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Count Arioch the 28th
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If nothing else, I've been wanting to see Korpiklaani for years, and have been trying to see Ensiferum again since Paganfest II. Also seeing Alestorm again and Apocalyptica for the first time has me pretty excited. Plus lots of other bands that I've never heard of to check out too.
In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
Rehearse the opening line out loud until you can say it without thinking about it. Once you get the first line out they'll either completely ignore you, in which case they are clearly not interested, or else they'll start talking to you, at which point I assume you are not so introverted that you will be completely unable to hold a conversation.
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Count Arioch the 28th
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Things I learned today:
1. Buying cockroaches at the pet supply store terrifies people.
2. When asked what the hell eats cockroaches, the answer "Tarantulas" terrifies people more.
3. Explaining to people that cockroaches are more nutritious and less fatty than crickets doesn't help.
EDIT: Lady Kiaransalee is now exhibiting behavior I have not seen in her before. She didn't eat the roach, she just picked it up in her mouth and held it for a while, then put it back down. I tried to get the uneaten, still living roach out of her cage, and she started lunging at me. If this wasn't an inappropriate anthropomorphic interpretation, I'd say she wanted to keep the roach as a pet...
1. Buying cockroaches at the pet supply store terrifies people.
2. When asked what the hell eats cockroaches, the answer "Tarantulas" terrifies people more.
3. Explaining to people that cockroaches are more nutritious and less fatty than crickets doesn't help.
EDIT: Lady Kiaransalee is now exhibiting behavior I have not seen in her before. She didn't eat the roach, she just picked it up in her mouth and held it for a while, then put it back down. I tried to get the uneaten, still living roach out of her cage, and she started lunging at me. If this wasn't an inappropriate anthropomorphic interpretation, I'd say she wanted to keep the roach as a pet...
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In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
Yah, I have learned there is a surprising amount of arachnophobes at my work place. I am being summoned way more often than I would have expected to deal with spiders. I suppose it's just more prevalent than I woulda guessed. I've freaked coworkers out by catching spiders in my hand and releasing them outside the building.
While I don't think any animal particularly scares me, but mice bother me way more than spiders. Their bites hurt more, are more likely to give me a disease that would concern me, and I'm squeamish about squishing mammals. Thank god I've got cats who deal with my mice invaders for me (every now and then they taunt me by squeaking from the cooling vents).
In other news, I got to help out with a guy whose eye was ruptured today. Really I assisted the tech who was assisting the surgeon so I was a couple steps removed from the gritty work, but twas nice to see a guy who was about to lose his eye to having it all sealed up with pressure and a flat retina again. That felt more gratifying than when I'd save lives via EKG monitoring since that was more indirect being relayed over the phone, and often the people going downhill that way didn't have a good prognosis even if saved.
While I don't think any animal particularly scares me, but mice bother me way more than spiders. Their bites hurt more, are more likely to give me a disease that would concern me, and I'm squeamish about squishing mammals. Thank god I've got cats who deal with my mice invaders for me (every now and then they taunt me by squeaking from the cooling vents).
In other news, I got to help out with a guy whose eye was ruptured today. Really I assisted the tech who was assisting the surgeon so I was a couple steps removed from the gritty work, but twas nice to see a guy who was about to lose his eye to having it all sealed up with pressure and a flat retina again. That felt more gratifying than when I'd save lives via EKG monitoring since that was more indirect being relayed over the phone, and often the people going downhill that way didn't have a good prognosis even if saved.
Count, that actually kind of reminds me of how our dog will be given a biscuit, carry it off in his mouth, set it down, and then go lie down somewhere else. There have been times when I've walked out into the living room and seen two whole biscuits lying on the floor, and the dog nowhere to be seen.
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.
Count: nice choice of name.
So, my grandfather went into hospital because he was suffering from incredible fatigue and some other symptoms, and they found that he doesn't have as much blood as expected. Best guess was myeloma. But then he suffered from nausea so bad that he ruptured his spleen (my mother had to ask them if they could write a script for anti-nausea meds, the doctors didn't think to do so before she suggested it). With that, he had to be transferred to the city, and it's mostly fixed, but they were also able to get a definite diagnosis. He has amyloidosis, which from my understanding is an auto-immune thing where the body (bone marrow?) produces shitty proteins that attack your internal organs.
