сам сильно себя стал ограничивать,а вот на работе сидел в наушниках постоянно,но без большой громкости.
из плаванья только душ был
планирую завтра записаться на прием к лору и неврологу, что вычитал из интернета,но там на удивление много дичи по типу курсов как подавить шум силой воли.
Прошу советов или лайфхаков,может кто сталкивался с этим недугом.