As you pull off these nimble actions from a first person perspective
*THUD*


I was really drawn to this game, since I loved Prince of Persia (haven't played Assassin's Creed yet)... but there's not a chance I'll be playing it in the next month or so. Wrath of the Lich King all the way

>> ^BoneyD:
I'm no equestrian, but I believe a "fleet horse" that he refers to is one sure footed and not easily frightened.

"Fleet" really just means nimble or swift. A horse could be very easily frightened but still fleet.

I'm an Audi TT:

"You're not the fastest, nor the most nimble, but you're cute and you have style. You're not intensely competitive, but when you pass by, everyone turns to look."

I answered "no" to every question, except the one that asked if I easily go out of control, and I'm more comfortable with a sledgehammer (ggrrrr!! mmmm, yeah! smash!!)

the song is called Bubamara (Lady Bug). it's author, Šaban Bajramović, died a week ago on June 8th 2008.

Šaban Bajramović (Cyrillic: Шабан Бајрамовић) (born April 16, 1936 in Niš, Kingdom of Yugoslavia) is Serbian Romani musician.
He attended primary school for only the first four years. On quitting school, he picked up his musical education on the street and wherever he could, as others of his people have always done. At 19 he ran away from the army out of love for a girl. As a deserter, he was sentenced to three years prison on the island Goli otok, but as he told the military court they couldn't hold him for so long as he could survive, they raised his punishment to five and a half years. He survived as he was a good goalkeeper in the prison football team. Because of his nimbleness and speed, they called him "Black Panther". Soon he forced his way into the prison orchestra that played, among other things, jazz (mostly Armstrong, Sinatra, and even John Coltrane) with Spanish and Mexican pieces. Today he likes to say that he read 20.000 books in his life, most of them whilst in prison. He also says that the prison on Goli otok was his university of life where he formed his philosophy, adding that a person who has never been in prison is not a person at all. After Goli otok, his intensive music career began. He made his first record in 1964 and since then has made 15-20 LPs and about 50 singles. To date he is believed to have composed 650 compositions including - Bubamara (ladybird), in the soundtrack of Emir Kusturica movie - Black Cat, White Cat, and Mesečina (originally Djeli mara) in the soundtrack of Emir Kusturica movie - Underground.

They wrote about him:

Over the years, his music has been constantly stolen, copied, and imitated by both famous and unknown musicians. Promises and contracts have proven worthless. Actually, he's never been interested in protecting his work. Where others would have earned millions, he's lived as he's always lived: from day to day, making music, going wherever he wants, and not recognising any limits at all. — Dragi Šestić, Mostar Sevdah Reunion

The next 66 minutes were one of the rarest moments in my life. I was crying because of the sheer beauty of this music. Together with Mostar Sevdah Reunion, the great gipsy singer created an exceptional album, probably the best ever produced in this Balkan area. — Miljenko Jergovic, Jutarnji list, 10.11.2001, Croatia

It is difficult to stay objective while listening to this masterpiece. The saying goes that no one should go down on one's knees and bow one's head before a living human being, but in this case an exception should be made. — Mladen Hlubna, Oslobodjenje 6.12.2001 Bosnia

The Serbian singer is clearly a giant talent, comparable in his own way to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan or Mari Bonie Persen, someone capable of bringing their music to life with such vivid spirituality that it vaults with ease over the most impenetrable cultural barriers. His voice combines the anguish of rai with the soulfulness of fado - a sort of Balkan gypsy jazz Andy Gill - The Independent, UK, 15.2.2002

another version of this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6R-NC9LVFc

Verse 1
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died


So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Verse 2
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock n' roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm & blues
I was a lonely, teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'


Verse 3
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'


Verse 4
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing


Verse 5
Oh, and there we were, all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack, be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devils only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing


Verse 6
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin'


Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die

They were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die

"Can't help but like a nimble young lady who goes both ways."

Dang you, Dag, and your witty banter!

Comment hidden because you are ignoring dag. (show it anyway)

Can't help but like a nimble young lady who goes both ways.

I posted the live one of this before but it WASNT GOOD ENOUGH for you nimbly mimbly prancers

I have my commercial license with multi and IFR... I still have to get a job with it but that won't happen in Quebec for various reasons, so I'll have to move west when school's done. I usually fly 172s but I've checked out on Piper Seminole and I used to train on Diamond Katanas which were so sweet -- nimble and fast, I used to roll them when nobody was around

So you fly Hercs? How is it -- nice life?

In reply to your comment:
“Nice! What do you fly? Yup, im afraid you do. I think you can have laser eye surgery, but only minor corrections, not sure about fairly large type operations.

In reply to your comment:
“You're a pilot! Me too, civvy-side... I'd be in the air force if I had 20/20. Do you need perfect vision to be an RAF pilot? Do they allow laser surgery?”

Ah karaidl, you mean that's not you in the pic? My disappointment is palpable.

The little guy is like a slippery, nimble eel compared to Emmanuel.

Ah yes -- this is the part where they're stoned and therefore acting all nimbly bimbly outrageous, isn't it? Instead of laying around on the couches and smiling at their shoes.

dupe sorry, I had crappy title
*discard

http://www.videosift.com/video/Jack-be-nimble-jack-be-quick-jack-jump-over-oops

Ludwig Van Beethoven isn't dead after all. Nora is his reincarnation. A little rusty but given time those whiskers are nimble and agile fingers. Piano Concerto No.5 will have it's day once again.

Sift idea again obviously stolen from Battle Royale in 10 Seconds. Obviously.

I honestly did not understand what the hell they were trying to do with Battle Royale 2, though I went just for a nimble sexy Japanese girls in SOCOM gear