Have TIME's list of the one hundred best fantasy books of all time. How many have you read?
In other news, I got one of those random things I get now and again, this one pushing a DNA service. So I hit the link to what I thought was the entry I'd mentioned them in? Only...it was a WHOLE PAGE of entries. FROM 2007.
And...I'd honestly forgotten how much fun our Lord and Savior, Stiv, was.
But the point was--there was a point--I had to read through all the entries to find the one they mentioned--which, by the way, didn't even mention the actual site with ancestral records they wanted me to mention, just old (and now missing) web tests they used to have many, many updates ago--and to get there...
2007 was...that year had a lot of pain. A lot of loss. The vampire. The Raven. The lad from the east. My Naruto-haired neko boy...and of course, of course, the gods-be-damned incubus, and did I need to read through any of that again?
No. I did not. But I felt it was my responsibility to track down the right entry, to make the correction if it mattered, and now...
Now I'm just depressed.
Tragic histories make for great backstories, but they don't make for good nostalgic reflections, I'll tell you that. But there. There's your "correction", since it doesn't really fit with what was going on in that entry from thirteen years back...and now I'm shuttering the look into past history again, because I have far too many good things happening at present to dwell. No more mourning for those who will never come back, bceause even if they did, I wouldn't take them back...and they might not even want me back, as I have changed a great deal within that decade-plus.
And I'm mostly happy with the changes. And I have most definitely moved on. In so, so very many ways...
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08 December, 2013
as all my darkness gathers in
Have some haunted houses in real life, famous authors in costume, and, if you like suspense but not gore, twenty-five of the most suspenseful films ever made.
Because Halloween never lasts long enough, frankly.
Every now and again, I still hear words from on high...
turning radius: Hey, whats up?
turning radius: You on?
turning radius: Are you still sleeping never?
So, interesting story with that...kind of yes, kind of no? It's odd. But in the main, my apologies, Lord--I was on, but I was killing spiders, skeletons, and werewolves in Neverwinter. Sorry?
Words of wisdom from a mountain? I've got that.
In the meantime, if you'd seen or heard of the latest Miss Universe pageant's...unusual...take on national costumes, I've dug up part of the full country line-up. You can find a few more here, and here, if you're really interested. For me personally, I'm not sure I'd honestly be able to pick out more than five--maybe five--that are even tenuously related to the national costumes of their countries, and top of that limited list is Miss Japan (Yukimi Matsuo) and Miss Korea (Yumi Kim). And even those aren't exact.
The SLebrity Sim is currently hosting the SLebrity City Holiday Fair. What's so unique about this is that all the things you'll find there are transferable as gifts. Now, that's a neat holiday concept.
[18:46] Santi Knight (vxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx): booo
[18:46] Santi Knight (vxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx): i need your blood
[18:58] Emilly Orr wanders back to the keys and scoffs.
[18:58] Emilly Orr: You're kidding, right? No biting. Go 'way now.
[18:59] Santi Knight (vxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx): jajja ok
Some days people irritate me. Days like this, though, I just loathe them all in general.
Because Halloween never lasts long enough, frankly.
Every now and again, I still hear words from on high...
turning radius: Hey, whats up?
turning radius: You on?
turning radius: Are you still sleeping never?
So, interesting story with that...kind of yes, kind of no? It's odd. But in the main, my apologies, Lord--I was on, but I was killing spiders, skeletons, and werewolves in Neverwinter. Sorry?
Words of wisdom from a mountain? I've got that.
In the meantime, if you'd seen or heard of the latest Miss Universe pageant's...unusual...take on national costumes, I've dug up part of the full country line-up. You can find a few more here, and here, if you're really interested. For me personally, I'm not sure I'd honestly be able to pick out more than five--maybe five--that are even tenuously related to the national costumes of their countries, and top of that limited list is Miss Japan (Yukimi Matsuo) and Miss Korea (Yumi Kim). And even those aren't exact.
The SLebrity Sim is currently hosting the SLebrity City Holiday Fair. What's so unique about this is that all the things you'll find there are transferable as gifts. Now, that's a neat holiday concept.
[18:46] Santi Knight (vxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx): booo
[18:46] Santi Knight (vxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx): i need your blood
[18:58] Emilly Orr wanders back to the keys and scoffs.
[18:58] Emilly Orr: You're kidding, right? No biting. Go 'way now.
[18:59] Santi Knight (vxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx): jajja ok
Some days people irritate me. Days like this, though, I just loathe them all in general.
16 March, 2013
less a giant mushroom cloud than an unexploded shell
Do you have thirty bucks? Do you want an all-in-one tailored men's suit pack? Damien Fate has you covered. It'll cost a pretty penny--or at the least, a pretty mesh collection of Lindens--but that's pretty much menswear in a box, and nary a stretched-over-muscles tank or razor-torn, stained pair of jeans in sight.
From another, wholly different direction--did you ever wonder what a pair of bleeding human hearts would look like worn as ear muffs? Me neither, but if you did answer in the affirmative, here you go.
"Burn flaming logs, screaming robots, credit cards, batteries, exploding fish, unstable nuclear devices, and tiny galaxies." Does that sound interesting in a game? Pay just five dollars through tomorrow, and get it downloadable on Steam. Or wait until the sale stops, and pay ten later. I'm fairly sure it's worth it at either price.
New friends occasionally stand in, when God is not around to overflow my blessings of bizarre. To wit, the following conversation:
[9:32:57 PM] bxxxxxxxxxxx: hello Emi ...hope your doing well.
[9:34:52 PM] Emilly Orr: It comes and goes. How's you?
[9:35:46 PM] bxxxxxxxxxxx: Feeling better...I just got in my iron nails to go with my jar and broken glass. things are looking up.
[9:36:06 PM] Emilly Orr: ...Cool
[9:36:48 PM] bxxxxxxxxxxx: It's amazing what you can purchase on the internets.
[9:37:01 PM] Emilly Orr: Indeed so.
I have no idea what he means. And I admit, I'm kind of afraid to ask.
According to the Smithsonian, medicine in the so-called "Dark Ages" was more advanced than previously thought. While most autopsies of the time were done under the auspices of the Holy Roman See, to establish proof of sainthood, some were done to advance early medical and scientific practice.
Most surprisingly, according to Dr. Philippe Charlier, a physician and forensic scientist at Raymond Poincaré University Hospital, states the mummified head was filled with a mixture of lime, cinnabar mercury, and beeswax to preserve it for study. This mixture is thought to have preserved the remains, as well as stain the circulatory system (because of cinnabar mercury's reddish tint).
The hospital also has the preserved heart of Richard the Lionhearted, which their team states was preserved with myrtle, mint, daisies, frankincense and mercury, in addition to other compounds, before being wrapped with linen and placed within a lead box.
Turning to art news, in 2005, the Chinese government destroyed the thriving artists' village of Suo Jia Cun, and the one hundred individual artists' studios, and homes, along with it. Artist Liu Bolin's studio was among them. With one strike, more than one hundred artists were displaced, with their art, their homes, and all supplies destroyed--and all because of improper permissions being granted up the chain of government.
Artist Liu Bolin was one of them, and was moved to create the "Hiding in the City series of photographs, that features the artist blending in nearly seamlessly with his surroundings. Utilizing a boxy canvas suit (reminiscent of government fashion under Chairman Mao) to layer paint on, and a series of reference photographs for exact comparison, he and his team spend several hours painting him to match the background, then snapping several shots from different angles until the best one is achieved. It is a lengthy, likely draining process, but Bolin knows it speaks, and speaks powerfully, both as art and as protest.
There's also video of several photographs in process. It's an incredible undertaking.
Finally, while there are several iterations on the same theme, XDModo's solar charger for mobile devices is both functional and beautiful. While it has a higher price tag (about $66 US), it's a simple, modern design that could blend in with any setting.
Plus, the concept of solar-charging gadgets means no more power loss camping! (Or even out over the course of a standard day.)
From another, wholly different direction--did you ever wonder what a pair of bleeding human hearts would look like worn as ear muffs? Me neither, but if you did answer in the affirmative, here you go.
"Burn flaming logs, screaming robots, credit cards, batteries, exploding fish, unstable nuclear devices, and tiny galaxies." Does that sound interesting in a game? Pay just five dollars through tomorrow, and get it downloadable on Steam. Or wait until the sale stops, and pay ten later. I'm fairly sure it's worth it at either price.
New friends occasionally stand in, when God is not around to overflow my blessings of bizarre. To wit, the following conversation:
[9:32:57 PM] bxxxxxxxxxxx: hello Emi ...hope your doing well.
[9:34:52 PM] Emilly Orr: It comes and goes. How's you?
[9:35:46 PM] bxxxxxxxxxxx: Feeling better...I just got in my iron nails to go with my jar and broken glass. things are looking up.
[9:36:06 PM] Emilly Orr: ...Cool
[9:36:48 PM] bxxxxxxxxxxx: It's amazing what you can purchase on the internets.
[9:37:01 PM] Emilly Orr: Indeed so.
I have no idea what he means. And I admit, I'm kind of afraid to ask.
According to the Smithsonian, medicine in the so-called "Dark Ages" was more advanced than previously thought. While most autopsies of the time were done under the auspices of the Holy Roman See, to establish proof of sainthood, some were done to advance early medical and scientific practice.
Most surprisingly, according to Dr. Philippe Charlier, a physician and forensic scientist at Raymond Poincaré University Hospital, states the mummified head was filled with a mixture of lime, cinnabar mercury, and beeswax to preserve it for study. This mixture is thought to have preserved the remains, as well as stain the circulatory system (because of cinnabar mercury's reddish tint).
The hospital also has the preserved heart of Richard the Lionhearted, which their team states was preserved with myrtle, mint, daisies, frankincense and mercury, in addition to other compounds, before being wrapped with linen and placed within a lead box.
Turning to art news, in 2005, the Chinese government destroyed the thriving artists' village of Suo Jia Cun, and the one hundred individual artists' studios, and homes, along with it. Artist Liu Bolin's studio was among them. With one strike, more than one hundred artists were displaced, with their art, their homes, and all supplies destroyed--and all because of improper permissions being granted up the chain of government.
Artist Liu Bolin was one of them, and was moved to create the "Hiding in the City series of photographs, that features the artist blending in nearly seamlessly with his surroundings. Utilizing a boxy canvas suit (reminiscent of government fashion under Chairman Mao) to layer paint on, and a series of reference photographs for exact comparison, he and his team spend several hours painting him to match the background, then snapping several shots from different angles until the best one is achieved. It is a lengthy, likely draining process, but Bolin knows it speaks, and speaks powerfully, both as art and as protest.
There's also video of several photographs in process. It's an incredible undertaking.
Finally, while there are several iterations on the same theme, XDModo's solar charger for mobile devices is both functional and beautiful. While it has a higher price tag (about $66 US), it's a simple, modern design that could blend in with any setting.
Plus, the concept of solar-charging gadgets means no more power loss camping! (Or even out over the course of a standard day.)
15 March, 2013
lay down for a while, disconnect
"True to myself until the end", this tattoo says, and I'm not quite sure they caught the significance--or the likely unintended hilarity--of the placement, methinks...(May have to have Adult listings enabled on the Marketplace to see it; it is a tattoo, after all.)
And if you ever have a need for two dead mesh goats, I can now help you with that. I have no idea why anyone would need that, but hey, just in case, there you go.
Did I mention God has this odd habit of popping back into my life on occasion?
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: FROM THE HELLS I RETURNED
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: TWICE
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: IN A ROW
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: WOOOOOOOO
Emilly: Yay? And which hells?
This is a legitimate question. For God, there's a lot of hells. Not quite as many as Big Trouble in Little China, but close.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: just won a game of dota 2
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: so hard
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: i fought 3 people
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: they killed me when i got one
Emilly: Dota 2?
Dota 2 seems to be, from my understanding (after looking it up) to be sort of a formal, official sequel to a few informal, non-official mods for other released games.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: so my guy auto rez'd
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and then i killed another and they killed me again
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: AND I CAME BACK AGAIN
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: AND KILLED THE THIRD
Emilly: Woot!
Emilly: TRIUMPH
Figured it was appropriate. Still wasn't sure what was going on--the looking-up phase hadn't happened yet.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: ALL HAIL THE SKELETON KING
Hey, that was appropriate too. Not that I knew what God meant (though that's a fair point, also--sometimes, it's really hard to tell what God means in any given conversation).
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: yeah dota 2
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: its like nerd sports
Emilly laughs
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: the international nerd sports
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: wish i took a screen of that guy asking why wont you die
I mentioned my watching of back-to-back Let's Play videos of Final Fantasy (begun with FFXIII, and now nearing the end of FFXIII-2). God mentioned another game I'd never heard of:
Emilly: Also, up to part 55 of an insanely long YouTube series on Final Fantasy XIII-2
Emilly: I think it's nomming on my brain
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Hahahah
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Its a lp?
Emilly: Yep
Emilly: Kung Fu Jesus and PokeCap'n, Medibot, MyNameIsKaz, some others
Emilly: Just a big room of guys playing Final Fantasy, eating cookies, and going crazy on occasion from the stress of playing the game
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: I think I know kung fu jesus
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: he started on SA I think?
Emilly: Yep
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Hes in their lparchive
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: OH You should see GODHAND if you want a hilarious one
Emilly: It's weird, I now have LPers I recognize.
Emilly: Godhand?
Still a valid question.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Its
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: like
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: a beat-em-up
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: but
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: uh
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: you have the arm of a god
Emilly: Just the one?
Apparently, yes. Just the one.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and go after demons
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: its in the old west
Emilly: So you're Hellboy, then
Because seriously, that's how it sounds.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and you fight a mexican elvis demon
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: well
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: hmm
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: theres a poison chihuahua
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: uh
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: you fight 2 gay luchadores and one doesnt have a dick
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: man
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: theres like
Emilly: 0.0
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: a ton of crazy shit
I don't even. There's so much that's so deeply odd in that section. (Since having this conversation, by the way, I've watched part of a run through the game by the same group, and...yeah. It really IS that odd.)
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and yet, its a more reasonable game than Anarchy Reigns, which is new for 30$ tell all your friends
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Anarchy Reigns is a fighting game. With 16 people at once. Over 5 city blocks.
Emilly laughs
Emilly: Advertising!
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: AIRPLAINS FALL
Emilly: Snakes were probably on them
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: YOU CAN PILEDRIVE HELICOPTERS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: CATCH MISSILES
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: TITS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: MUTANTS
Emilly: Wait, you catch missiles with your tits, what?
Still trying to understand it all.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: BUTTZ
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: ROCKET HAMMERS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: AZN TRIPLETS WHO ARE SEXY ASSASSINS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: ROBOTS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: ROBOT NINJAS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: NINJAS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: THE BLACKEST MAN ON THE PLANET, THE BLACKER BARON
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: HIS ROBOT HOOKER
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: CHAINSAW ARMS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: its pretty sweet
Uh...
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: So in summary, Godhand is cray and Anarchy Reigns made it look normal
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: http://youtu.be/0eQSSwmCUks 20 sec video on how hype i get about anarchy reigns
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: http://youtu.be/G6U12dQPykI the actual reasons to get this game
Emilly: Yeah, we watch a lot of Achievement Hunter/Roosterteeth, because at times they play games SO badly (Minecraft, generally)
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Hahaha
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: You watch the one of them playing Clouds?
