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College field trips are best field trips. In two days in the mountains, I've:
Pushed a pickup truck up a hill because somebody wasn't paying attention to the fuel gauge
Gone on a non-professor approved moonlit hike on a backwoods trail drunk, stoned, and without a flashlight
Ridden in the back of a pickup truck on a bumpy ass dirt road hollering, fist bumping, and blaring country while the professor followed us in the van shaking his head
Gotten lost multiple times
Followed the professor's van in the pickup truck on the highway, astounded we were going above 80 and he was still leaving us behind
Eaten hella barbecue
Seen a giant ass owl
Climbed theough a dark, damp, bat infested lava tube
Touched F%&+ING SNOW
Gotten into a drunken argument with the German born professor about the relative merits of European and Californian beer.
Cut my hand scrabbling over rough rocks and waved the blood covered appendage about like a trophy (no worries, I don't need stitches and have full use of the hand)
Told and listened to mad drunken tall tales.
Let's talk about work. Chill dude general manager just handed in his resignation because he's tired of working 60 to 80 hours a week just to hear his boss keep demanding he pull some magic bootstraps out of his ass or something. The assistant manager is powertripping mad balls even though the district manager told him flat out he's not going to be the general manager. The district manager hasn't picked a manager yet, but he's making all sorts of noises about discipline and strict standards and whupping us into shape and getting the union under control (as if they ever do anything), so it is going to be somebody uptight as all hell. Union steward is still telling everybody else how to do their jobs while not doing her own, union won't respond to my calls about getting screwed over on mileage from the hours I did in another city, and my department head keeps upbraiding me without giving me a chance you explain myself (in which I'd tell him the general manager gave me my marching orders and I followed them).
I quit. I've got school, and I need to figure out how to jam self directed trigonometry into my schedule while learning how to drive. I'm jumping off this train before the wreck, because I don't have the time, energy, or inclination to pick up the pieces.
*Is operating a cash register alongside head cashier*
*In tourist district of San Francisco on Labor Day, traffic and parking is about as expected*
Tourist: Wow, I got a question. Where do ya'll park when you get to work?
Head cashier: Oh, we don't have cars.
Tourist: *Tentatively* Oh, ya'll just live close by?
Me: Oh, I live across town, I just take the train and the bus.
Head cashier: Yea, that's what I do, too.
I've found that those super annoying packs of wolves that like to attack you will run away yelping in terror and not come back if a tamed bear roars at them. It's immensely satisfying.
Also, sabertooths are so damn hard to fight. First time I ran into one, I tamed it, and it's been awhile since, so I'm just now realizing that I can't handle these things without a powerful animal companion. Good thing I have two.
Far Cry Primal Time. Need to clear out a whole mess of jaguars from some rocks, but they keep bolting before I can hit them. No problem. I have a sabertooth tamed. Can just have her chase them down and maul them. Working splendidly. Too splendedly, in fact. That rare black jaguar I can't find anywhere and really want to tame for my collection? It was there, and my kitty tore it to pieces before I even gave the attack order.
Crystal Frasier wrote:
Crystal Frasier wrote:
Good to hear. This is the first time in my life I've actually been strong, and it's kind of uplifting after a lifetime of being decidedly unmuscular and needing help all the time.
If I can ask another question, do you know anything about the experiences of transwomen who are particularly overweight? I may be nice and muscular now, but I'm well over 100 pounds above what's healthy for a male-bodied individual of my age and height, and a lot of it is belly fat. My friends think I've lost weight even though I really haven't, which tells me I've been converting some of the belly fat into muscle, but I still have a quite noticeable gut. I love cheese, beer, and fried food, and it shows big time.
Also, nothing more fun than getting brand new eyeglasses that are crystal clear, when before you were accustomed to old, beaten up, permanently dirty transitioning lenses, and walking out of the doctor's office and into San Francisco's LGBT district. I've not been been that dazzled by colors in a long time.
Also, the eyeglasses set me back a good $760. Probably what you get for buying handmade Italian frames in the Castro, at a quite well liked doctor's practice.
Showing a character in a negative light is not the same as perpetuating a negative stereotype.
