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Job hunting is the crappiest job in the world. I hope you find something great soon! 
Good morning all - I am off to work, in my role as a minion for an exceedingly evil financial institution. I wish I had a fun job... all I do is make sure the software works..... We had a fun lunch with Mothman and family on Sunday... Mrs 8D wasn't too happy with her blue cheese and tomato soup it didn't taste as nice as she expected it to. But the roast lamb and veggies as well as Mrs Mothmans chocolate cake more than made up for it. 
A week ago I showed off a proof of concept of a Google Map of the Inner Sea.
Maps of Golarion offers an unofficial interactive Google Map of the Inner Sea, with clickable markers, info windows with a blurb about the location, and additional links to the Pathfinder Wiki or matching products on paizo.com. It currently has about 60 locations defined based on the hardcoded values in the Community Use Inner Sea map. The first data milestone will be to fully mark out all those hardcoded values. After that, I'll be adding any and all other locations that have been mentioned (which will take a loOoOong time), as well as Adventure Path and Module "journeys". There are pie-in-the-sky plans for future functionality like on/off filters and custom user-uploaded locations for your own campaign setting. It also works and was tested on an iPad, for game table use. 
I both approve and envy.This post reminded me of hubby :PSome days I'm just really thankful... like today I'm thankful I don't have overly curious neighbors, and I am also thankful for duct tape turning the words NOOOO!!! NOOO!!! into MMPH!!! MMMMPH!!! since 1943. :PThis was the weirdest post I ever typed and comedic gold!!! But no one appreciates comedy. You wish Moorluck would tie you up as well? 
Aberzombie's Really Grim Fairy Tales The Boy Who Wanted to be Brave Once upon a time, there was boy, the son of a peasant farmer, who wanted nothing more than to be a brave warrior. He knew that if he could be brave and daring, the princess would fall desperately in love with him. One day, he came upon a dusty old bottle in the forest, and when he tried to clean it off, a genie came out and offered him a wish. The boy knew exactly what he wanted, and so said, "Genie, I wish to be a brave knight." "Done!" said the genie. And so it was. Mere days later, the kingdom was attacked by a fierce monster, a terrible beast which instilled fear in all the warriors of the land - all except the boy turned brave knight. With his great courage, he challenged the evil beast. Unfortunately, being a brave knight doesn't exactly make one a very combat-capable knight. The monster easily defeated and devoured the boy-knight, then he moved on to the castle, killing and eating the king, the princess, and a score of other people. The end.
Aberzombie's Really Grim Fairy Tales True Love Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, young noblewoman who was in love with the captain of the guard of her father's manor. Her, mother, very image-concious, forbade the young girl from engaging in a relationship with her love, since he was "not of the proper station". The young lady and her lover both pleaded with her mother to change her mind, claiming that what they had together was true love, and that nothing could stop it or destroy it. Finally, after months of badgering from the pair, the mother relented to their relationship, but on one condition: they must live together for one month, locked away in a tower, with no other contact. The happy couple agreed. After one week, they hated each other and never wanted to see each other again. In despair, the Captain quit his position and joined the army. Shortly thereafter, he died fighting ogres. The young noblewoman went on to marry the prince, who then became king. Years later, they were overthrown and executed. The mother lived to a ripe old age, and died peacefully in her bed. 
Congrats Mike! Well deserved! Now get to work!! You are behind schedule already!! :) -Lisa 
I was an awakened winged deinonychus named TORAG! (exclamation point included). We also had Patrick playing a dwarf centaur something... the so-called dwarftaur. I now feel that I have a deeper understanding of why Torag is one of the deities that's had to wait for the 10th AP to be given the full treatment - James has been trying to come up with a way to retcon him into a dinosaur! 
next friday ( first day of the 4 day easter natonal holiday) Sabine moves in with me. She is here mlost of the time anyway, but still, it's a bit scary and exicting and great at the same time
Mothman, I'd share a remove disease, but I used up all my 3rd level spells preparing water walk. It makes me look hella cool when I use that.
If a tree falls in the forest, and no-one is around to make a Perception Check, does it make a sound? The rules are unclear on this. The rules are clear... everyone in the world makes a perception check but takes the appropriate penalties for distance.
