fierynotes: Picture of Destruction, from the Sandman series, reading a book and slinging a guitar. (Default)
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This post also includes every tag I have -- this is because my current LJ style doesn't include a tag index. (At least half of my participation on LJ is on my phone. I chose this style because, as bare-bones as it is, it loads quickly and it's still readable on a small screen.)

I'd tell you more about myself, but that's what my profile -- and the rest of my LJ -- is for.
fierynotes: Picture of Daimon, from Marvel comics, without a shirt.  'Look at me, I have muscles!' (flirty)
A couple of days ago, I played a fun and hilarious game called Deadwood Studios with friends. It's a game in which all the players are actors doing terrible Westerns with even more terrible lines.

Maybe this says awful things about me, or the company I keep, but we all had the idea of adapting this concept for other genres at pretty much the exact same moment.

Samples of new concept cards under the cut. The mechanics will make more sense if you're familiar with the original game, but the concept will still be obvious. )
fierynotes: Picture of Daimon, from Marvel comics, without a shirt.  'Look at me, I have muscles!' (flirty)
A lot of medical videos, to be exact. Some of the videos I've been watching, like lectures on Arterial Blood Gas collection, are really of interest only to vampires. Some of the videos I've been watching, like cyst and zit lancings, are just amusingly gross.

And one video (NSFW, contains beef and sausage) is ostensibly on choking and what to do about it, but one of the lecturers decided that if she was going to demonstrate things like the Heimlich maneuver on a live model, she was going to get one who looks good naked. It's a completely gratuitous display of nudity that no one can complain about because it's a medical lecture... and because my f-list is heavy on the ladies (and a few men who'll also appreciate it), I'm sharing it.

(I tried wiling away my lunch hour with the video game Candy Crush, but got sick of it in short order. As pretty as it was, it was murder on my phone's battery, it nagged me for money too often, it nagged me to join FaceBook too often, and after a while, it decided that I could only play once every twenty minutes unless I wanted to pony up money for it... at which point, I decided I'd rather go on YouTube. Or hell, read a book.)
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"Did you know that scatomancy is an obscure form of divination from the seventeenth century, in which the practitioner would give a questioner purgative drugs and then direct them to defecate on a large marble table, and then, just as a tasseomancer would with tea leaves, the scatomancer would divine the future from the patterns of fecal matter deposited on the marble?

"Of course you didn't. Because it's a lie."
fierynotes: Picture of Gilgamesh Wulfenbach, from Girl Genius.  He looks tired. (tired)
I'm scared as hell right now. In case you haven't noticed, Mittens thinks I'm less than fully human because I'm a dude who fucks other dudes occasionally. He thinks that women are worth less than any fetus that happens to reside in them, even if the fetus is there because of a rapist, even if the fetus might kill them. He's a pathological liar, his running mate's a Randian sociopath, he's clearly in this for himself and the super-rich... and he might win. I know Nate Silver thinks he probably won't, but I'm still scared.

I've done all I can to keep him out -- my vote went out early. So, internet... care to distract me from the polls so that I don't go crazy from the suspense?

Ooooh, what's #RomneyDeathRally? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!

I would be playing Super House of Dead Ninjas, but I'm gotten good enough at it that it's gotten boring. I've collected all the achievements, killed all the big-bads, and gone down at least three thousand floors past the basement, and in doing so, gave up too much free time. This is why I don't own a game console, folks...

I discovered a yaoi superhero comic a while back. So far, a silver fox of a supervillain is trying, with some success after a very rocky start, to get a closeted young superhero on a date. The plot is good, the characters are well-fleshed-out, I have no idea what direction the plot will take next and I really want to find out... and I'm a bad yaoi fan: I'm perving over the Platinum Priestess. "Guess what, you are a G-Milf. That is a grandmother that I would like to f♩♫♫♩♫♫"

How is it that I've only recently discovered Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends? (Lots of episodes of this show are on YouTube, but many of them are mirror-imaged, presumably to keep certain computer programs from recognizing them as copyrighted material and reporting them.) It's just as much fun as My Little Pony, and if you're a guy, you don't have to be secure in your masculinity to enjoy it!

And now, some jobhunting. Because whoever wins the election, some facts remain constant -- like my need to escape retail.
fierynotes: Picture of Hotstreak, from the cartoon Static Shock.  He looks annoyed. (annoyed)
Dear guys who play video games,

Do you bristle against the reputation you have as sexually obsessed losers? Do you resent the constant implications that you'd spend all day in your basement playing games and jerking off if the real world would let you? Do you happen to be one of those people who talks until you're blue in the face about how it's just a few bad eggs giving you all a bad name?

Well, you still have a lot of work to do. A bit more lately, matter of fact.

[ profile] fierynotes
fierynotes: Picture of Tarvek, from Girl Genius, facepalming. (facepalm) Darth RuPaul.