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: the minecraft map they made?
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: I loved that one
Emilly: Oh man, that one just COLLAPSED me
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Hahaha
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: But yeah, anarchy reigns
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: im gonna go play that right now
Emilly: hee!
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: laterrrrrr
Emilly: Ta!
"We're all doodlers by nature," says Brandon Griggs, but what if we had the ability to make our doodles real objects? About two weeks back, parent company WobbleWorks launched what they thought was a modest enough proposal--$30,000 to get their proof of concept into mass production. Now, still with half a month to go, they've topped one million dollars in donations.
I guess more people really want to give their sketches shape than they thought.
Sadly, gadget canes are not as popular anymore--and most of the ones that are still made involve swords or alcohol--but on occasion, a vintage one surfaces that can, if nothing else, be appreciated from a distance. This is one such cane. An ornately carved ivory knob over the metal collar (complete with monogram initial), it hides a metal pick, a small dagger, and a fine ivory tool that resembles a bodkin to my eyes, but then, I sew; everything starts to look like a needle after a while.
In a prime example of cultural differences, this struck me as just odd: Minami Minegishi, one of the young singers in the idoru group AKB48, was caught leaving her boyfriend's home by press. Her reaction to this news? She shaved her head and offered a seemingly heartfelt apology--complete with wracked sobs and genuflections. But here's where it gets really odd:
[6:30:35 PM] Emilly Orr: Apparently, she's been demoted to "trainee" status, which means she'll only appear in the back of the group on tours, and not be shown outside of small clips in music videos.
[6:31:23 PM] Emilly Orr: The weird thing is that the management company for these girls forced her to wear a wig after the head-shaving vid went viral and garnered eight million views in two days. And fans reacted--but in a wholly unanticipated way: they were angry.
[6:31:49 PM] Emilly Orr: They flooded fan boards and chat rooms saying the wig told them she wasn't sorry at all, and now it's a PR nightmare.
I never thought I'd say this, but I am dying to know what this vegan, fat-free, chocolate pudding tastes like...but I'll admit, I don't think I'm brave enough to try it on my own. Why? Two reasons: half of its base is zucchini; the other half is sweet potatoes.
But hey, feel free, experiment and share the joy. Or something.
The Real Tuesday Weld have returned from their Russian tour, and have now set up a dedicated domain for their various natterings. The Blogspot for the Clerkenwell Kid is still active, as is their Facebook and Twitter feed, and the Antique Beat email service. But this will now be the spot where all new updates are sent first. Wonderful.
Finally, Google Glass gets a test run, and looks damn fine doing it. Wave of the future? Pretty much.
And if you ever have a need for two dead mesh goats, I can now help you with that. I have no idea why anyone would need that, but hey, just in case, there you go.
Did I mention God has this odd habit of popping back into my life on occasion?
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: FROM THE HELLS I RETURNED
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: TWICE
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: IN A ROW
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: WOOOOOOOO
Emilly: Yay? And which hells?
This is a legitimate question. For God, there's a lot of hells. Not quite as many as Big Trouble in Little China, but close.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: just won a game of dota 2
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: so hard
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: i fought 3 people
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: they killed me when i got one
Emilly: Dota 2?
Dota 2 seems to be, from my understanding (after looking it up) to be sort of a formal, official sequel to a few informal, non-official mods for other released games.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: so my guy auto rez'd
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and then i killed another and they killed me again
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: AND I CAME BACK AGAIN
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: AND KILLED THE THIRD
Emilly: Woot!
Emilly: TRIUMPH
Figured it was appropriate. Still wasn't sure what was going on--the looking-up phase hadn't happened yet.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: ALL HAIL THE SKELETON KING
Hey, that was appropriate too. Not that I knew what God meant (though that's a fair point, also--sometimes, it's really hard to tell what God means in any given conversation).
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: yeah dota 2
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: its like nerd sports
Emilly laughs
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: the international nerd sports
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: wish i took a screen of that guy asking why wont you die
I mentioned my watching of back-to-back Let's Play videos of Final Fantasy (begun with FFXIII, and now nearing the end of FFXIII-2). God mentioned another game I'd never heard of:
Emilly: Also, up to part 55 of an insanely long YouTube series on Final Fantasy XIII-2
Emilly: I think it's nomming on my brain
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Hahahah
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Its a lp?
Emilly: Yep
Emilly: Kung Fu Jesus and PokeCap'n, Medibot, MyNameIsKaz, some others
Emilly: Just a big room of guys playing Final Fantasy, eating cookies, and going crazy on occasion from the stress of playing the game
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: I think I know kung fu jesus
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: he started on SA I think?
Emilly: Yep
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Hes in their lparchive
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: OH You should see GODHAND if you want a hilarious one
Emilly: It's weird, I now have LPers I recognize.
Emilly: Godhand?
Still a valid question.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Its
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: like
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: a beat-em-up
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: but
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: uh
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: you have the arm of a god
Emilly: Just the one?
Apparently, yes. Just the one.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and go after demons
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: its in the old west
Emilly: So you're Hellboy, then
Because seriously, that's how it sounds.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and you fight a mexican elvis demon
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: well
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: hmm
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: theres a poison chihuahua
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: uh
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: you fight 2 gay luchadores and one doesnt have a dick
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: man
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: theres like
Emilly: 0.0
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: a ton of crazy shit
I don't even. There's so much that's so deeply odd in that section. (Since having this conversation, by the way, I've watched part of a run through the game by the same group, and...yeah. It really IS that odd.)
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: and yet, its a more reasonable game than Anarchy Reigns, which is new for 30$ tell all your friends
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Anarchy Reigns is a fighting game. With 16 people at once. Over 5 city blocks.
Emilly laughs
Emilly: Advertising!
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: AIRPLAINS FALL
Emilly: Snakes were probably on them
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: YOU CAN PILEDRIVE HELICOPTERS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: CATCH MISSILES
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: TITS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: MUTANTS
Emilly: Wait, you catch missiles with your tits, what?
Still trying to understand it all.
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: BUTTZ
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: ROCKET HAMMERS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: AZN TRIPLETS WHO ARE SEXY ASSASSINS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: ROBOTS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: ROBOT NINJAS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: NINJAS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: THE BLACKEST MAN ON THE PLANET, THE BLACKER BARON
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: HIS ROBOT HOOKER
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: CHAINSAW ARMS
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: its pretty sweet
Uh...
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: So in summary, Godhand is cray and Anarchy Reigns made it look normal
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: http://youtu.be/0eQSSwmCUks 20 sec video on how hype i get about anarchy reigns
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: http://youtu.be/G6U12dQPykI the actual reasons to get this game
Emilly: Yeah, we watch a lot of Achievement Hunter/Roosterteeth, because at times they play games SO badly (Minecraft, generally)
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Hahaha
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: You watch the one of them playing Clouds?
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: the minecraft map they made?
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: I loved that one
Emilly: Oh man, that one just COLLAPSED me
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: Hahaha
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: But yeah, anarchy reigns
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: im gonna go play that right now
Emilly: hee!
Oh no not me I won't stand it no: laterrrrrr
Emilly: Ta!
"We're all doodlers by nature," says Brandon Griggs, but what if we had the ability to make our doodles real objects? About two weeks back, parent company WobbleWorks launched what they thought was a modest enough proposal--$30,000 to get their proof of concept into mass production. Now, still with half a month to go, they've topped one million dollars in donations.
I guess more people really want to give their sketches shape than they thought.
Sadly, gadget canes are not as popular anymore--and most of the ones that are still made involve swords or alcohol--but on occasion, a vintage one surfaces that can, if nothing else, be appreciated from a distance. This is one such cane. An ornately carved ivory knob over the metal collar (complete with monogram initial), it hides a metal pick, a small dagger, and a fine ivory tool that resembles a bodkin to my eyes, but then, I sew; everything starts to look like a needle after a while.
In a prime example of cultural differences, this struck me as just odd: Minami Minegishi, one of the young singers in the idoru group AKB48, was caught leaving her boyfriend's home by press. Her reaction to this news? She shaved her head and offered a seemingly heartfelt apology--complete with wracked sobs and genuflections. But here's where it gets really odd:
[6:30:35 PM] Emilly Orr: Apparently, she's been demoted to "trainee" status, which means she'll only appear in the back of the group on tours, and not be shown outside of small clips in music videos.
[6:31:23 PM] Emilly Orr: The weird thing is that the management company for these girls forced her to wear a wig after the head-shaving vid went viral and garnered eight million views in two days. And fans reacted--but in a wholly unanticipated way: they were angry.
[6:31:49 PM] Emilly Orr: They flooded fan boards and chat rooms saying the wig told them she wasn't sorry at all, and now it's a PR nightmare.
I never thought I'd say this, but I am dying to know what this vegan, fat-free, chocolate pudding tastes like...but I'll admit, I don't think I'm brave enough to try it on my own. Why? Two reasons: half of its base is zucchini; the other half is sweet potatoes.
But hey, feel free, experiment and share the joy. Or something.
The Real Tuesday Weld have returned from their Russian tour, and have now set up a dedicated domain for their various natterings. The Blogspot for the Clerkenwell Kid is still active, as is their Facebook and Twitter feed, and the Antique Beat email service. But this will now be the spot where all new updates are sent first. Wonderful.
Finally, Google Glass gets a test run, and looks damn fine doing it. Wave of the future? Pretty much.
15 February, 2013
this vicious circle's getting out of hand
[12:55] ʎpuɐↃ ssǝɹʇsıW (cxxxxxxxx): I read this message in wow skin group PLEASE CIRCULATE THIS NOTICE TO YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY ON YOUR CONTACT LIST.
*ATTENTION*!!!!!!
In the coming days, you should be aware¦
Do not open any message with an attachment called: "Invitation FACEBOOK", regardless of who sent it.
It is a virus that opens an Olympic torch that burns the whole hard disc C of your computer. This virus will be received from someone you had in your address book.
That's why you should send this message to all your can
[12:56] Emilly Orr: Oh, not again
I swear, I see at least one of these a day, and I'm not in a lot of high-traffic groups by intent. I'm sure that people in larger, more "chatty" groups see this more than I do.
[12:56] Emilly Orr: [Cxxxx], it's not a real threat
[12:56] Lxxx Pxxxxxxx: wow
[12:56] ღ ριηкч ღ (pxxxxxxxx Fxxx): thanks i will spam that around asap
[12:57] Emilly Orr: Please don't.
[12:57] ღ ριηкч ღ (pxxxxxxxx Fxxx): huh?
So, I did some quick work to track it down. I wasn't trying for open hostility, just information. While I was off doing that, others were chiming in.
[12:59] pxxx (pxxxxxxx Mxxxxxxxx): Candy, that's spam., it's ment to have people like you paste it all over
[12:59] pxxx (pxxxxxxx Mxxxxxxxx): so please dont
[12:58] ʎpuɐↃ ssǝɹʇsıW (cxxxxxxxx): I check and is in all the web, but just in case dont open it
That's the problem, isn't it? If we don't understand the technology we use, we don't understand how and why it stops working, let alone why it works in the first place. And I am not immune to this sort of magical thinking--I've made the "box of magic smoke" references, and there have been more than a few times where I've honestly struck computer towers, as if percussive maintenance would actually work on motherboards and hard drives.
[12:59] Zxxxxxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx: Spam can also be used for sammiches.
[12:59] Zxxxxxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx: But that is a diffrent conversation.
[12:59] Exxxxx (pxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx): probably a more interesting one
[13:00] Emilly Orr: Not only that, but it's OLD spam. Like vintage 2006 old: http://www.snopes.com/computer/virus/invitation.asp
But this is how infection works, right? One person gets sick, infects another person, who infects another person, who...you get the idea. And in more places than just SL, virii no longer have to be computer-based. Now, they can be purely text-based, and people will still pick up the infection and pass it on. Whether out of fear, confusion, or simple misunderstanding of the technologies we increasingly rely upon, virii still exist, and will find new ways to keep existing--save that, once they move away from malicious coding, become far more insidious wasters of our time.
So what's the deal behind Prince Stolas on Twitter? God, of all people, tipped me to him, and it's a little unnerving that his/her/its user pic (as well as the name, for that matter) both relate to the Goetic hierarchy of named demons. Of course, to be fair, My Lord Stiv was never all that sane, even when he was hanging out at the Enigma in SL, so it's unsurprising to find him consorting with owl-faced demonic entities.
What is surprising, I suppose, is to find said owl-faced demonic entity handing out "fashion curses" on Twitter.
Turning to current news, someone mentioned a meteorite striking Russia late last night. I tossed the link to friends, and we went off to look for proof of veracity.
Turns out a meteorite did strike Russia last night. There's a ton of video footage, and at this point, a ton of coverage, and just about every link is saying that this had nothing to do with the "near miss" fly-by of DA14.
I'm not so sure, to be perfectly honest; while it wasn't DA14, it likely was an outrider pulled along the asteroid's route.
[Insert from the Editrix: here is a great article on what did--and didn't--happen regarding the meteor strike over Russia. Prevailing science says my theory's wrong; the meteor that hit and DA14 were on completely different ellipticals.]
Turning to video games: there have been many ways for Lara Croft to die in the older games; usually some variation of being hit by things (bullets, tigers, lasers, the ground), or being drowned, being crushed by falling things, et cetera; none of them were really that memorable, in the sense that the death itself wasn't the point, but the end-stop moment where you'd have to try again. They were, as a rule, just memorable enough that (most) players didn't want to see them over and over again.
More news from the front lines of the new Lara Croft: this is now their idea of memorable. (Clicking that link, btw, leads to an incredibly visceral and disturbing death that someone made into a .gif; I would say it's definitely NSFW, and might indeed be NSF anyone, ever.)
This is what's been bothering me about the new trend towards "realism" in games. And it's not even the Uncanny Valley aspects of coding, nor am I going to go off on how violent videogames cause children to find guns and kill people, because they don't. I do think, however, that violence in video games, combined with the violence we see on television, on our streets, by watching the news, by watching horror films...it doesn't predispose anyone to violent thoughts or outbursts, but I do think it becomes easier and easier to adapt to the set point of violence, whatever that is for the culture at the time.
To that end, I think scenes like this, where Croft is going to die, there is no way for her not to die, yet we are shown her death throes to the end anyway, vividly; I think scenes like this are closer to torture porn, frankly, than "realistic" death, with "weight and impact". And we run a very real risk, by participating in these death scenes by proxy, of making it easier to shrug off other forms of violence.
*ATTENTION*!!!!!!
In the coming days, you should be aware¦
Do not open any message with an attachment called: "Invitation FACEBOOK", regardless of who sent it.
It is a virus that opens an Olympic torch that burns the whole hard disc C of your computer. This virus will be received from someone you had in your address book.
That's why you should send this message to all your can
[12:56] Emilly Orr: Oh, not again
I swear, I see at least one of these a day, and I'm not in a lot of high-traffic groups by intent. I'm sure that people in larger, more "chatty" groups see this more than I do.
[12:56] Emilly Orr: [Cxxxx], it's not a real threat
[12:56] Lxxx Pxxxxxxx: wow
[12:56] ღ ριηкч ღ (pxxxxxxxx Fxxx): thanks i will spam that around asap
[12:57] Emilly Orr: Please don't.
