I would say that someone needs to write an Un Lun Dun/ Skullduggery Pleasant crossover, but, frankly, having Deeba and Valkyrie Cain in the same story would be more than a little redundant. Seeing as they're, ya know, THE SAME BLOODY PERSON.
Aaaand nobody, with the possible exception of Skitty, knows what I'm talking about. Oh, well. That's frequently the case.
On a similar note, the other night I dreamed that I was playing Fallout III, but with Un Lun Don's storyline. It worked supringly well. The Concern instead of the Enclave. Super Mutants and Ghouls replaced with Smombies and Smoglodites. The UnGun replaced with a combat shotgun variant. It was a lot of fun.
Oh yay, one of my favorite South of Nowhere fanfics, to which I'd long since lost the link and for which I was was unwilling to wade through the abbetoir runoff of FF.net's SON section, finally posted an update. Meaning I got sent an update email with a link. Woot.
Also, made some progress on the next PRN chapter. Not a lot, but some. Which is a lot, by comparison, as I've gotten nothing whatsoever done for ages.
I've said this before, but it really doesn't do a lot for my creative process, having half my cast MIA on a dimension-hopping train. I keep running against situations where I'd like to have someone say or do something, only to dejectedly remember that he or she is busy shoveling coal into a steam engine somewhere. Sigh.
While I'm talking literature, I have a couple declarations of Shenanigans to make:
Shenanigans, Diadem! It is not possible for the sun to rise in the north. West, sure, I can buy that. But no planet ever spins against its poles. Not gonna fly, unless 'North' means something pretty different on Pixel's world. And don't think I missed it when Oracle, who supposedly consists entirely of illusory magic and has no physical substance, flipped those playing cards over.
Shenanigans, Animorphs! There is no reason whatsoever that Ax should be unable to use thought-speak whilst in human morph. Not when he's still capable of doing it in any other animal form. And by the way, that part in the first book, when you described Andalites as having three vertical slits in place of a mouth? I saw that! Don't think you can just never mention it again and expect me to buy that they never had any sort of mouth at all!
Aaaand nobody, with the possible exception of Skitty, knows what I'm talking about. Oh, well. That's frequently the case.
On a similar note, the other night I dreamed that I was playing Fallout III, but with Un Lun Don's storyline. It worked supringly well. The Concern instead of the Enclave. Super Mutants and Ghouls replaced with Smombies and Smoglodites. The UnGun replaced with a combat shotgun variant. It was a lot of fun.
Oh yay, one of my favorite South of Nowhere fanfics, to which I'd long since lost the link and for which I was was unwilling to wade through the abbetoir runoff of FF.net's SON section, finally posted an update. Meaning I got sent an update email with a link. Woot.
Also, made some progress on the next PRN chapter. Not a lot, but some. Which is a lot, by comparison, as I've gotten nothing whatsoever done for ages.
I've said this before, but it really doesn't do a lot for my creative process, having half my cast MIA on a dimension-hopping train. I keep running against situations where I'd like to have someone say or do something, only to dejectedly remember that he or she is busy shoveling coal into a steam engine somewhere. Sigh.
While I'm talking literature, I have a couple declarations of Shenanigans to make:
Shenanigans, Diadem! It is not possible for the sun to rise in the north. West, sure, I can buy that. But no planet ever spins against its poles. Not gonna fly, unless 'North' means something pretty different on Pixel's world. And don't think I missed it when Oracle, who supposedly consists entirely of illusory magic and has no physical substance, flipped those playing cards over.
Shenanigans, Animorphs! There is no reason whatsoever that Ax should be unable to use thought-speak whilst in human morph. Not when he's still capable of doing it in any other animal form. And by the way, that part in the first book, when you described Andalites as having three vertical slits in place of a mouth? I saw that! Don't think you can just never mention it again and expect me to buy that they never had any sort of mouth at all!
so thats where people learn how to guilt trip....
¬.¬ thank you stephen...
hatred of gay people makes me giggle

art ligaht designed to look like a rift in space time...every dark forrest needs one...i know i want one...
fifty years of nastalgia in one image.
another one...
now see, this is how capital punishment should be handled...the condemned is fitted with some form of harness, and from a lottery a name at random is picked and a box with a big red button is sent to their house, they have one 1000000 dollars, all they have to do is...put someone to death, not someone specifically, it may not even be someone from their own state, might even be some one innocent...and the condemned gets to live as long as guilt outweighs need...