Oddly, this badly-spliced (but still kinda awesome) image was created by some Right-Wing Family Values idiots, who are pissed off that some Star Wars MMO doesn't pretend that LGBT people don't exist. You can find the whole story here.

A dilemma!

Jan. 8th, 2012 02:58 pm
fierynotes: Picture of Hotstreak, from the cartoon Static Shock.  He looks annoyed. (annoyed)
The Steelers and the Broncos are both in one stadium, and both of their quarterbacks are on my "roots against" list. Can I just nuke the stadium from orbit?
fierynotes: Picture of Hotstreak, from the cartoon Static Shock.  He looks annoyed. (annoyed)
Some people think I don't care about football. That's simply not true. When certain teams play, I'll shout as loud as any other fan if they're doing well. With this in mind, here are a few of the teams I root for.

Whichever team is playing against Penn State. "Wah, we love our coach, we can't stand that you're persecuting him, we're going to protest and knock over a news van." I kinda want to put a ribbon under the blue shield with the lion on it, and the ribbon can have a latin motto in fancy-shmancy script: fiat justitia ruat ludus.¹ Well, no, that can't be their motto, yet... but it really fucking needs to be.

Whichever team is playing against the fucking Raiders. The fucking Raiders are kinda local to me. Every time I'm at work and the fucking Raiders play at home, I go home on the train later that day and suddenly I'm surrounded by drunk and belligerent silver-and-blackholes. Most teams encourage their fans to be rowdy. The fucking Raiders encourage their fans to be thugs. (I'm told the Jets are similarly awful, but they aren't local to me so I can't really address this.)

Whichever team is playing against Michael Vick. I am all for giving someone a chance to earn redemption, even if the crimes they've committed are really awful (and crimes don't get much more awful than the shit he's done), but honestly, he hasn't earned redemption so much as he's had redemption handed to him on a silver platter. I know people who've redeemed themselves after a fall -- they had to work for it. He hasn't. Not nearly hard enough.

Whichever team is playing against Ben Roethlisberger. It's possible, in theory, to be falsely accused of sexual assault... once. The odds don't exactly favor it, though, since contrary to popular belief, there isn't an epidemic of women who throw rape allegations around frivolously. When it happens to you twice, the odds probably aren't worth discussing.

Whichever team is playing against Tim Tebow. What can I say? I'm a lefty, and he's a forced-birther and an evangelical Christian. I'm all for Christians living by their own values, but when they start judging my values -- and yes, even a godless heathen like myself has values! -- I become annoyed.

Whichever team is playing with Scott Fujita. What can I say? I'm a lefty, and he's vocally pro-choice, pro-gay rights, and pro-environment.

whichever team is playing with Clay Matthews. What can I say? I'm a long-haired guy who started out skinny and worked my ass off to put on weight. So is he... though admittedly for a very different value of "skinny." I just hope he doesn't turn out to be a total vick later.

    1. "Let there be justice even if the school falls." The original quote is fiat justicia ruat caelum, which is "let there be justice even if the sky falls."

fierynotes: Picture of Destruction, from the Sandman series, reading a book and slinging a guitar. (Default)
(Yes, I'm a huge nerd. If you don't play Robo Rally, you may as well skip this post.)

This is a link to a Robo Rally board I just created, that I want to try out. The board follows all of the normal rules, and would in fact be a quite easy board except for a few new rules:

One: One crate (represented by a one-inch wooden cube) goes into each square with a tiny black square. Crates may be pushed by robots (at -1 move), may be treated as floor if a robot can get on top of them (see below), and are moved by other board elements just as robots are. Within a dozen phases or so, there will no doubt be several crates going in lazy circles around the conveyor belts, with robots desperately trying to chase them off.

Two: One ramp (represented by a one-inch wooden cube cut in half) goes into each square with a tiny black trapezoid. Ramps may be pushed from three sides, or used from the fourth side to go up one level. Notice that there's a space between the ramp and the upper level -- the robots will have to put a crate in between the ramp and the upper level before they can use the ramp. And no, robots aren't strong enough to push a crate up a ramp and let it fall into the space between.

Depending on how this one goes, I might try more ambitious (and dangerous) boards, possibly with rules about how if a crate suffers four points of damage in one phase, it gets detroyed and turns into a powerup for the first robot who can claim it.
fierynotes: Picture of Destruction, from the Sandman series, reading a book and slinging a guitar. (creative)
Tea Party Zombies Must Die!

Look (and shoot) in amazement as the people who are destroying this country are depicted as zombies! (The Koch brothers being shown as a single zombie with two heads and four arms is a nice touch.)

Oh, and I'm sure I don't have to say this, but this is a game. This game is not a call for lone wolves to go ventilate tea partiers or Faux Noise anchors. For the most part, the Left doesn't do that sort of thing.


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