[12:57] ღ ριηкч ღ (pxxxxxxxx Fxxx): huh?
So, I did some quick work to track it down. I wasn't trying for open hostility, just information. While I was off doing that, others were chiming in.
[12:59] pxxx (pxxxxxxx Mxxxxxxxx): Candy, that's spam., it's ment to have people like you paste it all over
[12:59] pxxx (pxxxxxxx Mxxxxxxxx): so please dont
[12:58] ʎpuɐↃ ssǝɹʇsıW (cxxxxxxxx): I check and is in all the web, but just in case dont open it
That's the problem, isn't it? If we don't understand the technology we use, we don't understand how and why it stops working, let alone why it works in the first place. And I am not immune to this sort of magical thinking--I've made the "box of magic smoke" references, and there have been more than a few times where I've honestly struck computer towers, as if percussive maintenance would actually work on motherboards and hard drives.
[12:59] Zxxxxxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx: Spam can also be used for sammiches.
[12:59] Zxxxxxxxxxx Hxxxxxxxxx: But that is a diffrent conversation.
[12:59] Exxxxx (pxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx): probably a more interesting one
[13:00] Emilly Orr: Not only that, but it's OLD spam. Like vintage 2006 old: http://www.snopes.com/computer/virus/invitation.asp
But this is how infection works, right? One person gets sick, infects another person, who infects another person, who...you get the idea. And in more places than just SL, virii no longer have to be computer-based. Now, they can be purely text-based, and people will still pick up the infection and pass it on. Whether out of fear, confusion, or simple misunderstanding of the technologies we increasingly rely upon, virii still exist, and will find new ways to keep existing--save that, once they move away from malicious coding, become far more insidious wasters of our time.
So what's the deal behind Prince Stolas on Twitter? God, of all people, tipped me to him, and it's a little unnerving that his/her/its user pic (as well as the name, for that matter) both relate to the Goetic hierarchy of named demons. Of course, to be fair, My Lord Stiv was never all that sane, even when he was hanging out at the Enigma in SL, so it's unsurprising to find him consorting with owl-faced demonic entities.
What is surprising, I suppose, is to find said owl-faced demonic entity handing out "fashion curses" on Twitter.
Turning to current news, someone mentioned a meteorite striking Russia late last night. I tossed the link to friends, and we went off to look for proof of veracity.
Turns out a meteorite did strike Russia last night. There's a ton of video footage, and at this point, a ton of coverage, and just about every link is saying that this had nothing to do with the "near miss" fly-by of DA14.
I'm not so sure, to be perfectly honest; while it wasn't DA14, it likely was an outrider pulled along the asteroid's route.
[Insert from the Editrix: here is a great article on what did--and didn't--happen regarding the meteor strike over Russia. Prevailing science says my theory's wrong; the meteor that hit and DA14 were on completely different ellipticals.]
Turning to video games: there have been many ways for Lara Croft to die in the older games; usually some variation of being hit by things (bullets, tigers, lasers, the ground), or being drowned, being crushed by falling things, et cetera; none of them were really that memorable, in the sense that the death itself wasn't the point, but the end-stop moment where you'd have to try again. They were, as a rule, just memorable enough that (most) players didn't want to see them over and over again.
More news from the front lines of the new Lara Croft: this is now their idea of memorable. (Clicking that link, btw, leads to an incredibly visceral and disturbing death that someone made into a .gif; I would say it's definitely NSFW, and might indeed be NSF anyone, ever.)
This is what's been bothering me about the new trend towards "realism" in games. And it's not even the Uncanny Valley aspects of coding, nor am I going to go off on how violent videogames cause children to find guns and kill people, because they don't. I do think, however, that violence in video games, combined with the violence we see on television, on our streets, by watching the news, by watching horror films...it doesn't predispose anyone to violent thoughts or outbursts, but I do think it becomes easier and easier to adapt to the set point of violence, whatever that is for the culture at the time.
To that end, I think scenes like this, where Croft is going to die, there is no way for her not to die, yet we are shown her death throes to the end anyway, vividly; I think scenes like this are closer to torture porn, frankly, than "realistic" death, with "weight and impact". And we run a very real risk, by participating in these death scenes by proxy, of making it easier to shrug off other forms of violence.
20 December, 2012
you are the hole in my head, you are the space in my bed
Seriously, people, Unicode abuse, I sees it: just walked past a "ṩᾧἔἔҭђἷłᾄʀẏ".
Her bio was worse:
And then, God dropped by to amuse me.
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: emillllly
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: i have a daaaaate
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: im nervouuuuus
I know. God gets nervous. This makes my brain giggle.
Emilly: Why?
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: First date from an online thing
And God uses online dating. More amusement.
Emilly: Ah
Emilly: Was this an "I really like your hair" booking, or a "hey, we might have hit it off and I think you're not psychotic" booking?
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: Second one
Emilly: Then treat it as a coffee date. Go in to have fun and see if you've got compatible interests. Hold no other expectations. It's just a meet-n-greet.
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: Yeah
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: F*ck
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: ALright
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: HEADING OUT
Godspeed, err...God. Is that sacreligious?
So, server-side baking is coming, and there's already a big fuss on the net about it. Which is odd--many of the third-party viewers are either close to converting over to v3 structuring, or they already have and they're just waiting to see if the code tests out. So why all the sturm und drang?
Based on comments on that article, and some additional feedback read over on SL Universe, I really think it's because Souther honestly, deeply believes that if it's not Firestorm, obviously it's flawed. And since nearly everyone in her opinion uses Firestorm, then if it's not something her team can do, then no one else can do it.
And her assertion that older machines won't be able to use SL after the code shift--well, seriously, there are machines that can't use SL now, I doubt a server-side recoding will kill access for anyone who's not already suffering connection problems. Flat out.
I guess for me, time will tell, and I do plan on following the developments on the third-party viewers I plan on continuing to use. But I don't think it sounds like a deal-breaker yet. If anything, it will stop things like this or this from happening--and frankly, I'd much rather look at an avatar that's all grey than one that has those kinds of problems. Letting me not see some of them is actually better for everyone.
As bizarre and giggle-inducing as they can be at times.
Finally, I leave you with the BilBIQ quadraped robot. Currently, it has no sensors, and so must be programmed only to walk in straight lines for prespecified limits. Still, they are planning on enabling sensors in the future, which will make it able to read its environment and react independently by moving one, two, or all four curved limbs.
Her bio was worse:
☆ ¤º☆ ¤º☆ ¤ºin ferie = NN ROMpete☆ ¤º☆ ¤º☆ ¤º☆ ☆´¨)Why, why must you abuse the system so?
ƈձթﻨгε զսձlƈօรձ ժﻨ ოε ժձ սռ թгօբﻨlօ օ ժձ թօƈհε թձгօlε ﹖էгօթթօ รεოթlﻨƈε﹗﹗﹗
. ¸.•´ ¸.•*´¨) ☆.(¯`•.•´¯)
(.¸.•´ (¸.•` ☆ ¤º.`•.¸.•´ ☆ђ เ Lค гเ¸.•*¨)☆™☆
☑100% รςคtєภคtค
☑100% թձ২২ձ
☑100% νﻨνձ
And then, God dropped by to amuse me.
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: emillllly
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: i have a daaaaate
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: im nervouuuuus
I know. God gets nervous. This makes my brain giggle.
Emilly: Why?
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: First date from an online thing
And God uses online dating. More amusement.
Emilly: Ah
Emilly: Was this an "I really like your hair" booking, or a "hey, we might have hit it off and I think you're not psychotic" booking?
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: Second one
Emilly: Then treat it as a coffee date. Go in to have fun and see if you've got compatible interests. Hold no other expectations. It's just a meet-n-greet.
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: Yeah
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: F*ck
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: ALright
Booty Magician, Boy Detective: HEADING OUT
Godspeed, err...God. Is that sacreligious?
So, server-side baking is coming, and there's already a big fuss on the net about it. Which is odd--many of the third-party viewers are either close to converting over to v3 structuring, or they already have and they're just waiting to see if the code tests out. So why all the sturm und drang?
Based on comments on that article, and some additional feedback read over on SL Universe, I really think it's because Souther honestly, deeply believes that if it's not Firestorm, obviously it's flawed. And since nearly everyone in her opinion uses Firestorm, then if it's not something her team can do, then no one else can do it.
And her assertion that older machines won't be able to use SL after the code shift--well, seriously, there are machines that can't use SL now, I doubt a server-side recoding will kill access for anyone who's not already suffering connection problems. Flat out.
I guess for me, time will tell, and I do plan on following the developments on the third-party viewers I plan on continuing to use. But I don't think it sounds like a deal-breaker yet. If anything, it will stop things like this or this from happening--and frankly, I'd much rather look at an avatar that's all grey than one that has those kinds of problems. Letting me not see some of them is actually better for everyone.
As bizarre and giggle-inducing as they can be at times.
Finally, I leave you with the BilBIQ quadraped robot. Currently, it has no sensors, and so must be programmed only to walk in straight lines for prespecified limits. Still, they are planning on enabling sensors in the future, which will make it able to read its environment and react independently by moving one, two, or all four curved limbs.
12 December, 2012
I was hiding from the surface that was the death of you and I
If anyone's in need of a rather sensual teacher's outfit for roleplay, you might want to check out Vendom.
The "Demonic Academy" outfit is on a low target (fifty clicks only; you can see the board behind our anonymous model). The outfit includes the suit top, white underwear bottoms, prim padded shoulders plus prim arm cuffs, along with gloves, prim lapels, eyeglasses, a high-slit short system skirt, the stiletto pumps, sculpted succubus mini-wings, succubus mini-horns, the flexi succubus tail, the teaching pointer, and vintage-style black sheer hose (with the back seam). It also comes with Vendom's token busty, hippy shape (which you can see on the lass in question).
And here's the back of the outfit. (Her skin, eyes, hair, and I believe the thigh-high boots are not included in this outfit package, by the way.)
You can find the Demonic Academy outfit at Vendom--at least until she changes the board.
unexploded: HEY
unexploded: YOU
O Lord My God, what the hell did I do to attract your attention now? Really, I was doing fine sunk in my own little pit of self-pity and gloom.
unexploded: LOOK AT MY NEW SHIRT
Emilly: Hmm?
Emilly looks
Emilly flinches
Emilly: Dear gods, where did you find that?
unexploded: THE INTERNET
The internet is a broken, broken thing.
Emilly: Gahhh.
unexploded: IT MIGHT HAVE JUST BEEN A PART OF THE INTERNET THAT BECAME MATERIAL
Emilly: I can believe this.
I can, too. As if this was a stray bit of code that managed to bleed, Matrix-like, into a textile house somewhere, and this aberrant monstrosity was the result.
unexploded: IT IS THE BEST
Emilly: Do people run screaming?
Because seriously, I'd run screaming. Or treat them to Sinners in the Hands of a Wrathful Em, if I was in a mood. Because those are truly devastating typos back to back.
unexploded: I WEAR IT AT HOME SO I DO NOT GET BEAT UP
Emilly: Ah.
unexploded has changed their name to a nice tshirt is for ME.
a nice tshirt is for ME: So what are you up to?
I suppose it's nice when God takes an interest...but it's not reassuring.
In technological news, there's a new military/surveillance drone that's making waves. It's compact, it's got a quirky name (the HyTAQ), and it's equally comfortable rolling around in its little cage, or flying about if the terrain gets too rough. It's elegantly designed, but I have to agree with Warren Ellis, who said it looked uncomfortably similar to a robotic bat-spider hybrid. And...yeah, it kinda does.
In a cage.
Which flies.
 |
| (from the Avatars album) |
The "Demonic Academy" outfit is on a low target (fifty clicks only; you can see the board behind our anonymous model). The outfit includes the suit top, white underwear bottoms, prim padded shoulders plus prim arm cuffs, along with gloves, prim lapels, eyeglasses, a high-slit short system skirt, the stiletto pumps, sculpted succubus mini-wings, succubus mini-horns, the flexi succubus tail, the teaching pointer, and vintage-style black sheer hose (with the back seam). It also comes with Vendom's token busty, hippy shape (which you can see on the lass in question).
 |
| (from the Avatars album) |
And here's the back of the outfit. (Her skin, eyes, hair, and I believe the thigh-high boots are not included in this outfit package, by the way.)
You can find the Demonic Academy outfit at Vendom--at least until she changes the board.
unexploded: HEY
unexploded: YOU
O Lord My God, what the hell did I do to attract your attention now? Really, I was doing fine sunk in my own little pit of self-pity and gloom.
unexploded: LOOK AT MY NEW SHIRT
Emilly: Hmm?
Emilly looks
Emilly flinches
Emilly: Dear gods, where did you find that?
unexploded: THE INTERNET
The internet is a broken, broken thing.
Emilly: Gahhh.
unexploded: IT MIGHT HAVE JUST BEEN A PART OF THE INTERNET THAT BECAME MATERIAL
Emilly: I can believe this.
I can, too. As if this was a stray bit of code that managed to bleed, Matrix-like, into a textile house somewhere, and this aberrant monstrosity was the result.
unexploded: IT IS THE BEST
Emilly: Do people run screaming?
Because seriously, I'd run screaming. Or treat them to Sinners in the Hands of a Wrathful Em, if I was in a mood. Because those are truly devastating typos back to back.
unexploded: I WEAR IT AT HOME SO I DO NOT GET BEAT UP
Emilly: Ah.
unexploded has changed their name to a nice tshirt is for ME.
a nice tshirt is for ME: So what are you up to?
I suppose it's nice when God takes an interest...but it's not reassuring.
In technological news, there's a new military/surveillance drone that's making waves. It's compact, it's got a quirky name (the HyTAQ), and it's equally comfortable rolling around in its little cage, or flying about if the terrain gets too rough. It's elegantly designed, but I have to agree with Warren Ellis, who said it looked uncomfortably similar to a robotic bat-spider hybrid. And...yeah, it kinda does.
In a cage.
Which flies.
13 August, 2012
if you're here, can you prove you're really here?
As I'm likely the only person who still pays attention to what God's doing on the outside--and, Stiv being Stiv, it's bound to be strange anyway--I actually spent several minutes cackling to the latest.
Out of the blue (while taking the last run of Hair Fair shots), I got this:
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: http://youtu.be/9bZkp7q19f0
Emilly cackles
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: i have been thrashing around the room to this and Andrew WKs cover of the Mickey Mouse Club song
Emilly: Okay, the second one sounds disturbing.
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: HEY THERE HI THERE HO THERE
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: IS THE BEST PARTY
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: CAUSE ITS JUST YELLING AND JUST THROWING YOURSELF ALL OVER THE PLACE
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: TRY IT
Emilly: hee
So I went looking. Turns out there's an entire album of this. It's called "MOSH PIT on DISNEY". I have no idea whether it's official, or not, but it's out there.
In more ways than one.
Also, during the opening of the 2012 Olympics in London, the TARDIS materialized. Well, no, it didn't, but the sound was heard.
Still, that's cool enough. (Link now replaced with working one--sadly, the sound quality's much worse.)
And there's a group of scientists studying the manta ray for future use in undersea exploration vehicles. Which we still desperately need, being as how we're still living on a ball of mostly water, and our oceans are currently dying.