Very first impression, the touch actually works alot better then i thought it would...ill bet on two things, assuming that the next incarnation of the DS series doesnt involve an anal probe (this is nintendo we are talking about, you know, the "we have to totally reinvent the wheel for every new system) anyway..
i am predicting the next one will have a better graphics engine, though this one doesnt seem bad, a wireless g/n standard...both screens will be touch active, and you will probably have a force feed back (thing vibrates when you prod it) just for shits and giggles...
anyway, what was this? oh right... My very first impression is as follows, the fact that you cannot play mp3 files, or really, most audio formats, right out of box, is a MISTAKE... on nintendos part...i will probably have more fussing after a fashion, but for now, thats my main gripe
i am predicting the next one will have a better graphics engine, though this one doesnt seem bad, a wireless g/n standard...both screens will be touch active, and you will probably have a force feed back (thing vibrates when you prod it) just for shits and giggles...
anyway, what was this? oh right... My very first impression is as follows, the fact that you cannot play mp3 files, or really, most audio formats, right out of box, is a MISTAKE... on nintendos part...i will probably have more fussing after a fashion, but for now, thats my main gripe
iz you haz the new ds kh game yet?
Hung out with Grin, Skitty, and Elf. Went to Toys 'R' Us to find out that I had been decieved; Arceus will not be available until Saturday. Booo.
Went to a nifty restaraunt and ate food. And a decent portion of other peoples' food. Silly people and their silly little stomachs. There were too many noodles and I could not finish them all. Damn...should have brought them home with me. What remained would have made a good side-dish for a steak or porkchop or something. They were good noodles. Oh, well.
Went and saw Where the Wild Things Are, AKA, why nobody should ever breed, ever. Good gods, but the protagonist was a brat. Am I actually supposed to feel sympathetic towards him? Sheesh. Ah, well...grin knows the guy who works the theater, so admission was free. Woot.
Delivered Sprinkles' B-day gift to Roger. Received unexpected compensation, meaning that I actually broke even after spending money on dinner and movie concessions. Woot again.
Turns out, Walmart is not only out of Marauders, they've also sold out of those halloween swords with which I was hoping to outfit the Silver Ranger. Booo. Knew I should have bought those when I had the chance instead of waiting for them to go on sale.
Ah, well.
Then we came home, Grin and I traded some Pokemon, I watched most of the Rifftrax of Transformers II (Mocking Shia and Megan? Hells yeah!), and played some more Fallout III until Skitty decided it was time to go home. She wan't feeling well. Poor Skitty. Must be weird, not being able to regulate your own body temperature.
But then, we all already knew that MY hypothalumus doesn't function normally.
All in all, a decent day.
Tomorrow, trainyard. Weee. Must find something worth reading...
Went to a nifty restaraunt and ate food. And a decent portion of other peoples' food. Silly people and their silly little stomachs. There were too many noodles and I could not finish them all. Damn...should have brought them home with me. What remained would have made a good side-dish for a steak or porkchop or something. They were good noodles. Oh, well.
Went and saw Where the Wild Things Are, AKA, why nobody should ever breed, ever. Good gods, but the protagonist was a brat. Am I actually supposed to feel sympathetic towards him? Sheesh. Ah, well...grin knows the guy who works the theater, so admission was free. Woot.
Delivered Sprinkles' B-day gift to Roger. Received unexpected compensation, meaning that I actually broke even after spending money on dinner and movie concessions. Woot again.
Turns out, Walmart is not only out of Marauders, they've also sold out of those halloween swords with which I was hoping to outfit the Silver Ranger. Booo. Knew I should have bought those when I had the chance instead of waiting for them to go on sale.
Ah, well.
Then we came home, Grin and I traded some Pokemon, I watched most of the Rifftrax of Transformers II (Mocking Shia and Megan? Hells yeah!), and played some more Fallout III until Skitty decided it was time to go home. She wan't feeling well. Poor Skitty. Must be weird, not being able to regulate your own body temperature.
