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I spent possibly seven hours playing Half-Life yesterday. The old one, not the new one. I got past the bit that scared me too much to get past the last time that I played the game (which was, you know, 2000, when I still had my virginity and a hypothetical girlfriend whose favourite band really and truly was Third Eye Blind and didn't understand why this was both funny and sad).

I dreamt of pipes, crowbars and headcrabs. And then I had a change of pace and was a Chinese particle physicist out on a Vespa, who had a head-on collision with a courier on a racing-bike. The courier was chewing a wooden toothpick and it got stuck in my eyesocket. Ow. The heated conversation - "no! leave it alone! the medics will be here soon!" - was the most uncomfortable bit of the exchange.