Well, it's not the individual action that's the problem. It's the trend of the action being taken time and time again, and it isn't really something where you can blame the artists themselves. That's where the numbers game becomes so important. You don't say you can't portray black criminals, you try to portray more black heroes and non-black criminals to buck the trend.
Really, though, numbers are only one facet. If you see lots of transwomen but all they do is entrap men into sex for the audience's amusement, you still have a problem.
I love the moment when you realize two different pieces of worldbuilding lore actually support each other nicely.
On the one hand, my Pathfinder setting bars player characters from using mind control or mind reading effects. In practice,this is because politicking/investigation heavh campaign settings can, in my opinion, be much watered down by such tools. In lore, these tools are barred from players because they are literally torture. People's brains weren't designed to be invaded from without like that, and anything that does so is extremely painful and traumatizing, and liable to result in PTSD symptoms. Since players serve in the government of a democracy that considers such behavior anathema, if they do it, they're liable to be punished. Naturally, the criminals the players hunt may lack such concern for people's mental well-being.
On the other hand, it's been established that alchemists called fleshcrafters can repair that which natural healing cannot. They can create limbs and organs in their laboratories, and use them to replace the diseased, damaged, or missing limbs and organs of their patients. Yet they cannot prevent aging. Why? Perhaps because they don't understand how the brain works, and therefore can't fix brain damage, mental illness, and the like. Also can't fix an aging brain. All your other aging organs may be replaced, and it'll increase your lifespan, but you'll still die of old age as your brain becomes less and less functional, even if it takes a century and a half. You may use magic to appear young, but that's a separate issue.
These two actually dovetail nicely, if I purport that the reason why mind effecting spells are torture is directly related to the fact that people don't understand how the brain works and can't fix it. A mage trying to read a mind is brute forcing an organ they know next to nothing about. Of course it's ludicrously painful and traumatic.
baron arem heshvaun wrote:
I understand spending good money on liquor, but that's just patently ridiculous. Not as bad as the 50K bottle of Glenfidditch, though.
It's more that I sell alcohol for a living, so I talk about it a lot, and am expected to know a lot. Knowing the right liquor for the right occasion is serious business, and practice makes one better at preaching. Matching beer, wine, and cider to food is just as big a deal, and I keep a variety on hand for different types of cooking.
I'd rather buy half a dozen liquor bottles, open them all, and have them around for months than buy and drink them one at a time, and it drives my dad nuts.
My father finds it baffling why I have 7 bottles of hard liquor in various states of consumption, two of which are rum and three of which are whiskey. He just doesn't get it.
One needs Irish whiskey for simple, basic whiskey drinking. Nice and earthy, makes a body comfortable.
One needs a special whisky for more "been doing really good lately" drinking. Ideally this would be scotch, but the overpriced French whisky does the job just as well.
One needs bourbon for watching/reading Westerns/other American fiction.
One needs tequila for getting rowdy.
One needs gin for getting a bit rowdy but not as rowdy as tequila.
One needs black rum for dark mixed drinks. Very assertive, makes itself known through cola well.
One needs light rum for lighter mixed drinks or drinking straight. Nice and versatile.
I can't remember the last time I wrote a protagonist nation that wasn't either a republic or a parliamentary democracy with a figurehead monarch. I pretty much always go with universal suffrage, too. Even the dictatorships try to masquerade as democratic governments. My setting has, as a core conflict, the rejection of divine rule and of the abusive behavior of the gods in favor of humanity ruling itself, so democracy is a perfect thematic fit. I embrace 20th century social mores and politics across the board, which drives the fit further. Finally, my setting is meant to be American fantasy as opposed to Medieval European fantasy. All in all, popular rule or the illusion thereof fits my Pathfinder world like a glove.
Also, if I do shift focus to European Fantasy, it's either an analog of 20th century Britain or of Germany, and my Germany analog is very "What if 30s and 40s Germany managed to remain a republic, the Nazi analogs are a tiny number of scattered militia types with no power or support, and the German government was closely allied to Britain and America and will fight alongside them in The Big One". Also 20s Berlin LGBT culture develops into something even greater.