But then, we all already knew that MY hypothalumus doesn't function normally.
All in all, a decent day.
Tomorrow, trainyard. Weee. Must find something worth reading...
Happy B-day Echo!!!
“You aren’t going to break up with me?”
“Nope.”
“And you don’t think I should break up with you?”
“Nope.”
“Why the hell not?!”
“Because I still want to be with you.”
“But I’m gay.”
“I got that.”
“I kissed your sister.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Twice.”
“Yes.”
“I probably will again.”
“Cool.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
-Carly and Brian, 'Enough Changed'

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Safeflight quote for windshield replacement: $172.95. After labor, before tax.
Pricey, but not as high as expected. Hmm.
Of course, this is assuming I got the model right. I know it's a '99 Saturn with 4 doors, so I just flipped through the Saturn models until it listed a '99 4-door sedan.
*shrugs*
Pricey, but not as high as expected. Hmm.
Of course, this is assuming I got the model right. I know it's a '99 Saturn with 4 doors, so I just flipped through the Saturn models until it listed a '99 4-door sedan.
*shrugs*
Has anyone ever read The Tin Woodman of Oz? Or planning to?
No? Didn't think so.
Quick summary: Nick, reminded that he left a girl heartbroken and alone when he became tin and lost his heart, decides to find and marry her, because it's his duty to do so. He doesn't actually love her anymore...the official reason for this is that Oscar gave gim a Kind Heart and not a Loving Heart, but we all know the real reason is because he's happily shacked up with the Scarecrow.
On the way, he meets Captain Fyter, the Tin Soldier. Similar story to Nick's...wanted girl who served witch, witch enchanted his sword, hacked himself to bits one piece at a time, went to a tinsmith for new limbs, yaddayaddayadda.
Turns out it was the same girl. She came to like him more and more as he was tinnified, because he reminded her of Nick.
So, the tin twins go and visit the tinsmith, and what does Nick find in the cupboard but HIS ORIGINAL HEAD. And then he has a conversation with it. That's right...head in cabinet is STILL ALIVE because nothing ever dies in Oz.
Head demands that Nick close the door and leave it the hell alone. Nick happily obeys.
Captivated by the visceral horror that is classic Oz yet? No? Then have some more: We come to find out that the tinsmith had glued together all the original bits and pieces of Nick Chopper and Captain Fyter to BUILD HIS OWN MAN. Chopfyt. Whom he immediately got sick of and sent on his way, because Chopfyt is every bit as much an asshole as was Nick's head.
So. Tin twins finally find girl, whom, in the interim, has of course settled down and married. And guess who the lucky homunculus is? That's right...Chopfyt. He's perfect for her, after all, built from the butchered meat of her old boyfriends.
Tin twins shrug and go about their lives, Fyter joining Ozma's army and Nick rejoining his boyfriend at his tin palace.
Ignoring my standard-issue hatred of Ozma and her tyranical regiem, I adored this one. It stands head and shoulders above other Oz books, particularly the later installments. This is the sort of nightmare fuel that a faerie tale SHOULD BE.
And it helped a lot that it had Polychrome pulling all the deus ex machinas out of her ass and not Glinda or Ozma, both of whom could drink themselves to death on liquid drain-o without my minding. Polychrome at least manages to be interesting half the time.
No? Didn't think so.
Quick summary: Nick, reminded that he left a girl heartbroken and alone when he became tin and lost his heart, decides to find and marry her, because it's his duty to do so. He doesn't actually love her anymore...the official reason for this is that Oscar gave gim a Kind Heart and not a Loving Heart, but we all know the real reason is because he's happily shacked up with the Scarecrow.
On the way, he meets Captain Fyter, the Tin Soldier. Similar story to Nick's...wanted girl who served witch, witch enchanted his sword, hacked himself to bits one piece at a time, went to a tinsmith for new limbs, yaddayaddayadda.
Turns out it was the same girl. She came to like him more and more as he was tinnified, because he reminded her of Nick.
So, the tin twins go and visit the tinsmith, and what does Nick find in the cupboard but HIS ORIGINAL HEAD. And then he has a conversation with it. That's right...head in cabinet is STILL ALIVE because nothing ever dies in Oz.