[Help] Santa Lady: wait am i on virtue server?
[Help] Rainwolf: meow
Yeah. That pretty much sums up Virtue server in City of Heroes.
Out of the blue (while taking the last run of Hair Fair shots), I got this:
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: http://youtu.be/9bZkp7q19f0
Emilly cackles
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: i have been thrashing around the room to this and Andrew WKs cover of the Mickey Mouse Club song
Emilly: Okay, the second one sounds disturbing.
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: HEY THERE HI THERE HO THERE
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: IS THE BEST PARTY
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: CAUSE ITS JUST YELLING AND JUST THROWING YOURSELF ALL OVER THE PLACE
PARTY MAN, not quite a hero: TRY IT
Emilly: hee
So I went looking. Turns out there's an entire album of this. It's called "MOSH PIT on DISNEY". I have no idea whether it's official, or not, but it's out there.
In more ways than one.
Also, during the opening of the 2012 Olympics in London, the TARDIS materialized. Well, no, it didn't, but the sound was heard.
Still, that's cool enough. (Link now replaced with working one--sadly, the sound quality's much worse.)
And there's a group of scientists studying the manta ray for future use in undersea exploration vehicles. Which we still desperately need, being as how we're still living on a ball of mostly water, and our oceans are currently dying.
[Help] Santa Lady: wait am i on virtue server?
[Help] Rainwolf: meow
Yeah. That pretty much sums up Virtue server in City of Heroes.
15 February, 2012
I toss and turn, I'm losing sleep
(The non-Stiv portions of this post have been moved over to the new blog.)
God still has this odd habit of popping up unexpectedly:
butts: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
butts: ENERGY
butts: JUST GOT OFF WORK
butts: TIME TO
butts: P
butts: A
butts: R
butts: T
butts: Y
Emilly: Wau. I haven't gone to bed yet.
butts: Ditto, kiddo
butts: NYTE SHIFTTZ
Emilly: So, how is life treating the former god who's now working...where are you working, anyway?
butts: PSYCH WARD
butts: Fitting, I know
Emilly: But of course you are
butts is now Offline.
But of course he is.
God still has this odd habit of popping up unexpectedly:
butts: ENERGY
butts: JUST GOT OFF WORK
butts: TIME TO
butts: P
butts: A
butts: R
butts: T
butts: Y
Emilly: Wau. I haven't gone to bed yet.
butts: Ditto, kiddo
butts: NYTE SHIFTTZ
Emilly: So, how is life treating the former god who's now working...where are you working, anyway?
butts: PSYCH WARD
butts: Fitting, I know
Emilly: But of course you are
butts is now Offline.
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04 February, 2012
have we put these childish things away?
More from the wilds of City of Heroes. It started with a fairly simple request:
[Help] Trioceros: Looking for Villian Group! Please send tell! Thank you!
It's "villain", but proceed.
[Help] Trioceros: Looking for Villian Group! Please send tell! Thank you!
It's "villain", but proceed.
How'ver, a short while later:
[Help] Trioceros: Looking for villian group. Please send invite!
It's still "villain". You're getting it wrong.
[Help] Trioceros: Looking for villian group. Please send invite!
It's still "villain". You're getting it wrong.
A few minutes past that:
[Help] Trioceros: Oh please! Arent there any Villian Groups around?
Still "villain". He doesn't seem to be grasping that.
[Help] Trioceros: Oh please! Arent there any Villian Groups around?
Still "villain". He doesn't seem to be grasping that.
In the meantime, a relevant conversation had sprung up in the background:
[Help] Star-Witch: Can you recolour APP powers?
[Help] Trioceros: Isnt there any Villian Groups?
[Help] Merryl ShockClaw: Not yet Star
[Help] Selachii Satellite: No, you can't, Witch.
[Help] Trioceros: I didnt understand a word you two just said.
Okay. "APP" stands for "Ancillary Power Pools", aka, your Epic powers that you only get at level 35 or higher. This is more traditionally known as "Epic powers".
Some friendly advice was offered:
[Help] Polar Ray: trio i don't think asking that frequently will get you anywhere, you might want to check the server forum for sg directory thread.
[Help] Trioceros: Are you nembers of Villian Groups?
"Nembers"? Yep. He really typed that. Also, still "villain", and for added fun, for those who don't know, "sg" is short for "supergroups"--essentially, large groups of folks bound by RP rules, or specific fandoms, or to get together for weekly task or strike forces...or just the love of the game.
[Help] Star-Witch: Boo. Thanks for the answer, Selachii.
[Help] Trioceros: Uh, hello?
[Help] Star-Witch: Hello?
[Help] Gearhouse: Hey
[Help] Trioceros: Are you a nember of a Villian Group?
This is getting recursive.
[Help] Star-Witch: No, I'm a hero.
[Help] Trioceros: Hello?
She said "hero", not--oh, never mind.
[Help] Gearhouse: Hallo, das auto??
[Help] Trioceros: (eyelids half closed)
As will become obvious later, this does not indicate he is sleepy. It indicates he is upset. Though I'm not sure how "eyelids half closed" registers. "Eyes narrow" might have been better. "Eyelids half closed" signals to me that the medication's just kicked in.
[Help] Trioceros: Are. You A. Nember. Of. A. Villian. Group?
[Help] Mender Kumquat: No. Nor am I a member of one.
I just have to say, "Mender Kumquat" is an awesome name.
[Help] Gearhouse: I think therefore I am not
[Help] Star-Witch: No. I Am. Not.
[Help] Trioceros: Well is there anyone out there who is?
[Help] Trioceros: Hello?
[Help] Phoenix Du'Black: hi
[Help] Trioceros: Oh, this is ridiculous!
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: No, this is Patrick.
Really, can't blame anyone, here, save for maybe Trioceros, for asking so very many times.
[Help] Polar Ray: so, how is your aspergers treating you Tri?
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: Woah Ray, no need to go there
[Help] Bane Widow: That's not asperger's, that's impatient teenager.
I tend to agree.
[Help] Gearhouse: the help channel is not for disparagement of those with disabilities please keep it to pocket D
Well, that's also true. As a friend told me, there are people with disabilities in Pocket D. We must respect those anime teenage catgirl half-demons who are not, after all, futa (and that link contains an image which might be the merest bit NSFW). It creates a terrible disparity to be a young lesbian feline angelic robotic cyborg demon schoolgirl vampire without a penis. We feel for them, and we empathize with their pain.
[Help] Trioceros: Okay, I'm in Mercy.
No one cares.
[Help] Polar Ray: he must be trolling.
[Help] Trioceros: (eyelids half closed)
Remember, "sleepy" equates to "irritated".
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: It's pretty tough to find a group at this time of day/night, so maybe try later.
[Help] Gearhouse: you see the eyelids as half closed, i see them half open
[Help] Trioceros: All I want to do is join a Villian Group! I never thought this would be so hard!
[Help] Sword Droid: its not
[Help] Sword Droid: when people are awake
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: Like I said, there's not many people on redside at this time of day/night/afternoon
Yeah. If you don't get a good response, hey, ask another time. Or maybe, ask in broadcast on redside. That might work better, than the Help channel, which is broadcast to the entire game.
[Help] Sword Droid: come back in 5 hours - I'm sure you'll be fine
[Help] Polar Ray: or when you weren't spamming the help channel, of all channels.
Yeah. What Ray said.
[Help] Bane Widow: OK, I'm calling impatient teenage troll.
Pretty sure I agree.
[Help] Clarissa Myers: also, there aren't many redsiders to begin with ^^
[Help] Recon Bot M12: This time of day there's not many on Trio, only us eurotrash and a few American insomniacs
[Help] Trioceros: Oh, do you really think i'm that gullible?
Yeah, we really do. But also, again, all this started at three in the morning. Get real.
[Help] Bane Widow: I promise, your attitude won't get you invited into any VGs worth being in.
[Help] Trioceros: Well, what do you know?
Well, even villains value politeness.
[Help] Sword Droid: No - really - no need to make a fuss - come back in a few hours when the rest of the country has crawled out of bed
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: And some aussies.
[Help] Sword Droid: what time is it in Aus?
[Help] Mender Kumquat: 9:30 in Australia.
[Help] De Profundis: party time over here
[Help] Polar Ray: so, tell us how it is like to live on the moontime?
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: In my part? 10:23 in the PM on a saturday.
[Help] Sword Droid: hey hey - aussies are more afraid of you than you are of them
It went on like this for a while, rather convivial, until:
[Help] Trioceros: The horror of living in a polutted part of Madagascar is more like it!
Yeah....so let's put aside "polutted" for a moment; what does he have against Madagascar?
Just a few moments after:
[Help] Trioceros: Okay, my patience is wearing thin. Looking for Villian Group.
[Help] Carnival Warwolf: Redside is as dead as Batman's parents.
Well, I wouldn't say that. I still think there's a lot of individual villains on redside that are reasonably active; it's just that there aren't as many as on blueside. Plus, a lot of the bigger blueside groups have both redside and blueside members; so there are fewer redside super-groups overall.
Still, I don't think it really was that there weren't any villains on at this hour; I truly think it was the perception that Trioceros was an ass within two minutes of hearing from him that made no super-group willing to toss him an invitation to join.
Three minutes later:
[Help] Trioceros: Would it help if you americans werent brain damaged.
Yeah, guy, I get that you're frustrated, but this is not the way to go.
[Help] Isis Enyalios: when looking for a VG or farms you need to log in with the rest of the [player base]
[Help] Clarissa Myers: trioceros, careful, with no patience. you don't want to end up like ed gruberman.
[Help] Trioceros: Gruberman?
[Help] Daddy Long-Legs: Boot to the head!
I suppose Trioceros can be forgiven for not remembering the Frantics; after all, at this point we were all pretty sure he was fourteen, at the maximum. More likely twelve.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: I'm brain damaged? CRAP. I wish I would have known.
[Help] Trioceros: You are all weridos.
That's "weirdos", and that's your biggest insult?
[Help] Clarissa Myers: naaaah, we could be worse
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: You are trolling/racist
[Help] Trioceros: You are worse.
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Probably.
He just never seemed to fully grasp that other people, on the internet, were finding his outrage funny. Also, his sarcasm filter is in dire need of repair; obviously, it's burnt out.
[Help] Carnival Warwolf: I just realized something.
[Help] Clarissa Myers: we could have CATGIRLS here.
[Help] Thistlebeam: Clarissa: we DO have catgirls here, who are you kidding?
It's true. People complain about the amount of "furs" on City of Heroes since the Beast pack came out, but cat ears and tails were always options in the game.
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Meow
[Help] Trioceros: Something tells me that you ARE nembers of Villian Groups but you're too stupid to let me in them.
[Help] Gearhouse: *slowly raises neko paw*
[Help] Selachii Satellite: I'm not feeling too stupid right now, to be honest.
I don't think anyone was...save for, possibly, Trioceros. And again, it's "members", not "nembers", you loon.
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: can't we all just....get along!?
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Calling people idiots is a bad idea if you want something, bro
Generally.
[Help] Trioceros: For a start I would like to join a Villian Group.
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Hurr hurr
Stiv? O Lord, you play City of Heroes?
[Help] Carnival Warwolf: Trio, you're not even giving out what kind of information you want pertaining to a VG. Are you an RPer or power leveler? Do you run TF's or are you looking for casual play?
[Help] Trioceros: *facepalm*
See, that's a good question too. There are entire supergroups that are bound to very specific RP scenarios--some based around the conventions of Paragon City/Rogue Isles, some based in other fandoms. There are groups that limit themselves to ERP (erotic roleplay). There are other groups who gather at given times just to run fire farms in Architect Entertainment--a way to really rack up XP fast for power-leveling.
The supergroup I'm in, for example, is fairly relaxed about chatting; many of its members have actually met offline, or are personal friends from other games. Also, they run weekly task force runs two days out of every week, and they actually have officers who meet an additional hour each week. You get out of it what you put in: if you don't want to talk, no one will make you; you just get access to the supergroup base and a nifty title.
Other groups are more restrictive, it varies group by group. But if we don't even know what he's looking for, how can we advise him where to go?
[Help] Isis Enyalios: 6:45 EST isn't a good time to join a VG
[Help] Trioceros: Its 11:49 in britain.
[Help] Mender Neo: But since you aren't on a British server, that doesn't help much.
[Help] Trioceros: I dont give a damm about what time it is in america.
Of course you don't. Are all English people this dim, or is it just you? I'm betting it's just you.
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: i dont give a damn about zucchini but you dont hear me complaining about it
[Help] Polar Ray: trioceros, on a sacel of 1 to 12, how old are you?
That's "scale", but otherwise, it's a good question.
[Help] Polar Ray: *scale
Thanks for catching that.
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Uh
[Help] Trioceros: You can put a sock in it too you know.
[Help] Trioceros: You people are driving me to insanity.
Why? That's been my question all along. What part of "We can't help you, ask later" is in any way unclear? What part of "We can't help you, ask later" means keep asking all damn night? Seriously, Trio, you're a menace, and you're fairly clueless, and you seem incapable of having fun in the first place.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: Right then. Mission accomplished. I have laughed myself to tears, and driven Trio to the brink of insanity. I can sleep well tonight.
It's not the worst victory condition.
[Help] Trioceros: But you have concealed fates of others in VIRTUE! I will delete this character, remake him, find a villian group, and CREATING HAVOC! GOODBYE, LOSERS!
"Concealed"? What the hell does that even mean? What the hell is wrong with your brain, Trioceros? Honestly!
[Help] Polar Ray: gents we created a monster.
[Help] Mender Neo: Have fun with that.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: Was it Godzilla?
[Help] Carnival Warwolf: No Gents, we -are- the monsters.
[Help] Clarissa Myers: *evil laughter*
Okay, fine, but seriously, Trio was his own mini-drama bomb. And I can't decide if he was serious or just trying--ineptly--to troll the channel all night.
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: he's hot, i love a man who enjoys being mental
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: JAZZ HANDS
*snickers*
[Help] Selachii Satellite: Oh, snap. I misread that for a second.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: I was like "HEY NOW, TMI!"
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: everyone has one thing on their mind at this hour
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Not me
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: poptarts
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: I let my mind wander
Never a good idea. I'm never sure if it will come back if I let it wander.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: *ahem* Now that I have literally laughed myself to tears at this insanity... I'm gonna get some sleep before work. Good night, Virtue!
Good night, indeed. I only have one more quote to preserve for...well, not posterity, it's too ridiculous for that. After the conversation turned from the flouncing exit of Trioceros to random insanity, this came up:
[Help] Clarissa Myers: horse? ponies? My little Porny - Friendship with Benefits?
[Help] Neptunes End: this is the weirdest porn ever
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: more like the BEST porn ever
Okay, seriously, why is there so much My Little Pony sex on the net? I do not understand. (And yes, while I've tried to keep actual pornographic images out of the link, childhoods may well be destroyed by some images. Not my fault if you click; you have been warned.)
[Help] Star-Witch: Can you recolour APP powers?
[Help] Trioceros: Isnt there any Villian Groups?
[Help] Merryl ShockClaw: Not yet Star
[Help] Selachii Satellite: No, you can't, Witch.
[Help] Trioceros: I didnt understand a word you two just said.
Okay. "APP" stands for "Ancillary Power Pools", aka, your Epic powers that you only get at level 35 or higher. This is more traditionally known as "Epic powers".