I was hoping for good news, and I got it. My job agreed to transfer me back East! 
Snorter
(Pathfinder Adventure Path Charter Subscriber; Roleplaying Game, Campaign Setting, Companion, Modules Subscriber; GameMastery Superscriber)
Look, don't get me wrong: The Velvet Underground are awesome. I lost my virginity to The Velvet Underground (and Simon & Garfunkel). That must have been one crowded room! But not to Mrs Robinson? 
In my opinion, most deities are more concerned with their greater goals rather than every little action a single mortal takes. I'm positive Pharasma can handle the occasional strange bedfellow for her clerics if it serves her interests--though, as in the real world, various members of her church may be far more hard-line about everything. That said, it's the GM's call. If he or she wants to play any of the gods as strict doctrine-oriented folks... well, maybe it's because that particular PC is more important than we realize, in the grand scheme of things, and thus warrants personal attention... (And of course, the reverse is also true--perhaps a PC is so important that a god is willing to bend the rules a little.) 
After trying (and failing) to accurately describe the utterly awesome Kaer Maga to my players, I thought a visual aid was required. So, I busted out some old terrain supplies, brushed off my elementary school craft skills, and constructed a model of the city as a player aid. It went over pretty well, so with that encouragement I thought I'd share it for all! Below a link to how its turned out. 
Nine more pages to go until FAWTL reaches 1000 pages! How's that for WAY TOO LONG! >;) 
Patrick Curtin
(Pathfinder Adventure Path Charter Subscriber; Roleplaying Game, Campaign Setting, Companion, Battles Case Subscriber)
I quickly come to the realization that since it's a simulation exercise where I'm expected to fail, I decide I'm much better off being a wingman to score some strange with blue and green chicks. 
And we have a full page of Wolf posts. A great day in FAWTL history! 
That sucks..... when I read "partner" I thought you said "panther." I was like, "damn, LA is trippy."
Huzzah! The adventure I've been working on for years (and once again am thanks to the eventually to be impending PaizoCon) has cleared another hurdle! I've actually written stats up for an NPC! And not just any NPC, but the BBEG! With luck, I'll get to run it for some of you FAWTLY Folk in person!
Aberzombie's Really Grim Fairy Tales: The Elf Princess and the Dwarf Warrior Once upon a time, a stalwart dwarven warrior named Curmudge was marching through the forest when he came upon an elven maiden beset by goblins. The brave dwarf charged into battle, slaughtering the monsters left and right, until the survivors fled. The elf introduced herself as Princess Farfulu. Curmudge felt a stirring in his heart, and suddenly professed his undying love for the beautiful elf maid. Farfulu reciprocated his feelings, but knew that they must be careful, lest her father find out and bring his wrath down upon her hero. So, for many months, Curmudge and Farfulu met in secret, enjoying many glorious spring days basking in each other's company. Unfortunately, their meetings were not a secret as they thought. Mucknuck the troll had accidently come across them during a rendevous, and grew jealous that his own love for such surpassing beauty was not returned in such a fashion. The seed of anger and rage over his unrequited love continued to grow in Mucknuck's heart, until it one day burst forth in a tidal wave of violence. Ambushing the two lovers, Mucknuck gutted the beautiful princess, all the while screaming, "That's my dwarf, b$#~+! Die! Die!" Enraged at the murder of his beloved, Curmudge grabbed up his trusty ax, dismembered Mucknuck, and burned the pieces. Then, before he could even so much as weep over Farfulu's cold body, the elf king and his warriors came across the scene, saw the dead princess and the blood covered dwarf, and filled Curmudge full of arrows before he could utter one word. Later, the elf king died of a broken heart. The end.
my 2 cents: Spoiler:
I don't know how you come off in person because I don't know you in the meat realm; you just.....when you get your foot in the nebulous door, you gotta work them to convince them you're a "positive team player positivey/optimisty" one of them types of pukes.