Head demands that Nick close the door and leave it the hell alone. Nick happily obeys.
Captivated by the visceral horror that is classic Oz yet? No? Then have some more: We come to find out that the tinsmith had glued together all the original bits and pieces of Nick Chopper and Captain Fyter to BUILD HIS OWN MAN. Chopfyt. Whom he immediately got sick of and sent on his way, because Chopfyt is every bit as much an asshole as was Nick's head.
So. Tin twins finally find girl, whom, in the interim, has of course settled down and married. And guess who the lucky homunculus is? That's right...Chopfyt. He's perfect for her, after all, built from the butchered meat of her old boyfriends.
Tin twins shrug and go about their lives, Fyter joining Ozma's army and Nick rejoining his boyfriend at his tin palace.
Ignoring my standard-issue hatred of Ozma and her tyranical regiem, I adored this one. It stands head and shoulders above other Oz books, particularly the later installments. This is the sort of nightmare fuel that a faerie tale SHOULD BE.
And it helped a lot that it had Polychrome pulling all the deus ex machinas out of her ass and not Glinda or Ozma, both of whom could drink themselves to death on liquid drain-o without my minding. Polychrome at least manages to be interesting half the time.
*tucks it away into a pocket, and stretches...looks around...finds a likely looking brick wall, paints a target, and stands far back...* hmmmm *holds a thumb up and sights down along it* okaaay.....hmmmm, right then...well... *bends over double, and charges head first.....thunk*
A discworld movie (colour of magic, might as well start at the beginning, though i think they mixed colour of magic with the light fantastic) staring Tim Curry as one of the villains...yeah, gonna need to see this...
so, i went into macon the other day, stopped by the mall, and the theatre...went to see astroboy, and where the wild things are...also sorry i didnt cut the last chapter...id do it now but i think its a bit late
( spoilers )
Echo/ouT
( spoilers )
Echo/ouT
They're doing it on purpose, now. leaving land mines in my living room. I am so sick of this shit. No, literally, I am sick of this SHIT.
I would like to propose the following experiment:
1. We isolate each cat, in turn, for a week, either by confining them to a cat carrier, locking them in a given room, or sending them to another house.
2. We note during which week the random shitbombs cease.
3. We have our culprit and can appropriately administer discipline.
If the shitbombs do not cease, then we know we have multiple culprits. In that event, we reverse the process, and sequester all BUT one, and add them back to the household in turn until the shitbombs resume. Confirmed shitbombers are returned to quarantine until all cats have been tested.
Come to think of it, this alternate method might be the best way to go in the first place.
I would like to propose the following experiment:
1. We isolate each cat, in turn, for a week, either by confining them to a cat carrier, locking them in a given room, or sending them to another house.
2. We note during which week the random shitbombs cease.
3. We have our culprit and can appropriately administer discipline.
If the shitbombs do not cease, then we know we have multiple culprits. In that event, we reverse the process, and sequester all BUT one, and add them back to the household in turn until the shitbombs resume. Confirmed shitbombers are returned to quarantine until all cats have been tested.
Come to think of it, this alternate method might be the best way to go in the first place.
Okay, so points to Fallout 3 for giving me the option to talk the supercomputer into self-destructing.
No points at all for the actual dialogue. I mean, really, telling the thing that it's 'wrong' for it to order people around? When it's personality is supposedly a compendium of various US PRESIDENTS? And the thing doesn't even put up an argument? No. No, no, no.
Honestly, if the line hadn't been one of those (SPEECH) options that gives me all that yummy XP in case of success, I never would have chosen it. That's how badly it was handled.
In other news...what the crap happened to Charon? He was following me around, I got kidnapped, and then...poof. Did they kill him? They hate Ghouls, so maybe...
So what the Hel happened to all of that gear of mine he was carrying? I needed all those Chinese Assault Rifles! They were for a quest!
Edit: Found Charon. He went back to Underworld. Stupid game won't let me have both him and Fawkes, though. Says I can only have one follower, which I already know is bullshit, because I've had the damn dog for ages now.
No points at all for the actual dialogue. I mean, really, telling the thing that it's 'wrong' for it to order people around? When it's personality is supposedly a compendium of various US PRESIDENTS? And the thing doesn't even put up an argument? No. No, no, no.