Some friendly advice was offered:
[Help] Polar Ray: trio i don't think asking that frequently will get you anywhere, you might want to check the server forum for sg directory thread.
[Help] Trioceros: Are you nembers of Villian Groups?
"Nembers"? Yep. He really typed that. Also, still "villain", and for added fun, for those who don't know, "sg" is short for "supergroups"--essentially, large groups of folks bound by RP rules, or specific fandoms, or to get together for weekly task or strike forces...or just the love of the game.
[Help] Star-Witch: Boo. Thanks for the answer, Selachii.
[Help] Trioceros: Uh, hello?
[Help] Star-Witch: Hello?
[Help] Gearhouse: Hey
[Help] Trioceros: Are you a nember of a Villian Group?
This is getting recursive.
[Help] Star-Witch: No, I'm a hero.
[Help] Trioceros: Hello?
She said "hero", not--oh, never mind.
[Help] Gearhouse: Hallo, das auto??
[Help] Trioceros: (eyelids half closed)
As will become obvious later, this does not indicate he is sleepy. It indicates he is upset. Though I'm not sure how "eyelids half closed" registers. "Eyes narrow" might have been better. "Eyelids half closed" signals to me that the medication's just kicked in.
[Help] Trioceros: Are. You A. Nember. Of. A. Villian. Group?
[Help] Mender Kumquat: No. Nor am I a member of one.
I just have to say, "Mender Kumquat" is an awesome name.
[Help] Gearhouse: I think therefore I am not
[Help] Star-Witch: No. I Am. Not.
[Help] Trioceros: Well is there anyone out there who is?
[Help] Trioceros: Hello?
[Help] Phoenix Du'Black: hi
[Help] Trioceros: Oh, this is ridiculous!
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: No, this is Patrick.
Really, can't blame anyone, here, save for maybe Trioceros, for asking so very many times.
[Help] Polar Ray: so, how is your aspergers treating you Tri?
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: Woah Ray, no need to go there
[Help] Bane Widow: That's not asperger's, that's impatient teenager.
I tend to agree.
[Help] Gearhouse: the help channel is not for disparagement of those with disabilities please keep it to pocket D
Well, that's also true. As a friend told me, there are people with disabilities in Pocket D. We must respect those anime teenage catgirl half-demons who are not, after all, futa (and that link contains an image which might be the merest bit NSFW). It creates a terrible disparity to be a young lesbian feline angelic robotic cyborg demon schoolgirl vampire without a penis. We feel for them, and we empathize with their pain.
[Help] Trioceros: Okay, I'm in Mercy.
No one cares.
[Help] Polar Ray: he must be trolling.
[Help] Trioceros: (eyelids half closed)
Remember, "sleepy" equates to "irritated".
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: It's pretty tough to find a group at this time of day/night, so maybe try later.
[Help] Gearhouse: you see the eyelids as half closed, i see them half open
[Help] Trioceros: All I want to do is join a Villian Group! I never thought this would be so hard!
[Help] Sword Droid: its not
[Help] Sword Droid: when people are awake
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: Like I said, there's not many people on redside at this time of day/night/afternoon
Yeah. If you don't get a good response, hey, ask another time. Or maybe, ask in broadcast on redside. That might work better, than the Help channel, which is broadcast to the entire game.
[Help] Sword Droid: come back in 5 hours - I'm sure you'll be fine
[Help] Polar Ray: or when you weren't spamming the help channel, of all channels.
Yeah. What Ray said.
[Help] Bane Widow: OK, I'm calling impatient teenage troll.
Pretty sure I agree.
[Help] Clarissa Myers: also, there aren't many redsiders to begin with ^^
[Help] Recon Bot M12: This time of day there's not many on Trio, only us eurotrash and a few American insomniacs
[Help] Trioceros: Oh, do you really think i'm that gullible?
Yeah, we really do. But also, again, all this started at three in the morning. Get real.
[Help] Bane Widow: I promise, your attitude won't get you invited into any VGs worth being in.
[Help] Trioceros: Well, what do you know?
Well, even villains value politeness.
[Help] Sword Droid: No - really - no need to make a fuss - come back in a few hours when the rest of the country has crawled out of bed
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: And some aussies.
[Help] Sword Droid: what time is it in Aus?
[Help] Mender Kumquat: 9:30 in Australia.
[Help] De Profundis: party time over here
[Help] Polar Ray: so, tell us how it is like to live on the moontime?
[Help] Alexander Akiiki: In my part? 10:23 in the PM on a saturday.
[Help] Sword Droid: hey hey - aussies are more afraid of you than you are of them
It went on like this for a while, rather convivial, until:
[Help] Trioceros: The horror of living in a polutted part of Madagascar is more like it!
Yeah....so let's put aside "polutted" for a moment; what does he have against Madagascar?
Just a few moments after:
[Help] Trioceros: Okay, my patience is wearing thin. Looking for Villian Group.
[Help] Carnival Warwolf: Redside is as dead as Batman's parents.
Well, I wouldn't say that. I still think there's a lot of individual villains on redside that are reasonably active; it's just that there aren't as many as on blueside. Plus, a lot of the bigger blueside groups have both redside and blueside members; so there are fewer redside super-groups overall.
Still, I don't think it really was that there weren't any villains on at this hour; I truly think it was the perception that Trioceros was an ass within two minutes of hearing from him that made no super-group willing to toss him an invitation to join.
Three minutes later:
[Help] Trioceros: Would it help if you americans werent brain damaged.
Yeah, guy, I get that you're frustrated, but this is not the way to go.
[Help] Isis Enyalios: when looking for a VG or farms you need to log in with the rest of the [player base]
[Help] Clarissa Myers: trioceros, careful, with no patience. you don't want to end up like ed gruberman.
[Help] Trioceros: Gruberman?
[Help] Daddy Long-Legs: Boot to the head!
I suppose Trioceros can be forgiven for not remembering the Frantics; after all, at this point we were all pretty sure he was fourteen, at the maximum. More likely twelve.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: I'm brain damaged? CRAP. I wish I would have known.
[Help] Trioceros: You are all weridos.
That's "weirdos", and that's your biggest insult?
[Help] Clarissa Myers: naaaah, we could be worse
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: You are trolling/racist
[Help] Trioceros: You are worse.
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Probably.
He just never seemed to fully grasp that other people, on the internet, were finding his outrage funny. Also, his sarcasm filter is in dire need of repair; obviously, it's burnt out.
[Help] Carnival Warwolf: I just realized something.
[Help] Clarissa Myers: we could have CATGIRLS here.
[Help] Thistlebeam: Clarissa: we DO have catgirls here, who are you kidding?
It's true. People complain about the amount of "furs" on City of Heroes since the Beast pack came out, but cat ears and tails were always options in the game.
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Meow
[Help] Trioceros: Something tells me that you ARE nembers of Villian Groups but you're too stupid to let me in them.
[Help] Gearhouse: *slowly raises neko paw*
[Help] Selachii Satellite: I'm not feeling too stupid right now, to be honest.
I don't think anyone was...save for, possibly, Trioceros. And again, it's "members", not "nembers", you loon.
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: can't we all just....get along!?
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Calling people idiots is a bad idea if you want something, bro
Generally.
[Help] Trioceros: For a start I would like to join a Villian Group.
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Hurr hurr
Stiv? O Lord, you play City of Heroes?
[Help] Carnival Warwolf: Trio, you're not even giving out what kind of information you want pertaining to a VG. Are you an RPer or power leveler? Do you run TF's or are you looking for casual play?
[Help] Trioceros: *facepalm*
See, that's a good question too. There are entire supergroups that are bound to very specific RP scenarios--some based around the conventions of Paragon City/Rogue Isles, some based in other fandoms. There are groups that limit themselves to ERP (erotic roleplay). There are other groups who gather at given times just to run fire farms in Architect Entertainment--a way to really rack up XP fast for power-leveling.
The supergroup I'm in, for example, is fairly relaxed about chatting; many of its members have actually met offline, or are personal friends from other games. Also, they run weekly task force runs two days out of every week, and they actually have officers who meet an additional hour each week. You get out of it what you put in: if you don't want to talk, no one will make you; you just get access to the supergroup base and a nifty title.
Other groups are more restrictive, it varies group by group. But if we don't even know what he's looking for, how can we advise him where to go?
[Help] Isis Enyalios: 6:45 EST isn't a good time to join a VG
[Help] Trioceros: Its 11:49 in britain.
[Help] Mender Neo: But since you aren't on a British server, that doesn't help much.
[Help] Trioceros: I dont give a damm about what time it is in america.
Of course you don't. Are all English people this dim, or is it just you? I'm betting it's just you.
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: i dont give a damn about zucchini but you dont hear me complaining about it
[Help] Polar Ray: trioceros, on a sacel of 1 to 12, how old are you?
That's "scale", but otherwise, it's a good question.
[Help] Polar Ray: *scale
Thanks for catching that.
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Uh
[Help] Trioceros: You can put a sock in it too you know.
[Help] Trioceros: You people are driving me to insanity.
Why? That's been my question all along. What part of "We can't help you, ask later" is in any way unclear? What part of "We can't help you, ask later" means keep asking all damn night? Seriously, Trio, you're a menace, and you're fairly clueless, and you seem incapable of having fun in the first place.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: Right then. Mission accomplished. I have laughed myself to tears, and driven Trio to the brink of insanity. I can sleep well tonight.
It's not the worst victory condition.
[Help] Trioceros: But you have concealed fates of others in VIRTUE! I will delete this character, remake him, find a villian group, and CREATING HAVOC! GOODBYE, LOSERS!
"Concealed"? What the hell does that even mean? What the hell is wrong with your brain, Trioceros? Honestly!
[Help] Polar Ray: gents we created a monster.
[Help] Mender Neo: Have fun with that.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: Was it Godzilla?
[Help] Carnival Warwolf: No Gents, we -are- the monsters.
[Help] Clarissa Myers: *evil laughter*
Okay, fine, but seriously, Trio was his own mini-drama bomb. And I can't decide if he was serious or just trying--ineptly--to troll the channel all night.
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: he's hot, i love a man who enjoys being mental
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: JAZZ HANDS
*snickers*
[Help] Selachii Satellite: Oh, snap. I misread that for a second.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: I was like "HEY NOW, TMI!"
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: everyone has one thing on their mind at this hour
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: Not me
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: poptarts
[Help] A Befuddled Knight: I let my mind wander
Never a good idea. I'm never sure if it will come back if I let it wander.
[Help] Selachii Satellite: *ahem* Now that I have literally laughed myself to tears at this insanity... I'm gonna get some sleep before work. Good night, Virtue!
Good night, indeed. I only have one more quote to preserve for...well, not posterity, it's too ridiculous for that. After the conversation turned from the flouncing exit of Trioceros to random insanity, this came up:
[Help] Clarissa Myers: horse? ponies? My little Porny - Friendship with Benefits?
[Help] Neptunes End: this is the weirdest porn ever
[Help] Mr. Gibbs: more like the BEST porn ever
Okay, seriously, why is there so much My Little Pony sex on the net? I do not understand. (And yes, while I've tried to keep actual pornographic images out of the link, childhoods may well be destroyed by some images. Not my fault if you click; you have been warned.)
(And believe me, I could have gone a lot worse. I just don't get why there are so many fans of adult...ponies. I mean, they're...ponies. The hell.)
08 July, 2011
floating logs and scissor kicks, and lemonade and sweaty sex
stiv: alcoholo
stiv: what is it
stiv: where does it come fromn
stiv: what does it want
Emilly: well, it is a systemic poison
Emilly: So I suppose it wants what all poisons want...your eventual demise
stiv: And it shall receive it
stiv: but not today, my lady
Wise words indeed, O Lord.
Meanwhile, somewhere far away...
Now, before I really go into this, I am not posting this because of how her avatar looks. You want to be a giant lactating cow wearing silks, hey, go for it--SL is a big wild world, feel free. Enjoy with my blessing. (I am also neatly sidestepping the fact that while cows are mammals, they have udders, not udders and breasts.)
Where I have a problem is this: she's showing up in a science fiction setting. Specifically, a science fiction survival horror setting.
Where does a giant lactating cow belong in a survival horror game? Seriously? Mutation? Yeah, but she's wearing silks. Okay, anthropomorphized animal. Yeah, but this universe doesn't have humanoid aliens, so we have to default back to mutation, and...yeah, no. Lab experiment? Falls under mutation. Next?
Seriously, where would something like that fit in?!? I mean, these are the kinds of things that pop you right out of the survival immersion and...well. Remind you that you're still on Second Life.
But more than that, where do cows really fit in in science fiction? Fantasy, sure--there's a whole World of Warcraft race devoted to bovines. But sf? Well, beyond scattered strange cows-in-space art, and genetic experimentation--and that's actually not science fiction currently, just science--and robotic artistry, there's, well...not a lot. Well, there's now a cow abduction website...And there's an entry on TV Tropes about it. (**WARNING!** This is a TV Tropes link! Warning! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)
But seriously. There are cows you can surf on with flowers, fine. There's a small tonnage of fan art about cute 'cowgirls' (and trust me, it took me a LONG time to find something not X-rated; thank me). There's a slightly larger tonnage of minotaur art (again, that SO easily could have gone X-rated).
So--had it been a fantasy sim, having her wandering around would have made sense. It would have been appropriate. It would have been logical. (And seriously, traditional presentations lean towards the Greek anyway, so silks are not that far off, fashion-wise.)
But on a science fiction sim? On an industrial space-age ship? That is supposedly only containing humans, and all the Other population is, well--very much non-humanoid Other? Is there any rational answer as to why she was walking around on the ship other than she just wanted to, and damn the coherency and the rules?
stiv: what is it
stiv: where does it come fromn
stiv: what does it want
Emilly: well, it is a systemic poison
Emilly: So I suppose it wants what all poisons want...your eventual demise
stiv: And it shall receive it
stiv: but not today, my lady
Wise words indeed, O Lord.
Meanwhile, somewhere far away...
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| (from the bizarre album) |
Now, before I really go into this, I am not posting this because of how her avatar looks. You want to be a giant lactating cow wearing silks, hey, go for it--SL is a big wild world, feel free. Enjoy with my blessing. (I am also neatly sidestepping the fact that while cows are mammals, they have udders, not udders and breasts.)
Where I have a problem is this: she's showing up in a science fiction setting. Specifically, a science fiction survival horror setting.
Where does a giant lactating cow belong in a survival horror game? Seriously? Mutation? Yeah, but she's wearing silks. Okay, anthropomorphized animal. Yeah, but this universe doesn't have humanoid aliens, so we have to default back to mutation, and...yeah, no. Lab experiment? Falls under mutation. Next?
Seriously, where would something like that fit in?!? I mean, these are the kinds of things that pop you right out of the survival immersion and...well. Remind you that you're still on Second Life.
But more than that, where do cows really fit in in science fiction? Fantasy, sure--there's a whole World of Warcraft race devoted to bovines. But sf? Well, beyond scattered strange cows-in-space art, and genetic experimentation--and that's actually not science fiction currently, just science--and robotic artistry, there's, well...not a lot. Well, there's now a cow abduction website...And there's an entry on TV Tropes about it. (**WARNING!** This is a TV Tropes link! Warning! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)
But seriously. There are cows you can surf on with flowers, fine. There's a small tonnage of fan art about cute 'cowgirls' (and trust me, it took me a LONG time to find something not X-rated; thank me). There's a slightly larger tonnage of minotaur art (again, that SO easily could have gone X-rated).
