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Sorry to hear that. You know they make these flexible plastic things specifically to kill bugs and which happen to keep your hand away from them, right?
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
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Living in the South, as I do, the first aid technique from my childhood was for Mom was to dissect a cigarette, and bind the tobacco over the site of the sting.
It worked well enough. And smelled oddly nice.
It worked well enough. And smelled oddly nice.
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He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
Yeah, fly swatters are great except I would have to own one. That's totally a stupid excuse but that's all I got...Prak_Anima wrote:Sorry to hear that. You know they make these flexible plastic things specifically to kill bugs and which happen to keep your hand away from them, right?
What the fuck?Shrapnel wrote: Don't rub cat piss on the wound.
Ancient History wrote:We were working on Street Magic, and Frank asked me if a houngan had run over my dog.
We should really all know by now that Shrapnel is a special child... 

Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
Well, to be fair, "Don't rub cat piss in your wounds" is probably sound medical advice regardless of what's wrong with you.
FrankTrollman wrote:I think Grek already won the thread and we should pack it in.
Chamomile wrote:Grek is a national treasure.
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and the ammonia in there might actually help with some stuff too, right?
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Shrapnel wrote:TFwiki wrote:Soon is the name of the region in the time-domain (familiar to all marketing departments, and to the moderators and staff of Fun Publications) which sees release of all BotCon news, club exclusives, and other fan desirables. Soon is when then will become now.
Peculiar properties of spacetime ensure that the perception of the magnitude of Soon is fluid and dependent, not on an individual's time-reference, but on spatial and cultural location. A marketer generally perceives Soon as a finite, known, yet unspeakable time-interval; to a fan, the interval appears greater, and may in fact approach the infinite, becoming Never. Once the interval has passed, however, a certain time-lensing effect seems to occur, and the time-interval becomes vanishingly small. We therefore see the strange result that the same fragment of spacetime may be observed, in quick succession, as Soon, Never, and All Too Quickly.
I replaced all the light bulbs in my living room/office with LED bulbs today. This is actually something I've wanted to do for some time, but haven't seen economical and appealing LED bulbs before. I'm very pleased.
My son makes me laugh. Maybe he'll make you laugh, too.
Cynic wrote:I hear you can also drink that shit piss.
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
So my grandmother who hasn't driven in years gave me her car today. So I finally have transportation like a normal 20-something! I can go places without worrying whether I have bus fare or whether the bus is actually running!
...now I just need to find a job so I can pay for insurance and gas. Unfortunately, my computer crapped out today. Because of course it would.
...now I just need to find a job so I can pay for insurance and gas. Unfortunately, my computer crapped out today. Because of course it would.
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
I got to use the phrase "Kiss my asymptote" in a message board conversation today.
My son makes me laugh. Maybe he'll make you laugh, too.
My wife's laptop hard drive died a couple days ago, twas under warranty so we had a new one shipped out to us for free.
I got home tonight at like 7pm and set to work getting her lappy back in working order... fucking 2 and a half hours later finally. Finally. I have shit happy again.
Granted I wasn't working on the computer the whole time, for over an hour of it I was having dinner and chasing my kids around before bed time while windows 8 set itself up.
The most aggravating part was fixing all the stupid windows 8 quirks since it has been 8-9 months since I had to do it last time.
• reinstall a 3rd party start button+
• get rid of the over-sensitive touchpad click and awful-stupid-i-hate-you gestures
• set it so that when the laptop is not plugged in the computer does not default to turning off the wifi card to save power
• set the default time sync setting to a clock that is correct (god forbid the default clock sync actually work)
• I'm sure there was another 1 or 2 that I will have to hit later but I don't remember what they were... I guess I'll get an aggravating reminder some time soon.
And then waiting for downloads to wrap up at the tail end of it. Redownloading/installing various shit like Chrome, Open Office and my 4 year old's Big Fish Games stuff.
My son has been super excited for me to fix "the black computer" and was a bit sad that he had to go to bed before it finished tonight. Oh well.
I got home tonight at like 7pm and set to work getting her lappy back in working order... fucking 2 and a half hours later finally. Finally. I have shit happy again.