Honestly, if the line hadn't been one of those (SPEECH) options that gives me all that yummy XP in case of success, I never would have chosen it. That's how badly it was handled.
In other news...what the crap happened to Charon? He was following me around, I got kidnapped, and then...poof. Did they kill him? They hate Ghouls, so maybe...
So what the Hel happened to all of that gear of mine he was carrying? I needed all those Chinese Assault Rifles! They were for a quest!
Edit: Found Charon. He went back to Underworld. Stupid game won't let me have both him and Fawkes, though. Says I can only have one follower, which I already know is bullshit, because I've had the damn dog for ages now.
okay, the general consensus in kingdom hearts circles is that sora is about 14 years old, and flashback sora is likely about 7 or 8...i can see this...but...
i maintain my argument that Sora is in his preteens, probably somewhere between 10 and 12...
my evidence for this is comparing him to other characters in the game. Yes a child goes through alot of growth in a short period of time durring their teenage years, but if you compare sora to Aladdin, or Tarzan, Aladdin being likely about 16, tarzan perhaps 17, or, the general height of any character in the game, you will see what i mean. Case and point, the quintessential confirmed 10 year old, peter pan, the boy who will NEVER grow up, is, if anything, BIGGER then sora, i know that generally speaking you guys dont agree with me on Soras age, but to me it just doesnt make sense that hes anything over, say, 12...
by the by, does the dsi pack an mp3 player?
i maintain my argument that Sora is in his preteens, probably somewhere between 10 and 12...
my evidence for this is comparing him to other characters in the game. Yes a child goes through alot of growth in a short period of time durring their teenage years, but if you compare sora to Aladdin, or Tarzan, Aladdin being likely about 16, tarzan perhaps 17, or, the general height of any character in the game, you will see what i mean. Case and point, the quintessential confirmed 10 year old, peter pan, the boy who will NEVER grow up, is, if anything, BIGGER then sora, i know that generally speaking you guys dont agree with me on Soras age, but to me it just doesnt make sense that hes anything over, say, 12...
by the by, does the dsi pack an mp3 player?
"I wish I could stay and help, but I have to practice throwing the bouquet. You know, I've found that if you tie it to a boomerang, you get to keep it."
-Buzz, Out of This World
-Buzz, Out of This World
Yessss...you will do...the mad doctor...and i shall name thee Midboss...well, actually his name is Doctor Idu Yeda Hatu...which in my mind translates to "he who sins without regret or hesitation in pursuit of knowledge"
got it written up, going to sleep on it and give it a reread in the morning to see how i like this chapter, then will post, be prepaaaaaaaared (yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared)
got it written up, going to sleep on it and give it a reread in the morning to see how i like this chapter, then will post, be prepaaaaaaaared (yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared)
okay, im ticked. WORK brain, WORK! i cant progress my story line any untill i figure out the direction i want this to go...........hmmmmmmmm
i really need to play once more through all four of the current games (well, the ds one i just need to play period) i need to confirm what was actual physics of the universe and what is just that i walked away from it with
i really need to play once more through all four of the current games (well, the ds one i just need to play period) i need to confirm what was actual physics of the universe and what is just that i walked away from it with
Just listened to someone fuss about getting pwned by a fraud on ebay and having to get through to paypal about it
someone explain to me why this cant work.
You buy, the money is debited from your account, and placed in a holding account, paypal makes a special ebay deal with fedex ups, person comes in with a paypal issued number, when the ups fedex guy puts it in he gets confirmation of what the item is supposed to be and the status it is suppose to ship in (such as, a laptop, you have to plug it in and boot it to show it actually works if it is stipulated to do so) and then, upon completion of processing the money transfer is moved from limbo, and into the sender's account
well?
someone explain to me why this cant work.
You buy, the money is debited from your account, and placed in a holding account, paypal makes a special ebay deal with fedex ups, person comes in with a paypal issued number, when the ups fedex guy puts it in he gets confirmation of what the item is supposed to be and the status it is suppose to ship in (such as, a laptop, you have to plug it in and boot it to show it actually works if it is stipulated to do so) and then, upon completion of processing the money transfer is moved from limbo, and into the sender's account
well?