So--had it been a fantasy sim, having her wandering around would have made sense. It would have been appropriate. It would have been logical. (And seriously, traditional presentations lean towards the Greek anyway, so silks are not that far off, fashion-wise.)
But on a science fiction sim? On an industrial space-age ship? That is supposedly only containing humans, and all the Other population is, well--very much non-humanoid Other? Is there any rational answer as to why she was walking around on the ship other than she just wanted to, and damn the coherency and the rules?
28 June, 2011
not bloody cotton swabs and lies, stolen checks and empty eyes
Sometimes we look back, and see the world as it was through new and different eyes. Sometimes this gives us that gloss of nostalgia, and it's a bittersweet but enjoyable reflection.
Other times we wonder about M Linden's Twitter feed and we get unbearably depressed. Kingdon never, never, ever understood SL. At all. Saddest thing in the history of sad Linden things, and something that Second Life is still struggling with, months after he left.
In happier news--or at least weirder--a couple of folks have come out with a Minecraft hack that allows you to 'roll up' the world, aka Katamari Damacy. It's bizarre to watch.
In video game news, the Supreme Court, led by the landmark decision of Justice Scalia, voted against a California law that would require government-level restrictions on the sales of video games to minors. While I profoundly believe that some games should be restricted by ratings to exclude sales to people under certain ages--just as we do with movies--I am also profoundly against such restriction to be based around existing obscenity laws. And it turns out, Justice Scalia agrees with me. Yay!
Comics, Everybody! explains how the Green Lantern saga couldn't possibly be explained in one movie. I think that's my biggest complaint, honestly--that they not only tried, but that they then did such a bad job that there will never be another Green Lantern movie.
(Unless, you know, kids are involved.)
In scientific news, Markus Kayser has built two amazing devices, both designed to use what the harsh climes he's currently in have in abundance: namely, sun and sand. It's fascinating stuph, and, while purely in the realm of scientific possibility, I'm rather with the writer--who views them as "magical".
Meanwhile, God still pops up now and again with odd requests:
I love your supple back: emmmmm
I love your supple back: play tf2
I love your supple back: i wont stab you in the back
I love your supple back has changed their name to i want to stab you in the back.
Needless to say, I did not go play TF2.
Other times we wonder about M Linden's Twitter feed and we get unbearably depressed. Kingdon never, never, ever understood SL. At all. Saddest thing in the history of sad Linden things, and something that Second Life is still struggling with, months after he left.
In happier news--or at least weirder--a couple of folks have come out with a Minecraft hack that allows you to 'roll up' the world, aka Katamari Damacy. It's bizarre to watch.
In video game news, the Supreme Court, led by the landmark decision of Justice Scalia, voted against a California law that would require government-level restrictions on the sales of video games to minors. While I profoundly believe that some games should be restricted by ratings to exclude sales to people under certain ages--just as we do with movies--I am also profoundly against such restriction to be based around existing obscenity laws. And it turns out, Justice Scalia agrees with me. Yay!
Comics, Everybody! explains how the Green Lantern saga couldn't possibly be explained in one movie. I think that's my biggest complaint, honestly--that they not only tried, but that they then did such a bad job that there will never be another Green Lantern movie.
(Unless, you know, kids are involved.)
In scientific news, Markus Kayser has built two amazing devices, both designed to use what the harsh climes he's currently in have in abundance: namely, sun and sand. It's fascinating stuph, and, while purely in the realm of scientific possibility, I'm rather with the writer--who views them as "magical".
Meanwhile, God still pops up now and again with odd requests:
I love your supple back: emmmmm
I love your supple back: play tf2
I love your supple back: i wont stab you in the back
I love your supple back has changed their name to i want to stab you in the back.
Needless to say, I did not go play TF2.
10 June, 2011
slide to the left, slide to the right, reverse reverse
With great knitting power, comes great knitting responsibility. Or the power to knit dwarves. One of those.
Today in science news, the trapping of antimatter! (I seem to be saying this a lot, but no, not kidding.)
And if history were a television show, it so would've been canceled by now.
In other news...
[04:48 PM] StivRych Resident: FFFHSHGHHSSSSSSAAWWWWWWRRRRRRRMMMMMMRMRMRAAAARRRRHGGGMMMMPSFFFFFF
[04:48 PM] StivRych Resident: (help me die)
[04:49 PM] StivRych Resident: FGGSDGSDHGKDSHGKHSDGHKHGGARGHGHELGEG EGPLESG BBARLG
The Lord my Stiv is back on the grid.
[04:49 PM] Emilly Orr: This is not going to win you friends and influence people
[04:49 PM] StivRych Resident: Yeah that might be out the window
[04:49 PM] StivRych Resident: Im sure I can find a fetish for this though
That's kind of what scares me.
[04:50 PM] StivRych Resident: I mean, its scary without my add ons
[04:50 PM] Emilly Orr: Probably
[04:50 PM] Emilly Orr: I don't even know how you MADE an avatar like that
[04:50 PM] StivRych Resident: It took time
[04:50 PM] StivRych Resident: and laughter
[04:50 PM] Emilly Orr: Only you
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: I mean
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: look at this guy
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: look at him
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: This guy blows
>[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: I want tentacles
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: but not
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: IN YOUR FACE HOLE TENTACLES
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: casual tentacles
I may have to develop that as a product line. Just because.
[04:56 PM] StivRych Resident: WHAT ARE ALL THESE OUTFITS
[04:56 PM] Emilly Orr: They're the new library avatars
[04:56 PM] StivRych Resident: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: Awesome
[04:57 PM] Emilly Orr: That one's from Adam and Eve, I think
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: HAhahah
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: THE HAIR
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: It flips!
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: weeee
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: weeee
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: Welp
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: no need to go shopping
[04:58 PM] StivRych Resident: Im totally using a lady avatar
[04:59 PM] Emilly Orr: You don't think 'Stiv' would be a giveaway?
[04:59 PM] StivRych Resident: I changed it to what
[04:59 PM] StivRych Resident: thats
[04:59 PM] StivRych Resident: gender netural
[04:59 PM] StivRych Resident: right?
I believe what you mean, God, is "gender neutral", but...hey, sure, it's all good.
[05:02 PM] StivRych Resident: Ok
[05:02 PM] StivRych Resident: I think Im good
[05:02 PM] StivRych Resident: Ill be Sailor Trap in two weeks
[05:02 PM] StivRych Resident: Mark the day
[05:02 PM] Emilly Orr: Ooookay.
[05:03 PM] Emilly Orr backs away slowly
Then Hank came by, and...things got weirder.
[05:04 PM] StivRych Resident: trying to find my
[05:04 PM] StivRych Resident: old outfit
[05:04 PM] Hank Rucker: Lemme see if I have anything prettier.
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: HAH
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: Found part of it
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: HAHA
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: I cant stop giggling
[05:05 PM] Emilly Orr: AAAAAAH
[05:05 PM] Hank Rucker: Oh god. Not one of those.
[05:05 PM] Hank Rucker: I have nothing that looks good on that.
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: SAILOR HAMBURGER
[05:06 PM] Emilly Orr: You are deeply, deeply strange.
[05:06 PM] Hank Rucker: Wow, is that one of the new free sets?
[05:07 PM] Emilly Orr: You make me look normal at times, and I'm in therapy. You should realize that says a great deal.
[05:07 PM] Hank Rucker: Nah, you just have to allow that he is chaotic random.
[05:07 PM] Emilly Orr: True enough.
[05:07 PM] Hank Rucker: Life gets easier downhill from that.
But he was bemoaning the loss of his famed (or infamous) Desubomb, and the much-lamented-by-me bukkake gun (which, really, is better off OUT of the world, thank you), so...I dug around in the vast uncharted reaches of my inventory, and found something.
[05:09 PM] Emilly Orr: There, never say I never gave you a gun
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: w
[05:09 PM] Hank Rucker: Heeee
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: its
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: what
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: how
[05:09 PM] Emilly Orr: I figured it'd go with Sailor Hamburger
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: how do i shoot jesus
Hank having, of course, at this point rezzed out the Personal Jesus found last Easter on the Marketplace.
[05:10 PM] Emilly Orr: God gets a gun, the first thing God ponders is how to kill Jesus.
[05:10 PM] Emilly Orr: This is bizarrely appropriate.
[05:10 PM] Hank Rucker laughs
[05:11 PM] Hank Rucker: It's a pretty gun.
[05:11 PM] Hank Rucker: For a pretty, pretty princess.
[05:12 PM] Emilly Orr: Great, now Sailor Bwuh has tattoos
[05:12 PM] StivRych Resident: YEAH
[05:12 PM] StivRych Resident: FUCK YOU
[05:12 PM] StivRych Resident: LORD
[05:12 PM] StivRych Resident: GET SOME
[05:13 PM] Emilly Orr: I think I'm having a crisis of faith.
[05:14 PM] StivRych Resident: I see danger
[05:14 PM] Hank Rucker: Indeed
[05:14 PM] Emilly Orr contemplates backing away again
[05:14 PM] StivRych Resident: I WILL SHOOT HER WITH FLOWERS
[05:15 PM] Hank Rucker laughs
[05:15 PM] StivRych Resident: IN THE EAR
[05:15 PM] Emilly Orr: Dude! Hiding behind me? Not cool!
[05:15 PM] StivRych Resident: Not cool, but practical
[05:15 PM] Emilly Orr: Well, practical I'll buy.
[05:15 PM] Hank Rucker cackles - I've totally forgotten how amusing it is to have a Stiv.
Stiv was deeply dismayed when, as he discovered through the new search system, people were now charging for what his griefing brethren once gave with an open heart. He pondered solutions.
[05:23 PM] StivRych Resident: hmm
[05:23 PM] StivRych Resident: Maybe I can use my clout
[05:23 PM] Emilly Orr: You have clout?
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: I could have clout
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: you never no
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: its like
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: in your heart and shit
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: right?
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: or thats hope
[05:24 PM] Alexandra Rucker: depends on if they remember you
[05:24 PM] Emilly Orr backs away again
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: or the allspark
And then Hank set him on fire.
[05:25 PM] StivRych Resident: FIRE
[05:25 PM] Hank Rucker: YES
[05:25 PM] Hank Rucker whispers: I still have FIRE!
[05:25 PM] Hank Rucker: Heee
[05:25 PM] StivRych Resident: Adding flowers to fire seems to help
[05:25 PM] Emilly Orr: Apparently.
He ran around for a bit, but it didn't seem to help much. All we could see were flames and pink pigtails.
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: Well, I got to help my cousin in
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: FL?
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: RL?
[05:26 PM] Emilly Orr: Florida MIGHT be RL, yeah....we're still not sure.
[05:26 PM] Alexandra Rucker: they do seem to be off in their own little world
[05:26 PM] Alexandra Rucker: the sun fries their brains or somethin'
[05:26 PM] Emilly Orr: It's the lack of dirt. The lack of dirt makes them all crazy.
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: Ill shall see you all at a later date, time
[05:26 PM] Alexandra Rucker: hee!
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: Nice being
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: sailor man
[05:26 PM] Alexandra Rucker: lol
[05:26 PM] Emilly Orr: Or something.
Then a chill blew through the blasted wasteland...
[05:27 PM] StivRych Resident: ICE
[05:27 PM] StivRych Resident is Offline
[05:27 PM] Hank Rucker: I do love that toy
And Stiv was gone.
Today in science news, the trapping of antimatter! (I seem to be saying this a lot, but no, not kidding.)
And if history were a television show, it so would've been canceled by now.
In other news...
 |
| (oh, of COURSE this is from the bizarre album) |
[04:48 PM] StivRych Resident: FFFHSHGHHSSSSSSAAWWWWWWRRRRRRRMMMMMMRMRMRAAAARRRRHGGGMMMMPSFFFFFF
[04:48 PM] StivRych Resident: (help me die)
[04:49 PM] StivRych Resident: FGGSDGSDHGKDSHGKHSDGHKHGGARGHGHELGEG EGPLESG BBARLG
The Lord my Stiv is back on the grid.
[04:49 PM] Emilly Orr: This is not going to win you friends and influence people
[04:49 PM] StivRych Resident: Yeah that might be out the window
[04:49 PM] StivRych Resident: Im sure I can find a fetish for this though
That's kind of what scares me.
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
[04:50 PM] StivRych Resident: I mean, its scary without my add ons
[04:50 PM] Emilly Orr: Probably
[04:50 PM] Emilly Orr: I don't even know how you MADE an avatar like that
[04:50 PM] StivRych Resident: It took time
[04:50 PM] StivRych Resident: and laughter
[04:50 PM] Emilly Orr: Only you
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: I mean
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: look at this guy
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: look at him
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: This guy blows
>[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: I want tentacles
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: but not
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: IN YOUR FACE HOLE TENTACLES
[04:51 PM] StivRych Resident: casual tentacles
I may have to develop that as a product line. Just because.
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
[04:56 PM] StivRych Resident: WHAT ARE ALL THESE OUTFITS
[04:56 PM] Emilly Orr: They're the new library avatars
[04:56 PM] StivRych Resident: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: Awesome
[04:57 PM] Emilly Orr: That one's from Adam and Eve, I think
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: HAhahah
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: THE HAIR
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: It flips!
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: weeee
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: weeee
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: Welp
[04:57 PM] StivRych Resident: no need to go shopping
[04:58 PM] StivRych Resident: Im totally using a lady avatar
[04:59 PM] Emilly Orr: You don't think 'Stiv' would be a giveaway?
[04:59 PM] StivRych Resident: I changed it to what
[04:59 PM] StivRych Resident: thats
[04:59 PM] StivRych Resident: gender netural
[04:59 PM] StivRych Resident: right?
I believe what you mean, God, is "gender neutral", but...hey, sure, it's all good.
[05:02 PM] StivRych Resident: Ok
[05:02 PM] StivRych Resident: I think Im good
[05:02 PM] StivRych Resident: Ill be Sailor Trap in two weeks
[05:02 PM] StivRych Resident: Mark the day
[05:02 PM] Emilly Orr: Ooookay.
[05:03 PM] Emilly Orr backs away slowly
Then Hank came by, and...things got weirder.
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
[05:04 PM] StivRych Resident: trying to find my
[05:04 PM] StivRych Resident: old outfit
[05:04 PM] Hank Rucker: Lemme see if I have anything prettier.
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: HAH
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: Found part of it
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: HAHA
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: I cant stop giggling
[05:05 PM] Emilly Orr: AAAAAAH
[05:05 PM] Hank Rucker: Oh god. Not one of those.
[05:05 PM] Hank Rucker: I have nothing that looks good on that.
[05:05 PM] StivRych Resident: SAILOR HAMBURGER
[05:06 PM] Emilly Orr: You are deeply, deeply strange.
[05:06 PM] Hank Rucker: Wow, is that one of the new free sets?
[05:07 PM] Emilly Orr: You make me look normal at times, and I'm in therapy. You should realize that says a great deal.
[05:07 PM] Hank Rucker: Nah, you just have to allow that he is chaotic random.
