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I'm rather glad that I don't get any of those references.
virgil wrote:Lovecraft didn't later add a love triangle between Dagon, Chtulhu, & the Colour-Out-of-Space; only to have it broken up through cyber-bullying by the King in Yellow.
FrankTrollman wrote:If your enemy is fucking Gravity, are you helping or hindering it by putting things on high shelves? I don't fucking know! That's not even a thing. Your enemy can't be Gravity, because that's stupid.
Shrapnel, I'm very sorry. If I'd been less sleepy last night, I would have remembered to link to something that can counteract the Taylor Swift.
Something manly.
Something manly.
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!
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Count Arioch the 28th
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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!
Shit, I can't choose between two. From the same book, actually...
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.
It's just venting, but whatever. I'm so fucking tired of those LinkedIn articles by random CEOs (of small businesses, because of course) who just always end up being about how "Why you should fucking kill yourself at work for mediocre pay because otherwise you are a loser unworthy of licking my baby boomer boots."
Sure, rando, you need the validation because you're sixty-five and a total nonfactor in your field, your "wildly successful" business actually hasn't grown in ten years and you can't afford to give your employee raises and still make the payments on your triple-mortgaged McMansion far in the suburbs of Cleveland, I get that. But seriously, posting in on LinkedIn just makes you look as pathetic as you feel you are.
Aaaaaahhhh. There. That felt good.[/i]
Sure, rando, you need the validation because you're sixty-five and a total nonfactor in your field, your "wildly successful" business actually hasn't grown in ten years and you can't afford to give your employee raises and still make the payments on your triple-mortgaged McMansion far in the suburbs of Cleveland, I get that. But seriously, posting in on LinkedIn just makes you look as pathetic as you feel you are.
Aaaaaahhhh. There. That felt good.[/i]
I'm thinking of "Sometimes you have to start off small, like oak trees" while posing with this next to me/in the background.Prak wrote:Shit, I can't choose between two. From the same book, actually...
That or bloody big letters on the side of a building saying YES.
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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 torn between "Upon my honor, I am not a violent man," or "Good evening, gentlemen! Please pay attention. I am a reformed vampire, which is to say, I am a bundle of suppressed instincts held together with spit and coffee. It would be wrong to say that violent, tearing carnage does not come easily to me. It’s not tearing your throats out that doesn’t come easily to me. Please don’t make it any harder." (or perhaps something trimmed down from that)Maxus wrote:I'm thinking of "Sometimes you have to start off small, like oak trees" while posing with this next to me/in the background.Prak wrote:Shit, I can't choose between two. From the same book, actually...
That or bloody big letters on the side of a building saying YES.
Then again, thinking about, I'm also liking "LORD, WE KNOW THERE IS NO GOOD ORDER EXCEPT THAT WHICH WE CREATE... THERE IS NO HOPE BUT US. THERE IS NO MERCY BUT US. THERE IS NO JUSTICE. THERE IS JUST US." or perhaps something from Vimes.
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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Stahlseele
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i'd probably have to chose the song from night watch.
"they rise hands up"
"they rise feet up"
the next part is something about ass/butt/rear or so, but i'd have to look the rest up, but that was one of the sadder scenes i remember from the discworld novels.
that and a small littly fellow of a character named cuddy.
"they rise hands up"
"they rise feet up"
the next part is something about ass/butt/rear or so, but i'd have to look the rest up, but that was one of the sadder scenes i remember from the discworld novels.
that and a small littly fellow of a character named cuddy.
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.
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Count Arioch the 28th
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Bummed. Although I'm keeping a friend I'm losing the benefits. Eventually I'll learn to not let my emotions get away from me but it wasn't this time... I'll say one thing about being bitter and unpleasant, I didn't have to worry about random people wanting to jump my bones then pulling back when I start to care for them...
In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
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Ancient History
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Yeah, thanks to camera problems my effort didn't come out right. I'm going to try again another weekend.
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!
My laptop is dead. Any project dependent on local saves and not clouds is now gone and I shall not be restarting them. I am looking into getting a new high power desktop with ubuntu. The laptop will receive a viking funeral once I grab a sledgehammer and some lighter fluid.
Count Arioch the 28th wrote:There is NOTHING better than lesbians. Lesbians make everything better.
You can remove the hard drive from your laptop and put it in your high powered desktop. That data isn't necessarily lost.Koumei wrote:My laptop is dead. Any project dependent on local saves and not clouds is now gone and I shall not be restarting them. I am looking into getting a new high power desktop with ubuntu. The laptop will receive a viking funeral once I grab a sledgehammer and some lighter fluid.
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What, you mean I'm not learning anything from the "6 reasons you should find a mentor WHO IS JUST LIKE ME" and "3 reasons my dick is just so fucking big, trust me" articles?MisterDee wrote:It's just venting, but whatever. I'm so fucking tired of those LinkedIn articles by random CEOs (of small businesses, because of course) who just always end up being about how "Why you should fucking kill yourself at work for mediocre pay because otherwise you are a loser unworthy of licking my baby boomer boots."