So he actually looks like a tired old man now, whereas six months ago he was driving around the country, and would still have been happy to get in a fight at a pub. His main complaint was that he's not allowed to smoke in the hospital or anywhere on the grounds, even the car park. Health and Safety gone mad, I tell you.
But it's possible that they can't treat it for him, in which case we're talking 3-12 months. Granted, old people die, it's what happens, but it's like he's gone from completely alive to almost dead.
Just remind them that if you're ever actually bitten by a dangerous spider, then the worst part of it is you're in Australia. You have bigger problems than the venom.erik wrote:Yah, I have learned there is a surprising amount of arachnophobes at my work place. I am being summoned way more often than I would have expected to deal with spiders.
So, my grandfather went into hospital because he was suffering from incredible fatigue and some other symptoms, and they found that he doesn't have as much blood as expected. Best guess was myeloma. But then he suffered from nausea so bad that he ruptured his spleen (my mother had to ask them if they could write a script for anti-nausea meds, the doctors didn't think to do so before she suggested it). With that, he had to be transferred to the city, and it's mostly fixed, but they were also able to get a definite diagnosis. He has amyloidosis, which from my understanding is an auto-immune thing where the body (bone marrow?) produces shitty proteins that attack your internal organs.
So he actually looks like a tired old man now, whereas six months ago he was driving around the country, and would still have been happy to get in a fight at a pub. His main complaint was that he's not allowed to smoke in the hospital or anywhere on the grounds, even the car park. Health and Safety gone mad, I tell you.
But it's possible that they can't treat it for him, in which case we're talking 3-12 months. Granted, old people die, it's what happens, but it's like he's gone from completely alive to almost dead.
Count Arioch the 28th wrote:There is NOTHING better than lesbians. Lesbians make everything better.
Sorry to hear that, Koumei.
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.
Getting old sucks. Bro-hug to ya Koumei.
Myself and my wife both have grandparents who are on the slow down slide. Losing their minds at a slow and steady pace. Hers is still at the frustrating stage that you still try to explain things since it isn't a 100% lost cause (only 99%), whereas mine is at the heartbreaking stage where she's pretty much gone. My grandpa did it right. Live into his 90's fairly active. Kick cancer's ass for a few years and then spend a couple days in the hospital before dying sans pain.
Myself and my wife both have grandparents who are on the slow down slide. Losing their minds at a slow and steady pace. Hers is still at the frustrating stage that you still try to explain things since it isn't a 100% lost cause (only 99%), whereas mine is at the heartbreaking stage where she's pretty much gone. My grandpa did it right. Live into his 90's fairly active. Kick cancer's ass for a few years and then spend a couple days in the hospital before dying sans pain.
That sucks, Koumei. Best wishes to the guy; he sounds like a pretty tough old dude. My grandfather was the same and his last years were difficult because he had to come to terms with his own frailty, which is a thing he spent his life denying. I hope that if the worst happens, it's at least quick and easy.
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Yeah that really sucks. Always hard seeing someone you care about not being able to be themselves.Koumei wrote:But it's possible that they can't treat it for him, in which case we're talking 3-12 months. Granted, old people die, it's what happens, but it's like he's gone from completely alive to almost dead.
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@whipstitch:
on the other hand:
horribly adorable tiny little baby kitties.
on the other hand:
horribly adorable tiny little baby kitties.
Welcome, to IronHell.
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've got 108 dollars left on my student loan, after five years of paying it.
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 have contracted unpleasant sinus and eye infections, and as luck would have it I am returning to college this week. I plan to pick up a cloth mask at the health center in hopes of not making everyone in my classes sick. At least not all at once.
DSMatticus wrote:It's not just that everything you say is stupid, but that they are Gordian knots of stupid that leave me completely bewildered as to where to even begin. After hearing you speak Alexander the Great would stab you and triumphantly declare the puzzle solved.
I'd pick up a cape and tall boots and call myself Comrade Contagius and demand people bow before I cough on them.
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!
Is that "Bow, then be coughed upon" or "Bow, lest I cough upon you"?