Granted I wasn't working on the computer the whole time, for over an hour of it I was having dinner and chasing my kids around before bed time while windows 8 set itself up.
The most aggravating part was fixing all the stupid windows 8 quirks since it has been 8-9 months since I had to do it last time.
• reinstall a 3rd party start button+
• get rid of the over-sensitive touchpad click and awful-stupid-i-hate-you gestures
• set it so that when the laptop is not plugged in the computer does not default to turning off the wifi card to save power
• set the default time sync setting to a clock that is correct (god forbid the default clock sync actually work)
• I'm sure there was another 1 or 2 that I will have to hit later but I don't remember what they were... I guess I'll get an aggravating reminder some time soon.
And then waiting for downloads to wrap up at the tail end of it. Redownloading/installing various shit like Chrome, Open Office and my 4 year old's Big Fish Games stuff.
My son has been super excited for me to fix "the black computer" and was a bit sad that he had to go to bed before it finished tonight. Oh well.
Dear universe,
Kill me. My nephew is staying over and he apparently was introduced to Teletubbies by his parents. It popped up on an auto load youtube playlist full of bollywood songs. There are so many things wrong with those two sentences that I have no words.
Just kill me.
Kill me. My nephew is staying over and he apparently was introduced to Teletubbies by his parents. It popped up on an auto load youtube playlist full of bollywood songs. There are so many things wrong with those two sentences that I have no words.
Just kill me.
Ancient History wrote:We were working on Street Magic, and Frank asked me if a houngan had run over my dog.
I had the shittiest birthday ever. My iPod Touch was stolen. My computer is having problems booting (half the time, it powers up but doesn't go on - I know at least one of my hard drives is on the way out). And my stereo stopped working. So the device that I used to store my personal info and text my family on is out. My computer is almost out. And I can't listen to music or watch DVDs.
And all of those thing are so damned expensive to replace that I'm screwed.
And all of those thing are so damned expensive to replace that I'm screwed.
My son makes me laugh. Maybe he'll make you laugh, too.
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Haappyy biirthdaayy too yoouu . . .
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Shrapnel wrote:TFwiki wrote:Soon is the name of the region in the time-domain (familiar to all marketing departments, and to the moderators and staff of Fun Publications) which sees release of all BotCon news, club exclusives, and other fan desirables. Soon is when then will become now.
Peculiar properties of spacetime ensure that the perception of the magnitude of Soon is fluid and dependent, not on an individual's time-reference, but on spatial and cultural location. A marketer generally perceives Soon as a finite, known, yet unspeakable time-interval; to a fan, the interval appears greater, and may in fact approach the infinite, becoming Never. Once the interval has passed, however, a certain time-lensing effect seems to occur, and the time-interval becomes vanishingly small. We therefore see the strange result that the same fragment of spacetime may be observed, in quick succession, as Soon, Never, and All Too Quickly.
I had my first bonafide medical emergency today.
I woke up after about nine straight hours of sleeping like a rock (and it was glorious), went to the bathroom and bent over to get a couple of gulps of water from the faucet because I'm not at my best in those first five minutes of being awake, and some hellish combination of, according to the ER doctor, blood sugar/pressure added up to make me feel a burst of chest pain, black out my vision for a minute, and make me so wobbly on my feet I barely managed to sit down against the bathroom door.
So when I can see again--in less than a minute--I wobble out in the living room, and Mom looks at me and asks if I'm allright, and I decide 'serious as a heart attack' is a figure of speech for a reason, and tell her, quite honestly, that I think I'm having one. So I take some honest-to-God-I-have-no-idea-where-that-bottle-came-from Bayer Aspirin and wait for the vision to clear completely (less than five minutes), and then discuss what to do, call the Chest Pain Center at one of the local hospitals, and they decide to send an ambulance.
They're still not entirely sure -what- it was, but it put me on the ground, gave me a great case of headrush/vertigo (imagine standing up too quickly, times ten), and made me break out in beads of sweat, which I'd never done before.