[05:07 PM] Emilly Orr: True enough.
[05:07 PM] Hank Rucker: Life gets easier downhill from that.
But he was bemoaning the loss of his famed (or infamous) Desubomb, and the much-lamented-by-me bukkake gun (which, really, is better off OUT of the world, thank you), so...I dug around in the vast uncharted reaches of my inventory, and found something.
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
[05:09 PM] Emilly Orr: There, never say I never gave you a gun
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: w
[05:09 PM] Hank Rucker: Heeee
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: its
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: what
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: how
[05:09 PM] Emilly Orr: I figured it'd go with Sailor Hamburger
[05:09 PM] StivRych Resident: how do i shoot jesus
Hank having, of course, at this point rezzed out the Personal Jesus found last Easter on the Marketplace.
[05:10 PM] Emilly Orr: God gets a gun, the first thing God ponders is how to kill Jesus.
[05:10 PM] Emilly Orr: This is bizarrely appropriate.
[05:10 PM] Hank Rucker laughs
[05:11 PM] Hank Rucker: It's a pretty gun.
[05:11 PM] Hank Rucker: For a pretty, pretty princess.
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
[05:12 PM] Emilly Orr: Great, now Sailor Bwuh has tattoos
[05:12 PM] StivRych Resident: YEAH
[05:12 PM] StivRych Resident: FUCK YOU
[05:12 PM] StivRych Resident: LORD
[05:12 PM] StivRych Resident: GET SOME
[05:13 PM] Emilly Orr: I think I'm having a crisis of faith.
 |
| (from the bizarre album. Note presence of Jesus.) |
[05:14 PM] StivRych Resident: I see danger
[05:14 PM] Hank Rucker: Indeed
[05:14 PM] Emilly Orr contemplates backing away again
[05:14 PM] StivRych Resident: I WILL SHOOT HER WITH FLOWERS
[05:15 PM] Hank Rucker laughs
[05:15 PM] StivRych Resident: IN THE EAR
[05:15 PM] Emilly Orr: Dude! Hiding behind me? Not cool!
[05:15 PM] StivRych Resident: Not cool, but practical
[05:15 PM] Emilly Orr: Well, practical I'll buy.
[05:15 PM] Hank Rucker cackles - I've totally forgotten how amusing it is to have a Stiv.
Stiv was deeply dismayed when, as he discovered through the new search system, people were now charging for what his griefing brethren once gave with an open heart. He pondered solutions.
[05:23 PM] StivRych Resident: hmm
[05:23 PM] StivRych Resident: Maybe I can use my clout
[05:23 PM] Emilly Orr: You have clout?
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: I could have clout
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: you never no
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: its like
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: in your heart and shit
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: right?
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: or thats hope
[05:24 PM] Alexandra Rucker: depends on if they remember you
[05:24 PM] Emilly Orr backs away again
[05:24 PM] StivRych Resident: or the allspark
And then Hank set him on fire.
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
[05:25 PM] StivRych Resident: FIRE
[05:25 PM] Hank Rucker: YES
[05:25 PM] Hank Rucker whispers: I still have FIRE!
[05:25 PM] Hank Rucker: Heee
[05:25 PM] StivRych Resident: Adding flowers to fire seems to help
[05:25 PM] Emilly Orr: Apparently.
He ran around for a bit, but it didn't seem to help much. All we could see were flames and pink pigtails.
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: Well, I got to help my cousin in
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: FL?
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: RL?
[05:26 PM] Emilly Orr: Florida MIGHT be RL, yeah....we're still not sure.
[05:26 PM] Alexandra Rucker: they do seem to be off in their own little world
[05:26 PM] Alexandra Rucker: the sun fries their brains or somethin'
[05:26 PM] Emilly Orr: It's the lack of dirt. The lack of dirt makes them all crazy.
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: Ill shall see you all at a later date, time
[05:26 PM] Alexandra Rucker: hee!
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: Nice being
[05:26 PM] StivRych Resident: sailor man
[05:26 PM] Alexandra Rucker: lol
[05:26 PM] Emilly Orr: Or something.
Then a chill blew through the blasted wasteland...
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
[05:27 PM] StivRych Resident: ICE
[05:27 PM] StivRych Resident is Offline
[05:27 PM] Hank Rucker: I do love that toy
 |
| (from the bizarre album) |
And Stiv was gone.
All in all, though I'm fairly sure nothing will happen...Should you happen across a pink-haired Sailor Moon variant with skinny arms and legs who suddenly starts singing strange Japanese songs...I would suggest running.
Very far away.
Just in case.
20 May, 2011
spare this child your sideways smile, the crack in your veneer
Meet Indus. The Indus system, btw, gives me serious technolust.
Tiki Dalek!
Thinking of something impressive for your next Hallows party? Inject a little science into the proceedings with Boo Bubbles! (A little dry ice, a little dishsoap, and clean-up after seems like it'd be dead easy.)
This next bit's going to take a small amount of explanation. So, Sony somehow (I don't recall how at the moment, but it's not at all difficult for me to envision multiple potential pathways for the specific how) pissed off a group of hackers, and they attacked, and took down the PlayStation Network, compromising some vital information on behalf of their users. The PSN was down for some time (longer, even, in Japan, who told them in no uncertain terms that they would not be reinstating it in Japan until they could prove their security was sound), but finally, a workaround was employed, and customers were asked to log in again after changing their passwords.
Whereupon it turned out that Sony had been compromised again, in what external commenters initially said was a second hack, and what Sony stated officially is just an "URL exploit"--which they say, by the way, is now closed.
Frankly, an URL exploit that allows anyone who knows the email and the birth date of the potential target account, to reset the password of the account itself--I don't care if that's a specific hack, an URL "exploit" would be bad enough! Especially because that was part of the information that was hacked out of the servers in the first place!
I guess the end result for the lot of us is: don't trust Sony. Ever.
And people are talking, once again, about William Gibson's Neuromancer hitting the big screen again. The one thing we're all hoping? Is that the director doesn't tap Keanu Reeves to be Case.
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: OH
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: MY
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: GOD
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: Joey Comeau wrote me back
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: I said how I'd been re-reading asw and finding it all relevant and shit and he thanked me
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: I have touched the face of God
NOTHIN's GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY is now Away
This was the original tweet he sent; and yeah, I'm kind of in the same boat. I don't think I could ever write Comeau a fan letter, but I have A Softer World pretty much permanently linked on the sidebar with the (few, but sadly growing) selection of web comics I read.
Why? Because it's painful. Because it's raw. Because it's meaningful. Because it reminds me of my friends on occasion (that one, in particular, reminds me of Stiv). Because sometimes it's funny. Because on occasion, I go back and read the really hysterical ones in the archive, the ones that still make me ponder, the ones that make me shiver, the ones that still make me giggle even as I'm shaking my head.
It's definitely not a comic for everyone, I know that. And I know that part of the reason I resonate with Comeau so deeply, and by extension, comedians like Christopher Titus, is because Titus, Comeau, and I--and, let's be honest, some of my best friends, as well as the rest of my family--are damaged people. In greater or lesser ways, there has been past damage, and it shows.
Let me be very clear, here--I am not saying this is always a bad thing. As Titus says, at the time he wrote Norman Rockwell is Bleeding, 63% of all American families were considered dysfunctional. Father gone, mother gone, father addicted, mother insane, aunts and uncles alcoholic--something. Abuse, neglect, illness (either physical, emotional or psychological), addiction, compulsive behaviors, interpersonal violence, brushes with the law both major and minor--all of these leave their marks on developing psyches.
From then, it's up to us to figure out our lives around the damage. Integrate it, understand it, accept it, move to minimize it--whatever our personal responses are, and they do vary: but it's our call.
Christopher Titus? Became a comedian. Joey Comeau writes A Softer World, and the occasional book (and newly, a horror blog). Me? I'm working through things, and working on getting back to writing the Great American Space Epic in the background.
We all take hits in life. Sometimes they knock us all the way to the ground. Sometimes we find other people there. Sometimes, we find people who already found their way back up. In rare cases, people who've been there, who know how hard it gets--they help us stand again.
So I understand why Stiv got emotional over the personal thanks. Because for him, and for me, Comeau's one of those people that helps us get through the bad things, sometimes simply by reminding us the bad things exist, and can hurt us, still. Understanding that bad things happen, and that sometimes, there just aren't any good reasons why--sometimes, that's all we need.
Plus, Joey Comeau has a very similar life motto to me. From his mini-biography on the comic's bio page: Joey is a firm believer in the idea that if you can't be a good example, you have an obligation to be a horrible warning. Indeed. So am I.
Next entry: more Minecraft. I'm thinking I need more fluffery and nonsense after this entry.
(You can buy Christopher Titus' Norman Rockwell is Bleeding DVD on his site, btw. If you like his comedy stylings, it's well worth the value of the purchase, and it hasn't been out on DVD that long. And A Softer World has a web store, with products from Emily Horne, the photographer, and Joey Comeau both.)
Tiki Dalek!
Thinking of something impressive for your next Hallows party? Inject a little science into the proceedings with Boo Bubbles! (A little dry ice, a little dishsoap, and clean-up after seems like it'd be dead easy.)
This next bit's going to take a small amount of explanation. So, Sony somehow (I don't recall how at the moment, but it's not at all difficult for me to envision multiple potential pathways for the specific how) pissed off a group of hackers, and they attacked, and took down the PlayStation Network, compromising some vital information on behalf of their users. The PSN was down for some time (longer, even, in Japan, who told them in no uncertain terms that they would not be reinstating it in Japan until they could prove their security was sound), but finally, a workaround was employed, and customers were asked to log in again after changing their passwords.
Whereupon it turned out that Sony had been compromised again, in what external commenters initially said was a second hack, and what Sony stated officially is just an "URL exploit"--which they say, by the way, is now closed.
Frankly, an URL exploit that allows anyone who knows the email and the birth date of the potential target account, to reset the password of the account itself--I don't care if that's a specific hack, an URL "exploit" would be bad enough! Especially because that was part of the information that was hacked out of the servers in the first place!
I guess the end result for the lot of us is: don't trust Sony. Ever.
And people are talking, once again, about William Gibson's Neuromancer hitting the big screen again. The one thing we're all hoping? Is that the director doesn't tap Keanu Reeves to be Case.
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: OH
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: MY
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: GOD
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: Joey Comeau wrote me back
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: I said how I'd been re-reading asw and finding it all relevant and shit and he thanked me
NOTHIN'S GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY: I have touched the face of God
NOTHIN's GONNA STAND IN OUR WAY is now Away
This was the original tweet he sent; and yeah, I'm kind of in the same boat. I don't think I could ever write Comeau a fan letter, but I have A Softer World pretty much permanently linked on the sidebar with the (few, but sadly growing) selection of web comics I read.
Why? Because it's painful. Because it's raw. Because it's meaningful. Because it reminds me of my friends on occasion (that one, in particular, reminds me of Stiv). Because sometimes it's funny. Because on occasion, I go back and read the really hysterical ones in the archive, the ones that still make me ponder, the ones that make me shiver, the ones that still make me giggle even as I'm shaking my head.
It's definitely not a comic for everyone, I know that. And I know that part of the reason I resonate with Comeau so deeply, and by extension, comedians like Christopher Titus, is because Titus, Comeau, and I--and, let's be honest, some of my best friends, as well as the rest of my family--are damaged people. In greater or lesser ways, there has been past damage, and it shows.
Let me be very clear, here--I am not saying this is always a bad thing. As Titus says, at the time he wrote Norman Rockwell is Bleeding, 63% of all American families were considered dysfunctional. Father gone, mother gone, father addicted, mother insane, aunts and uncles alcoholic--something. Abuse, neglect, illness (either physical, emotional or psychological), addiction, compulsive behaviors, interpersonal violence, brushes with the law both major and minor--all of these leave their marks on developing psyches.
From then, it's up to us to figure out our lives around the damage. Integrate it, understand it, accept it, move to minimize it--whatever our personal responses are, and they do vary: but it's our call.
Christopher Titus? Became a comedian. Joey Comeau writes A Softer World, and the occasional book (and newly, a horror blog). Me? I'm working through things, and working on getting back to writing the Great American Space Epic in the background.
We all take hits in life. Sometimes they knock us all the way to the ground. Sometimes we find other people there. Sometimes, we find people who already found their way back up. In rare cases, people who've been there, who know how hard it gets--they help us stand again.
So I understand why Stiv got emotional over the personal thanks. Because for him, and for me, Comeau's one of those people that helps us get through the bad things, sometimes simply by reminding us the bad things exist, and can hurt us, still. Understanding that bad things happen, and that sometimes, there just aren't any good reasons why--sometimes, that's all we need.
Plus, Joey Comeau has a very similar life motto to me. From his mini-biography on the comic's bio page: Joey is a firm believer in the idea that if you can't be a good example, you have an obligation to be a horrible warning. Indeed. So am I.
Next entry: more Minecraft. I'm thinking I need more fluffery and nonsense after this entry.
(You can buy Christopher Titus' Norman Rockwell is Bleeding DVD on his site, btw. If you like his comedy stylings, it's well worth the value of the purchase, and it hasn't been out on DVD that long. And A Softer World has a web store, with products from Emily Horne, the photographer, and Joey Comeau both.)
02 December, 2010
your hopes'll be dashed as you burn and crash
In the dead of night, God whispers to me...There are times I wish I had a different God.
lousy pornographer: Em
lousy pornographer: Need you for this
lousy pornographer: Hoorah!
Emilly: Hmm?
lousy pornographer: Hor-oof
lousy pornographer: ooh*
lousy pornographer: Wheres that from?
Emilly: Horoo? No clue
Emilly: Or do you mean Hoo-rah?
lousy pornographer: Oh wait
lousy pornographer: its from
lousy pornographer: Blackadder the third
Emilly: Yep. Among other things.
lousy pornographer: bnut not clue what e[sispde
lousy pornographer: or clip its frfom
lousy pornographer: Also, sorry, drank currently
lousy pornographer: Also
lousy pornographer: CHRIST neighbor has frat boy idiots over
lousy pornographer: Managing to resist the urge to stab wastes of potental bigger than me
lousy pornographer: but I dunno who much longer I can last
lousy pornographer: EM THEY BUY BOTTLES OF ALCOHOLIC WHIPPED CREEM
lousy pornographer: Cream
lousy pornographer: I cant help but assume God does not want them alive
lousy pornographer is now playing Team Fortress 2. Click here to join.
Emilly: Wau
Emilly: They MAKE alcoholic whipped cream?
lousy pornographer: YES
lousy pornographer: Whipped Lightin
lousy pornographer: Look it up darlin
So I did. I kind of wish I hadn't. Gods help us all, they even have recipe cards.