Dammit, man, even I have limits, and you've found one of them. I'm not putting Everclear anywhere near my body.
Fritzy, Flaming Bike Artillery wrote:
COUNTERBATTERY FIRE! NIXON'S BACK, AND THEY CAN'T LICK OUR DICK!
San Francisco congestion was terribad in the subway coming home from work at rush hour, so I went to Gamestop to kill time. They had Far Cry Primal for PC at $29.99, and my newly built desktop should run it at max graphics. Naturally, I purchased the last one, looked at the back of the box, and saw that Ubisoft published it literally two blocks from the store in which I bought it. Talk about buying local.
I'd typically be inclined to argue with you, but I just have too much other stuff to be doing.
This is also why I support switching to a completely automated traffic enforcement system if only to remove this prejudice from enforcement.
Unfortunately, Nobody and I are from California, where ticketing people for moving violations using a camera is illegal, except for red light cameras because for some reason that doesn't count. So, we wouldn't be able to automate the system here.
I like the regional names, especially the British "system". I don't find using colonels as interesting, because it changes too much. Under the regimental system, a unit becomes an institution with its own history seperate of the Army itself. It's colourful, which is ideal for fantasy. Changing the name every new colonel breaks that history somewhat.
Also sets up a difference between the Army and the Marines. A soldier typically identifies with regiment first and foremost, and their performance is a reflection on their regiment more than the Army, with a lot of competition between regiments. Also, regiments are recruited from a specific region or state, not the nation as a whole.
Conversely, Marines are Marines first and foremost (the Corps is colourful enough on its own), and recruits from all over the nation are mixed together. Units are numbered instead of names specifically to avoid strong regimental associations that would vie with loyalty to the Corps itself.
Damned if making my setting's Fantasy Counterpart United States Army use the British Regimental System isn't fun. The 32nd Bay Area Volunteers is way more interesting than the First Infantry Division
Yes, we have a Bay Area, except Perides [Totally Oakland] is much bigger and the state capital. Valetta (San Francisco) extends further down the peninsula and is denser.
My favorite is people blocking the crosswalk with their cars. Happens every time I walk anywhere.
Also, I hate car centric planning. Literally across the street from where I'm working in Alameda is Burger Place I Want. In San Francisco, I could get there in three minutes. Here, it takes ten, because pedestrian crossings are so bloody hard to get to, almost like they were an afterthought.
Oh, wands. I imagine wands are carried alongside revolvers, but why? I don't allow using them to store spells , so what do they do? Maybe they make it easier to cast cones, rays, and "launch something at this specific square" spells, so that they cost one less spell point and increase casting time for metamagic one step less. You could cast these spells without a wand, but why would you? Of course, this really only works in a setting where the great majority of PCs are spellcasters, and those who aren't have some sort of special magical defenses against spells.
That's actually an important thing about my setting right there - it really is a setting about magicians, even with the martial characters. That's why I use Pathfinder - Pathfinder is a system that caters almost totally to magic users, and my setting is specifically about magic users.
I've realized something from playing The Witcher 3 - Geralt is an excellent model of how the Fighter class should look in my modernish guns everywhere setting. My setting focuses on government employed monster and witch hunters, and presumes that the government doesn't really hire people who don't know something about magic and monsters. So the default Fighter doesn't really fit well. What does is a Fighter that focuses on both rigid academic training and rigid martial training, with some limited magic for defense (no, players don't get the Witcher Mind Trick sign). The setting uses alchemical enhancement to replace the magic item economy, so mutagens are already represented outside the class.
What this means is that the Fighter excels at identifying strengths and weaknesses, which makes them particularly good at bypassing DR. This is important, because magic in and of itself will not bypass damage reduction, only very specific materials, damage types, or methods of attack will. Fighters can also identify the habits of most monsters. They also deliver more and harsher critical hits than other classes.