Sure, rando, you need the validation because you're sixty-five and a total nonfactor in your field, your "wildly successful" business actually hasn't grown in ten years and you can't afford to give your employee raises and still make the payments on your triple-mortgaged McMansion far in the suburbs of Cleveland, I get that. But seriously, posting in on LinkedIn just makes you look as pathetic as you feel you are.
Aaaaaahhhh. There. That felt good.[/i]
My life is a lie.
sandmann wrote:Zak S wrote:I'm not a dick, I'm really nice.Zak S wrote:(...) once you have decided that you will spend any part of your life trolling on the internet, you forfeit all rights as a human.If you should get hit by a car--no-one should help you. If you vote on anything--your vote should be thrown away.
If you wanted to participate in a conversation, you've lost that right. You are a non-human now. You are over and cancelled. No concern of yours can ever matter to any member of the human race ever again.
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I wish my life were cake *jealous*
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.
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So here's a pet peeve I have that is probably mostly irrational, but nonetheless completely grinds my fucking gears:
I work as a technician in a machine shop: CNC machines, rotary grinders, lathes, 3D printers and things of that nature. We deal in very precise measurements, down to 1/10000 of an inch, with 1/1000 in. or "thou" in workplace parlance being the standard unit of measurement with us.
The part that chafes my nuts is that everything at work is in "thou", not hundredths of an inch, not tenths, always "thou". So someone will bring you a piece of material asking you to remove "ten thou", and when asked to clarify if that means 1/10000 in. or 1/100 in., they just stare at you blankly and repeat: "ten thou".
Case in point, I'm working on a core drill the other night (that's a machine that turns chunks of material into cylinders and rings) and asks me to drill a 16" dia. ID into a disk of material. I ask how on center the ID has to be in relation to the OD, and he says anything within "500 thou" is fine.
I reply: 500 thou.
Him: Yeah.
Me: 500 individual thousandths of an inch.
Him: Yeah.
Me: So 5/10ths of an inch.
Him: Yeah.
Me: So a half inch.
Him: Yeah yeah.
Me: Goddammit Norman, just say a half inch!
I feel like there would be a lot less clarification needed if the people I work with would learn how decimal places work
Anyway, that's rant about my completely insular work experience, to which Frank Trollman will no doubt say something like: "Yesterday I told a 19 year old girl that she'd need a hysterectomy because of cervical dysplasia, but yeah your job sucks".
I work as a technician in a machine shop: CNC machines, rotary grinders, lathes, 3D printers and things of that nature. We deal in very precise measurements, down to 1/10000 of an inch, with 1/1000 in. or "thou" in workplace parlance being the standard unit of measurement with us.
The part that chafes my nuts is that everything at work is in "thou", not hundredths of an inch, not tenths, always "thou". So someone will bring you a piece of material asking you to remove "ten thou", and when asked to clarify if that means 1/10000 in. or 1/100 in., they just stare at you blankly and repeat: "ten thou".
Case in point, I'm working on a core drill the other night (that's a machine that turns chunks of material into cylinders and rings) and asks me to drill a 16" dia. ID into a disk of material. I ask how on center the ID has to be in relation to the OD, and he says anything within "500 thou" is fine.
I reply: 500 thou.
Him: Yeah.
Me: 500 individual thousandths of an inch.
Him: Yeah.
Me: So 5/10ths of an inch.
Him: Yeah.
Me: So a half inch.
Him: Yeah yeah.
Me: Goddammit Norman, just say a half inch!
I feel like there would be a lot less clarification needed if the people I work with would learn how decimal places work
Anyway, that's rant about my completely insular work experience, to which Frank Trollman will no doubt say something like: "Yesterday I told a 19 year old girl that she'd need a hysterectomy because of cervical dysplasia, but yeah your job sucks".
The most dangerous game is man. The most entertaining game is Broadway Puppy Ball. The most weird game is Esoteric Bear.
In my line of work, we have to worry about your shops hearing "half inch" and deciding that means .5+/-.125 or something
Come see Sprockets & Serials
How do you confuse a barbarian?
Put a greatsword a maul and a greataxe in a room and ask them to take their pick
How do you confuse a barbarian?
Put a greatsword a maul and a greataxe in a room and ask them to take their pick
EXPLOSIVE RUNES!
Say "zero point five inches". Then it's clear you're being precise.
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.
0.5 can still mean 0.5+/-.02 unless you are more precise than that
Come see Sprockets & Serials
How do you confuse a barbarian?
Put a greatsword a maul and a greataxe in a room and ask them to take their pick
How do you confuse a barbarian?
Put a greatsword a maul and a greataxe in a room and ask them to take their pick
EXPLOSIVE RUNES!
Alternatively say "exactly half an inch" and then people will no to do it as precisely as they are capable of.
The U.S. isn't a democracy and if you think it is, you are a rube.DSMatticus wrote:Kaelik gonna kaelik. Whatcha gonna do?
That's libertarians for you - anarchists who want police protection from their slaves.