Emilly: bwuh
lousy pornographer: Seriously, Im losing to these guys?
lousy pornographer: God doesnt favor my people
Emilly: You were the cool guy next door
Emilly: These guys are from out of town
lousy pornographer: Not enough Em
lousy pornographer: God, again, isnt on our side
lousy pornographer: aka the side of the sixth sense
lousy pornographer: AKA COMMON SENSE
Emilly: My. That is a tragedy.
lousy pornographer: Em, Im not a saint
lousy pornographer: Im not even a good guy
lousy pornographer: But Im not scum
lousy pornographer: You know what neighbor said about hte guy shes fucking orgionally?
lousy pornographer: She said
lousy pornographer: He doesnt have a personality
Emilly ponders the difference between 'not a good guy' and 'scum' per the value sets of neighbor ladies
lousy pornographer: aka, Im gonnna fuck him for 4 weeks
lousy pornographer: ues
Emilly: So he's a hobbyhorse
Emilly: Hey, it happens
lousy pornographer: clearly a good standard
lousy pornographer: Ah, Im still a bit bitter
lousy pornographer: but I got audreeeey for the winter break so
Emilly: Understandably so
lousy pornographer: not too bitter
Emilly: Keen!
lousy pornographer: Yesssss
lousy pornographer: Shes too hot
lousy pornographer: Also, shes the baptists prechers daughter
lousy pornographer: and I JUST found out
lousy pornographer: shes getting a cop degree
Emilly's brain slides sideways
Emilly: Hot chick cop in training who's a minister's daughter
Emilly: Gad, if she has a leather or a cosplay yen that's like, half a dozen fetishes right there
lousy pornographer: gOD
lousy pornographer: SO HOT
lousy pornographer: I know, not even that
lousy pornographer: Shes like
lousy pornographer: lookin like a hot soroity chick without that even
Emilly: And mrr. People are poking me to go be social again.
lousy pornographer: Feel free
lousy pornographer: You know me
lousy pornographer: I got booze and ghames
lousy pornographer: Don worry
lousy pornographer has changed their name to WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER.
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: Ima lock it down
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: 4's style
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: ok,
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: nvm
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: But
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: Im bold
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: I probosition changes
Emilly's brain stalls at 'probosition'
Emilly: Translator failure on that one
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: PROPOSITION
Emilly: Hang in there. Don't do anything too deeply crazed until I get back.
Emilly: Ah.
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: Thanks sis
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: cuz?
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: auntie?
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: What lvl are we at?
Emilly: Likely not auntie, unless you want to join the chaos of familial demise
Emilly giggles and shakes her head and lopes off for the living room
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER has changed their name to I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW.
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: Hmm
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: so
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: Ok
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: stop me if its too bad
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: Wise Loli?
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: Ok? No?
Emilly pauses in leaving
Emilly: What's a Wise Loli?
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: No?
Emilly: Don't know
Emilly: Also leaving :p
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: An older than usual loli
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: OH COME ON
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: FINE
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: YOU ARE NOW
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: RELUCTANT WISE LOLI
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: I SWEAR WOMAN
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: RELUCTANT WISE LOLI
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: aLSO
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: party hard, dear
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW has changed their name to Glad I aint got class tomrrow.
Glad I aint got class tomrrow has changed their name to Glad I aint got class tomorrow.
Glad I aint got class tomorrow has changed their name to Senor Boozetime.
Senor Boozetime has changed their name to PizzaHut/TacoBell.
PizzaHut/TacoBell has changed their name to Sexy Bitch.
Sexy Bitch has changed their name to Detroit Needs Pizza.
So, this seems to be God's average day:
1. Wake up.
2. Crawl into something resembling clothes.
3. Go to class.
4. Scavenge for food.
5. Go home. Start drinking.
6. Write papers.
7. Drink more.
8. Play video games.
9. Drink more.
10. Scavenge for food.
11. Fall down somewhere to sleep.
Rinse, repeat, burn. If he graduates with working brain cells, it'll be a miracle.
I went out and had a lovely form of fermented black tea called Pu-erh tea with local loves. When I came back, I saw this:
Detroit Needs Pizza: At what point
Detroit Needs Pizza: is it
Detroit Needs Pizza: impolite to kill someone?
Emilly: Definitely impolite when making love; wait until they finish, or you do
Emilly: Impolite in a staged debate
Emilly: Impolite in church
Emilly: Generally impolite in a classroom setting, though I suppose dorms don't exactly apply
Emilly: What did they do now?
Detroit Needs Pizza: brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreakan
Detroit Needs Pizza: stufffffffffff
Detroit Needs Pizza: it is comfortable
Emilly: As in you, are breaking things?
Detroit Needs Pizza: yes
Emilly: Or they are breaking things?
Emilly: Why are you breaking things?
Detroit Needs Pizza: oh
Detroit Needs Pizza: dunno
Detroit Needs Pizza: but
Detroit Needs Pizza: its fun
Detroit Needs Pizza: and
Detroit Needs Pizza: theres stuff to break so
Detroit Needs Pizza: made sense
Emilly: Okay
Detroit Needs Pizza is now playing Team Fortress 2. Click here to join.
Detroit Needs Pizza: em
Detroit Needs Pizza: just broke a lot
Detroit Needs Pizza: fill in blanks
Detroit Needs Pizza: help me out a lot
Emilly is not the sort of person to randomly break things.
Detroit Needs Pizza: Em
Detroit Needs Pizza: come on now
Emilly: What?
Detroit Needs Pizza: kill people
Detroit Needs Pizza: like
Detroit Needs Pizza: all the time
Detroit Needs Pizza: ALL THE TIME
Detroit Needs Pizza: Seriously
Emilly: Virtually, sure
Emilly: Never killed anyone RL
Detroit Needs Pizza: eemmmmmmmmmmm
Detroit Needs Pizza: pelase
Detroit Needs Pizza: please
Detroit Needs Pizza: Im so tired of that
Emilly: Okay
Detroit Needs Pizza: My controllers busted, frat guys laughing and walkin around
Emilly: Whoa. You broke your controller?
Detroit Needs Pizza: one of us is gonna have to end life
Emilly: Quite possibly
Emilly: Especially if they broke your controller
Detroit Needs Pizza: ffffffffffffffffffffffffthank you
Detroit Needs Pizza: Imeanpeople these days
Detroit Needs Pizza: So tired of
Detroit Needs Pizza: well
Detroit Needs Pizza: everything
Emilly snerks
Emilly: Weren't you supposed to be finishing a paper?
Emilly: Or is it done?
Detroit Needs Pizza: Did
Detroit Needs Pizza: And done
Detroit Needs Pizza has changed their name to Sober=Weak Nazi America.
Sober=Weak Nazi America: Hard to sum up all this
Sober=Weak Nazi America: but
Sober=Weak Nazi America: I mean
Sober=Weak Nazi America: Id love to not break stuff but it is so much fun to do
Emilly: Okay, that I get
Emilly: It is great fun breaking stuph apart
Emilly: It's just generally you go to jail for breaking people
Emilly: So have good reason
Sober=Weak Nazi America is now Offline.
Seriously, I've said it before, but I can't make this stuph up. Stiv is...special, let's say. In some very...special...way.
"Whipahol". They actually call it WHIPAHOL on their ads. We are doomed as a species.
lousy pornographer: Em
lousy pornographer: Need you for this
lousy pornographer: Hoorah!
Emilly: Hmm?
lousy pornographer: Hor-oof
lousy pornographer: ooh*
lousy pornographer: Wheres that from?
Emilly: Horoo? No clue
Emilly: Or do you mean Hoo-rah?
lousy pornographer: Oh wait
lousy pornographer: its from
lousy pornographer: Blackadder the third
Emilly: Yep. Among other things.
lousy pornographer: bnut not clue what e[sispde
lousy pornographer: or clip its frfom
lousy pornographer: Also, sorry, drank currently
lousy pornographer: Also
lousy pornographer: CHRIST neighbor has frat boy idiots over
lousy pornographer: Managing to resist the urge to stab wastes of potental bigger than me
lousy pornographer: but I dunno who much longer I can last
lousy pornographer: EM THEY BUY BOTTLES OF ALCOHOLIC WHIPPED CREEM
lousy pornographer: Cream
lousy pornographer: I cant help but assume God does not want them alive
lousy pornographer is now playing Team Fortress 2. Click here to join.
Emilly: Wau
Emilly: They MAKE alcoholic whipped cream?
lousy pornographer: YES
lousy pornographer: Whipped Lightin
lousy pornographer: Look it up darlin
So I did. I kind of wish I hadn't. Gods help us all, they even have recipe cards.
Emilly: bwuh
lousy pornographer: Seriously, Im losing to these guys?
lousy pornographer: God doesnt favor my people
Emilly: You were the cool guy next door
Emilly: These guys are from out of town
lousy pornographer: Not enough Em
lousy pornographer: God, again, isnt on our side
lousy pornographer: aka the side of the sixth sense
lousy pornographer: AKA COMMON SENSE
Emilly: My. That is a tragedy.
lousy pornographer: Em, Im not a saint
lousy pornographer: Im not even a good guy
lousy pornographer: But Im not scum
lousy pornographer: You know what neighbor said about hte guy shes fucking orgionally?
lousy pornographer: She said
lousy pornographer: He doesnt have a personality
Emilly ponders the difference between 'not a good guy' and 'scum' per the value sets of neighbor ladies
lousy pornographer: aka, Im gonnna fuck him for 4 weeks
lousy pornographer: ues
Emilly: So he's a hobbyhorse
Emilly: Hey, it happens
lousy pornographer: clearly a good standard
lousy pornographer: Ah, Im still a bit bitter
lousy pornographer: but I got audreeeey for the winter break so
Emilly: Understandably so
lousy pornographer: not too bitter
Emilly: Keen!
lousy pornographer: Yesssss
lousy pornographer: Shes too hot
lousy pornographer: Also, shes the baptists prechers daughter
lousy pornographer: and I JUST found out
lousy pornographer: shes getting a cop degree
Emilly's brain slides sideways
Emilly: Hot chick cop in training who's a minister's daughter
Emilly: Gad, if she has a leather or a cosplay yen that's like, half a dozen fetishes right there
lousy pornographer: gOD
lousy pornographer: SO HOT
lousy pornographer: I know, not even that
lousy pornographer: Shes like
lousy pornographer: lookin like a hot soroity chick without that even
Emilly: And mrr. People are poking me to go be social again.
lousy pornographer: Feel free
lousy pornographer: You know me
lousy pornographer: I got booze and ghames
lousy pornographer: Don worry
lousy pornographer has changed their name to WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER.
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: Ima lock it down
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: 4's style
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: ok,
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: nvm
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: But
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: Im bold
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: I probosition changes
Emilly's brain stalls at 'probosition'
Emilly: Translator failure on that one
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: PROPOSITION
Emilly: Hang in there. Don't do anything too deeply crazed until I get back.
Emilly: Ah.
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: Thanks sis
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: cuz?
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: auntie?
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER: What lvl are we at?
Emilly: Likely not auntie, unless you want to join the chaos of familial demise
Emilly giggles and shakes her head and lopes off for the living room
WARRIORS, MOTHERFUCKER has changed their name to I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW.
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: Hmm
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: so
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: Ok
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: stop me if its too bad
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: Wise Loli?
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: Ok? No?
Emilly pauses in leaving
Emilly: What's a Wise Loli?
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: No?
Emilly: Don't know
Emilly: Also leaving :p
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: An older than usual loli
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: OH COME ON
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: FINE
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: YOU ARE NOW
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: RELUCTANT WISE LOLI
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: I SWEAR WOMAN
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: RELUCTANT WISE LOLI
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: aLSO
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW: party hard, dear
I WANNA ROCK RIGHT NOW has changed their name to Glad I aint got class tomrrow.
Glad I aint got class tomrrow has changed their name to Glad I aint got class tomorrow.
Glad I aint got class tomorrow has changed their name to Senor Boozetime.
Senor Boozetime has changed their name to PizzaHut/TacoBell.
PizzaHut/TacoBell has changed their name to Sexy Bitch.
Sexy Bitch has changed their name to Detroit Needs Pizza.
So, this seems to be God's average day:
1. Wake up.
2. Crawl into something resembling clothes.
3. Go to class.
4. Scavenge for food.
5. Go home. Start drinking.
6. Write papers.
7. Drink more.
8. Play video games.
9. Drink more.
10. Scavenge for food.
11. Fall down somewhere to sleep.
Rinse, repeat, burn. If he graduates with working brain cells, it'll be a miracle.
I went out and had a lovely form of fermented black tea called Pu-erh tea with local loves. When I came back, I saw this:
Detroit Needs Pizza: At what point
Detroit Needs Pizza: is it
Detroit Needs Pizza: impolite to kill someone?
Emilly: Definitely impolite when making love; wait until they finish, or you do
Emilly: Impolite in a staged debate
Emilly: Impolite in church
Emilly: Generally impolite in a classroom setting, though I suppose dorms don't exactly apply
Emilly: What did they do now?
Detroit Needs Pizza: brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreakan
Detroit Needs Pizza: stufffffffffff
Detroit Needs Pizza: it is comfortable
Emilly: As in you, are breaking things?
Detroit Needs Pizza: yes
Emilly: Or they are breaking things?
Emilly: Why are you breaking things?
Detroit Needs Pizza: oh
Detroit Needs Pizza: dunno
Detroit Needs Pizza: but
Detroit Needs Pizza: its fun
Detroit Needs Pizza: and
Detroit Needs Pizza: theres stuff to break so
Detroit Needs Pizza: made sense
Emilly: Okay
Detroit Needs Pizza is now playing Team Fortress 2. Click here to join.
Detroit Needs Pizza: em
Detroit Needs Pizza: just broke a lot
Detroit Needs Pizza: fill in blanks
Detroit Needs Pizza: help me out a lot
Emilly is not the sort of person to randomly break things.
Detroit Needs Pizza: Em
Detroit Needs Pizza: come on now
Emilly: What?
Detroit Needs Pizza: kill people
Detroit Needs Pizza: like
Detroit Needs Pizza: all the time
Detroit Needs Pizza: ALL THE TIME
Detroit Needs Pizza: Seriously
Emilly: Virtually, sure
Emilly: Never killed anyone RL
Detroit Needs Pizza: eemmmmmmmmmmm
Detroit Needs Pizza: pelase
Detroit Needs Pizza: please
Detroit Needs Pizza: Im so tired of that
Emilly: Okay
Detroit Needs Pizza: My controllers busted, frat guys laughing and walkin around
Emilly: Whoa. You broke your controller?
Detroit Needs Pizza: one of us is gonna have to end life
Emilly: Quite possibly
Emilly: Especially if they broke your controller
Detroit Needs Pizza: ffffffffffffffffffffffffthank you
Detroit Needs Pizza: Imeanpeople these days
Detroit Needs Pizza: So tired of
Detroit Needs Pizza: well
Detroit Needs Pizza: everything
Emilly snerks
Emilly: Weren't you supposed to be finishing a paper?
Emilly: Or is it done?
Detroit Needs Pizza: Did
Detroit Needs Pizza: And done
Detroit Needs Pizza has changed their name to Sober=Weak Nazi America.
Sober=Weak Nazi America: Hard to sum up all this
Sober=Weak Nazi America: but
Sober=Weak Nazi America: I mean
Sober=Weak Nazi America: Id love to not break stuff but it is so much fun to do
Emilly: Okay, that I get
Emilly: It is great fun breaking stuph apart
Emilly: It's just generally you go to jail for breaking people
Emilly: So have good reason
Sober=Weak Nazi America is now Offline.
Seriously, I've said it before, but I can't make this stuph up. Stiv is...special, let's say. In some very...special...way.
"Whipahol". They actually call it WHIPAHOL on their ads. We are doomed as a species.
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