And the maddening part was, at the hospital all my diagnostics were great. I'm a little overweight, but my pulse, blood pressure, blood sugar, and chest-x-rays all were looking splendiferous. The nurses even commented on me having pretty big lungs, or something, when they were looking at the x-rays.
Still, this isn't the sorta shit I play around with, so I guess I have my call to start paying actual active attention to diet and exercise.
I was feeling well enough inside of thirty minutes to screw with the ambulance staff, who were asking me stuff like "Are you afraid of blood or needles?" and my only answer was, "No, but I can pretend to be if that'll make you feel better."
Apart from that, I tried to be a model patient.
I woke up after about nine straight hours of sleeping like a rock (and it was glorious), went to the bathroom and bent over to get a couple of gulps of water from the faucet because I'm not at my best in those first five minutes of being awake, and some hellish combination of, according to the ER doctor, blood sugar/pressure added up to make me feel a burst of chest pain, black out my vision for a minute, and make me so wobbly on my feet I barely managed to sit down against the bathroom door.
So when I can see again--in less than a minute--I wobble out in the living room, and Mom looks at me and asks if I'm allright, and I decide 'serious as a heart attack' is a figure of speech for a reason, and tell her, quite honestly, that I think I'm having one. So I take some honest-to-God-I-have-no-idea-where-that-bottle-came-from Bayer Aspirin and wait for the vision to clear completely (less than five minutes), and then discuss what to do, call the Chest Pain Center at one of the local hospitals, and they decide to send an ambulance.
They're still not entirely sure -what- it was, but it put me on the ground, gave me a great case of headrush/vertigo (imagine standing up too quickly, times ten), and made me break out in beads of sweat, which I'd never done before.
And the maddening part was, at the hospital all my diagnostics were great. I'm a little overweight, but my pulse, blood pressure, blood sugar, and chest-x-rays all were looking splendiferous. The nurses even commented on me having pretty big lungs, or something, when they were looking at the x-rays.
Still, this isn't the sorta shit I play around with, so I guess I have my call to start paying actual active attention to diet and exercise.
I was feeling well enough inside of thirty minutes to screw with the ambulance staff, who were asking me stuff like "Are you afraid of blood or needles?" and my only answer was, "No, but I can pretend to be if that'll make you feel better."
Apart from that, I tried to be a model patient.
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He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
I'm going to ride a 200 km brevet tomorrow. It's raining cats and dogs with no sign of stopping any time soon. There'll be a City Day celebration tomorrow preceding the mayoral election on Sunday. Maybe, for once, the mayor will order to disperse the clouds, not protestors.
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200 km. I wish I was fit enough to do 5km on a bike.Starmaker wrote:I'm going to ride a 200 km brevet tomorrow. It's raining cats and dogs with no sign of stopping any time soon. There'll be a City Day celebration tomorrow preceding the mayoral election on Sunday. Maybe, for once, the mayor will order to disperse the clouds, not protestors.
Ancient History wrote:We were working on Street Magic, and Frank asked me if a houngan had run over my dog.
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i had to do 200 kilometers on a bike once . .
i sold it days after and haven't looked back <.<
i sold it days after and haven't looked back <.<
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Shrapnel wrote:TFwiki wrote:Soon is the name of the region in the time-domain (familiar to all marketing departments, and to the moderators and staff of Fun Publications) which sees release of all BotCon news, club exclusives, and other fan desirables. Soon is when then will become now.
Peculiar properties of spacetime ensure that the perception of the magnitude of Soon is fluid and dependent, not on an individual's time-reference, but on spatial and cultural location. A marketer generally perceives Soon as a finite, known, yet unspeakable time-interval; to a fan, the interval appears greater, and may in fact approach the infinite, becoming Never. Once the interval has passed, however, a certain time-lensing effect seems to occur, and the time-interval becomes vanishingly small. We therefore see the strange result that the same fragment of spacetime may be observed, in quick succession, as Soon, Never, and All Too Quickly.
So, my old dumbphone? It was easy as fuck to download a ringtone. Upgrade to the Nexus 4 with virgin? No fucking way. It's like they hate money. I'm not bringing my phone back to factory settings just so I can BUY a ringtone I bought before. Fuck that.
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