What magic a Fighter has isn't really spellcasting, and it's very defensive. Stuff like the ability to gain saving throws against spells that wouldn't typically allow them, gain temporary DR or elemental resistances, create temporary shields that knock back enemies, and the like. Finally, they can temporarily gain magical senses, have average skill points and high knowledge points (knowledge is so important to PCs in my setting that it has been broken off from skills into a separate progression, so that all PCs have points in multiple knowledges without impeding aquisition of skills), and have 3 good saves because they are in fact trained to resist mental attacks, as well as to both dodge and withstand physical attacks.
Basically, the Fighter's whole schtick is being specifically trained to fight magic, while other full BAB classes are much more trained in using magic offensively.
Back to Alameda this morning, and for two more weeks hereafter. Still work in San Francisco Sunday and Monday. Think I like Alameda. Constant physical labor, but it's not murderously hard or anything, we don't have to follow normal store dress code (cargo shorts make all the difference), we see a lot of new merchandise before anyone else, we get an hour lunch instead of half amd everyone goes together (in a store it's one at a time only, because we typically have four to six people on shift at a time need floor coverage), and there's never any customers. Fake stores are awesome.
Unfortunately, set up job is only four weeks, and I can only do three, because I'm working full time hours to do it, and if I work full time for four weeks straight, the company is legally required to offer me a permanent full time position, which they will not do. Not that I'd take it. Full time is nice for now, but I've been doing 16 units in Spring annd 6 in Summer with my normal 28 hour weeks, and I'm ready for my August summer break soon, and am not working full time in Fall semester.
I got confirmation about what is and isn't secret. I can say what I did, just not what I saw. We have a fake store where corporate builds fixtures to see what they and the buyers like as to shelf layouts and specialized merchandise. The fake store moved locations, so extra labor is needed to rebuild it. However, because it's a test store, there's a lot of merchandise here that hasn't gone to the stores yet, and may or may not do so at all. Many of these objects are kewl, but to speak of them is verboten.
I've ridden that ferry to Oakland a couple times, and I agree with you that it is awesome, but for this journey it is significantly more convenient to use Bart to cross the bay and transfer to AC Transit line 31. It's not even transit time, it's the long headway on the ferry. First one gets me there way too early, next one gets me there late.
I'm currently rolling through downtown Oakland.
Freehold DM wrote:
Rosita, I'm sorry family drama is continuing to ruin your goodntimes. If it helps I am available by pm.
Thanks for the offer, but I think I need to just do stuff so I don't think about this, because I can't fix this. Mom and I have always been very distant with each other, and neither of us is accustomed to being emotionally available with the other. If anyone gets through to her that she needs to do something, it'll be my sister, not me.
And now I've calmed down, and I have no right to be calm, but I just don't have the energy to be pissed off anymore. I should, but I saw this coming from too far away. My stepdad's temper has been getting increasingly worse and he and Mom fight more and more, and he was alwahs the type to want to get physical in disciplining the kids. She'd keep him from doing the worst things, and he'd submit to her will, but the stroke weakened her once legendary formidability a lot more than she admits. Only a matter of time before he started getting physical in dealing with her, too, and know that it's happened I'm just not surprised.
I feel like I should be raging right now, but I just can't. If anything, I'm resigned, because she's not going to call the cops, she's not going to divorce him, and I can't travel from San Francisco to Denver to deal with him right now. My sister was going to (and Grandma freaked out and my sister gave her our guns for the time being to assure her we wouldn't drive out there and do something really f&!+ing stupid), but even she's questioning the wisdom of getting involved.
I'm just kind of sick right now.
I had a good morning. So of course the biggest bombshell of this year long family drama storm hit half an hour ago, and I'm so pissed I can't even sound mad, and half to go to work in ten minutes instead of digesting how big a moral event horizon my stepdad just crossed. It's like every time I enjoy myself, a boot has to drop.
Finally set up my television and Playstations last night, and put together my new chair. Played Witcher 3, which I've had since April but never played (I was working 30 hours a week with a two hour commute and taking 16 units in school. Awesome gaming got backbenched.). I like it. As I sat down to game last night, I broke out the Irish whiskey, and it did my spirits well.
I work evenings, so this morning I had a heaping platter of bacon and eggs and fine black Italian coffee, and played more Wild Hunt, and all was good.