Update on grandfather. He can't really have the treatment (chemotherapy, it'd destroy what's left of his internal organs) but he's faring well enough that the guess is 6-9 months. So we've knocked out the lower and upper ends of the range.
Anyway, soon enough he'll be okay to release from hospital, so we've cleared one of the rooms out so he can move in with us for the time being. This way he still has autonomy and can come and go while he's well enough, has a room to himself, has us there to help as needed, and more importantly, there are the dogs. He likes dogs in general, and loves ours. For what it's worth, they think he's awesome, too. I imagine Mum's dog is going to be sleeping on or under his bed.
He's always been a grumpy old bugger (exceptions made for his family, though he'll still tell it how it is), and somewhere between pessimistic and realistic. So basically, while he doesn't welcome death with open arms, he accepts that it's going to happen and there's nothing he can do to stop it, merely don't let it make him miserable in the meantime. So a pretty good response, all considered, but the hospital are actually worried that he's not panicking enough. So they're going to get some psychiatrists to speak to him, and I'd bet dollars to donuts that he'll tell them to fuck off. In those words.
Update on grandfather. He can't really have the treatment (chemotherapy, it'd destroy what's left of his internal organs) but he's faring well enough that the guess is 6-9 months. So we've knocked out the lower and upper ends of the range.
Anyway, soon enough he'll be okay to release from hospital, so we've cleared one of the rooms out so he can move in with us for the time being. This way he still has autonomy and can come and go while he's well enough, has a room to himself, has us there to help as needed, and more importantly, there are the dogs. He likes dogs in general, and loves ours. For what it's worth, they think he's awesome, too. I imagine Mum's dog is going to be sleeping on or under his bed.
He's always been a grumpy old bugger (exceptions made for his family, though he'll still tell it how it is), and somewhere between pessimistic and realistic. So basically, while he doesn't welcome death with open arms, he accepts that it's going to happen and there's nothing he can do to stop it, merely don't let it make him miserable in the meantime. So a pretty good response, all considered, but the hospital are actually worried that he's not panicking enough. So they're going to get some psychiatrists to speak to him, and I'd bet dollars to donuts that he'll tell them to fuck off. In those words.
Count Arioch the 28th wrote:There is NOTHING better than lesbians. Lesbians make everything better.
Sounds like he and you and your family are making the best of it you can. Sounds like the best possible response.
I've spent the last seven days setting up my store. My crew got Saturday off, I got to put in an extra day to get in forty hours for the week, lest I be paid less than my actual salary.
I'm at about the end of my hours, and I'm fortunately nearly finished with set up.
Except for a bunch of things that need places that literally do not currently exist. I have only a vague suggestion of where Lighting and Fog stuff is going (and it won't fit there anyway), I have no clue where any of the large spider props are going, and so on and so on. This is because they do not give us full autonomy, instead handling construction and layout and turning it over to us for unloading the shipments and merching them. The problem is that the construction isn't done, the layout isn't done, and the layouts are both completely unrealistic for our space, and placed with a wild abandon that clearly demonstrates that my boss doesn't know what any of our licenses are.
This wouldn't bother me if we were set to open in mid to late September, as people assume, but we're scheduled to open Sunday. And I can't get my boss to actually come to the damned store..
It's great being a manager, and having answers. But I'm still working under people who are at best too far from the front, and at worst actually incompetent. I don't believe they're incompetent, but I'm seriously starting to wonder whether this is some kind of test or joke at my expense.
I've spent the last seven days setting up my store. My crew got Saturday off, I got to put in an extra day to get in forty hours for the week, lest I be paid less than my actual salary.
I'm at about the end of my hours, and I'm fortunately nearly finished with set up.
Except for a bunch of things that need places that literally do not currently exist. I have only a vague suggestion of where Lighting and Fog stuff is going (and it won't fit there anyway), I have no clue where any of the large spider props are going, and so on and so on. This is because they do not give us full autonomy, instead handling construction and layout and turning it over to us for unloading the shipments and merching them. The problem is that the construction isn't done, the layout isn't done, and the layouts are both completely unrealistic for our space, and placed with a wild abandon that clearly demonstrates that my boss doesn't know what any of our licenses are.
