I need to plug a router into a phoneline faceplate. Is this an RJ45-RJ11 cable? If so, why can't I find one on the Maplin web site?

One does not simply plug an ethernet port into the phone loop.

One does not simply plug an ethernet port into the phone loop.

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No adaption at all - the ADSL bit of an ADSL router is RJ11-like, the ethernet (RJ45) ports don't know how to talk to the exchange. Unless Russell* is mis{describing,understanding} his quandary.

* Or me, but as we all know I'm never wrong or confused.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-15870161

I think that's the saddest thing I've read all year.

Sorry for not describing it very well, but thank you all for your help.

And sorry for latching onto a minor detail. I'm good at that. kalmar's right then - microfilter.

You mean LoW. Just,...LoW.

I hate Miller. Introducting Will Eisner's The Spirit. An amusing and thrilling comic book steeped in a beautiful hybrid of film noir and RKO serial. Painstakingly drawn but fast and funny artwork that completely revolutionised how comic books were done. Most of all, The Spirit had a social conscience. The dapper young and nigh-indestructible detective (yet vulnerable endearingly to clonks on the head) always looked out for the underdog, the unpriviliged, and Eisner frequently used the comic to point towards social injustice and the hidden crime of poverty. And it was funny, and charming and sad and exciting.

Then Miller does a film of it. The Spirit wears black and talks in crap Batman style voiceover. The film is stuffed with misogyny and mean-spiritedness, pun not intended. It's crappily directed. The jokes are purile and toilet based. Samuel L. Jackson rotten-hams it in an appallingly indulged way.

Fuck you Miller.

IDGI

Did you read what you linked to?

Miller has always struck me as a bit of a penis, and this recent little outburst has confirmed it.

That article, however, is absolute pish. Anyone who with a straight face contends that Gladiator is "is an allegory about George W Bush's candidacy for president" is a thundercunt of the first water. It's like reading a lefty sixth former's media studies essay.

just WOW

This is an extract from a book called the Land of Painted Caves which has been nominated for the Literary Reviews bad sex awards. It's possibly NSFW but it is all text and quite some of the worst written sex I've ever read

That article, however, is absolute pish. Anyone who with a straight face contends that Gladiator is "is an allegory about George W Bush's candidacy for president" is a thundercunt of the first water. It's like reading a lefty sixth former's media studies essay.

"...when so many high-profile releases are based on a medium, the comic book, made expressly to engage the attentions of pre- and just post-pubescent boys. At least comic books themselves are so politically dim-witted, so pie-in-the-sky idealistic as to be hard to take seriously."

Fuck me. That article is how I imagine right wingers see The Guardian in their heads. Unbelievable.

As far as I can tell, the people that came around to have a look at the roof have only done just that. Unless they can re-point a chimney breast in a day, or worked a weekend to do it. The ceiling does feel damp and cold to the touch, I'm not sure of what our exposure is, contracts wise. I'm going to call the landlord, and see what he does, I'm a big believer in giving people the opportunity to put something right.

I'm no expert, but I'm pretty fucking sure that there should not be visible drops of water on the wallpaper which covers the chimney breast. Hassling of landlord is commencing. And it hasn't been raining that much today.

Hah, reads like Just a Minute - 'no hesitation, repetition or deviation'

also this: "found the entrance to her warm, wet cave" LOL!

While you're at it check up on Indian burial mounds in the back garden.

Sucks to hear about your dream home being somewhat more of the Lynch-dream variety. I've got a fantastically lovely landlady, happily, who fixes up stuff pronto. I know this helps you not, and that you now desire to clock me squarely in the dial, but she really is something. "Shower plughole backing up? Oh no! I'll get the plumber around tomorrow. And while I'm at it I'll get him to take a look at the sink too, even though you never asked. And drop off a new rug for the living room, just 'cos it'll look nice."

My foot still hurts

*Sharpens hacksaw*

Could be one of the only viable solutions. As it has affected the way I stand, let alone my gait, it makes my knees hurt, too.

When you come up again, there's a couple more nice places we've found around here, and up the railway, too. We could go to the North Bar in Leeds, as that's pretty awesome, or go to Otley or Ilkley and do Yorkshire Real Ale pubs. It'll be super fun.

I'm back oop North in Batley, for Christmas, visiting the 'rents. Could hook up with you in Leeds for some beers, if you like, or in Huddersfield. Can do Otley too, but bit of a bus journey. If you're ever out in Huddersfield drinking I recommend the Head of Steam (best station pub ever, and the best in Huds all told) the Vox Bar and the Rat and Ratchet on Chapel Hill. And the Nook in Holmfirth.

Day before Christmas Eve through to the 27th or 28th, forget which. Will be tied up Christmas Day & Boxing Day though, natch.

I'm no expert, but I'm pretty fucking sure that there should not be visible drops of water on the wallpaper which covers the chimney breast. Hassling of landlord is commencing. And it hasn't been raining that much today.

The trouble is, despite the dodginess, 300 is still kinda fun.

just WOW

This is an extract from a book called the Land of Painted Caves which has been nominated for the Literary Reviews bad sex awards. It's possibly NSFW but it is all text and quite some of the worst written sex I've ever read

It's the worst film I have ever seen.

Well, that's Joans gone.

Gone where?