This wouldn't bother me if we were set to open in mid to late September, as people assume, but we're scheduled to open Sunday. And I can't get my boss to actually come to the damned store..
It's great being a manager, and having answers. But I'm still working under people who are at best too far from the front, and at worst actually incompetent. I don't believe they're incompetent, but I'm seriously starting to wonder whether this is some kind of test or joke at my expense.
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.
Take your pick.Koumei wrote:Is that "Bow, then be coughed upon" or "Bow, lest I cough upon you"?
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!
Giovanni will be six on Saturday. He is going into first grade. This week, he made his very first comment on YouTube - completely on his own. Between that and today's XKCD, it really got me thinking... The desire to communicate via a medium that requires literacy is obviously a lot stronger than I anticipated, and I'm proud of the fact that I get to have talks like the spam talk, the proper spelling talk, the on-topic talk, the troll talk, and other general netiquette talks. And YouTube is a great place for him to start because his youth will be well hidden in the piles of the other immaturity out there.
My son makes me laugh. Maybe he'll make you laugh, too.
SO HERE'S HOW TODAY WENT:
--Slightly more than eighteen hours ago, I was woken up to go take my learner's permit. I know I sound put together and cool in text, but my ADHD was such that when I was trying for my driver's license, I realized I was an actual hazard to other people on the road. I'm also related to a couple of people who trash a vehicle or two a year because of a terrible combination of drinking at parties and a natural leadfoot, so I decided to profit by the example and NOT inflict my wandering mind on other people on the road. So anyways, ten years later, I'm giving it another got because I can actually consciously focus on a task for an extended period of time now. So I had to take the written test again. I passed.
--My boss took today off, and the big boss was doing hospital things with her mother, who is close to 90. By reason of me knowing where stuff is and having the keys, this left me in charge of the correct cleaning of a government building. It didn't collapse, so I think we did allright.
--Continuing the general theme of cars being no good for people lately (old friend of my mom's is recovering from a wreck), one of my coworkers, a nice fellow, was dispirited today because he'd totaled his car the night before. He assures me the totaling wasn't intentional, but the end result of a series of actions which each individually made sense at the time, because he was being carjacked. Like, pulled up to a gas station, hadn't even turned the car off, and someone threw his door open and jumped in and tried to force him out the driver's side and he pulled away. He's okay, but out a car now.
-An online gaming buddy bought me Five Nights at Freddy's.
Eeeep.
--Slightly more than eighteen hours ago, I was woken up to go take my learner's permit. I know I sound put together and cool in text, but my ADHD was such that when I was trying for my driver's license, I realized I was an actual hazard to other people on the road. I'm also related to a couple of people who trash a vehicle or two a year because of a terrible combination of drinking at parties and a natural leadfoot, so I decided to profit by the example and NOT inflict my wandering mind on other people on the road. So anyways, ten years later, I'm giving it another got because I can actually consciously focus on a task for an extended period of time now. So I had to take the written test again. I passed.
--My boss took today off, and the big boss was doing hospital things with her mother, who is close to 90. By reason of me knowing where stuff is and having the keys, this left me in charge of the correct cleaning of a government building. It didn't collapse, so I think we did allright.
--Continuing the general theme of cars being no good for people lately (old friend of my mom's is recovering from a wreck), one of my coworkers, a nice fellow, was dispirited today because he'd totaled his car the night before. He assures me the totaling wasn't intentional, but the end result of a series of actions which each individually made sense at the time, because he was being carjacked. Like, pulled up to a gas station, hadn't even turned the car off, and someone threw his door open and jumped in and tried to force him out the driver's side and he pulled away. He's okay, but out a car now.
-An online gaming buddy bought me Five Nights at Freddy's.
Eeeep.
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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!
You are possibly the best mother of all time. That is all.Maj wrote:Giovanni will be six on Saturday. He is going into first grade. This week, he made his very first comment on YouTube - completely on his own. Between that and today's XKCD, it really got me thinking... The desire to communicate via a medium that requires literacy is obviously a lot stronger than I anticipated, and I'm proud of the fact that I get to have talks like the spam talk, the proper spelling talk, the on-topic talk, the troll talk, and other general netiquette talks. And YouTube is a great place for him to start because his youth will be well hidden in the piles of the other immaturity out there.