Never b~~!+ or complain unless the boss man is b+$!$ing and complaining; then you can do it in sympathy and suck up like "wow. they're so stupid. I'm sorry you're having a Dilbert cartoon day, and that m*~*~%@&*#*~ is making you feel like Dilbert." I feel you're prolly jaded like me, and the smartest person in the room usually unless you're at Paizo or a Nobel Prize winner walks into your section at work to ask about radioactive stuff, and this may be hard for you as well. But it becomes easier with practice. Fake it til you make it. Say stuff like "it's been hard not having gainful employment, but I've taken it as time to really hone my talents and stuff. I'm going to turn this lemon into lemonade, man." And smile a lot. Fake vapidity. They love it, and if you can hide your wits, you might be able to pull one over on them when it really counts. Learn to hide the bile and hatred and loathing like a ninja hides his weaponry. Disguise: optimist, man. Hope that helps! 
If you're not rules savvy, don't use rules. I don't. At least, not many. Actually, I'm pretty rules savvy. I just don't think that rules should get in the way of a good story. :) 
I am tempted to merge all the FAWTL threads into one ginormous threadball of awesomeness.... 
Pounce should really just be natural attacks. I would even go one step further and say natural attacks of Animal creature types only. Any other creature type does not benefit from Pounce at all. The griffon, hydra, shadow demon, and sphinx are now crying. That would certainly solve much debate about this Universal Monster Rule. Why this applies to player characters at all I have no idea. Ferocity, immunity, and low-light vision would like a few words with you. 
BARBARIAN LIKE TO THANK ALL PEOPLE WHO AM MAKE THIS POSSIBLE. AMOUNT PRETTY MUCH ENTIRELY TO BUTTHURT CASTYS WHO AM NOT LIKING RAGELANCEPOUNCE AND PEOPLE WHO AM ALSO TREX. BARBARIAN ONCE RIDE FLYING TREX, BUT FIND NOT AS SUBTLE AS BATTY BAT. BARBARIAN ALSO NOTE MANY PEOPLE EXPECTING SPEECH. BARBARIAN NOT WANT DISAPPOINT, BUT IF BARBARIAN SPEND MORE THAN 50 SECONDS TAKING, MUST RAGELANCEPOUNCE BARBARIAN OUT OF SENSE OF FAIR PLAY. INSTEAD, BARBARIAN INVITE EVERYONE TO PARTY AT BARBARIAN PLACE. AM NULL MAGIC DEMIPLANE NEXT TO BREWERY AND BROTHEL. NOT MISS IT.
Aberzombie's Really Grim Fairy Tales: The Princess, the Prince, and the Curse Once upon a time, a beautiful princess was cursed by an evil witch. The princess fell into a deep sleep and began wasting away. The king's wize men and advisors knew that if the curse was not soon broken, the princess would die. One wise old scholar told the king that only true love's kiss could break the curse. So, the king called upon a valiant and noble prince from a neighboring kingdom, someone whom he knew loved his daughter more than life itself. The prince came. The princess had been laid out on a dais, awaiting her true love's lips. As the prince approached, he tripped on a step, fell flat on his face, and shattered his teeth and jaw. With the kiss unable to be delivered, the princess soon died. Despairing over his clumsy fall, the prince hung himself from a nearby tree. The fathers of both youngsters each blamed the other for what happened. A devastating war tore the kingdom's apart. During the final battle, a dragon swooped down and devoured both armies, then burned each kingdom. The end. 
And in other news... ...I got engaged over the weekend. Shocking, right? This is a strictly Paizo-only announcement for now, since we're not going to tell her family for another few weeks at least, but still...
Its 1:23 am - I just finished cleaning up after an excellent game of Pathfinder... Our wizard gunslinger rogue is suffocating and the rest of us are down to one action per turn due to some horrible spell... Our kick ass killer Paladin has been turned into a peace loving hippy, by the BBEG. We have only dropped one of the monk minions, and the evil cult leading BBEG is at least 4-5 caster levels above us. Things are looking grim... My witch has a teleport spell we could flee but we would loose the Paladin and maybe a retainer. Fight or flight - none of my spells have been successful so far... I buffed the Paladin and he has become a pacifist. The BBEG has a massive will save (I am guessing to counter my sleep hex). Last toss of the dice... before we call it a night, I go with feeble mind not expecting it to work - bam the bad guy fails her save and we sigh with relief. The GM says he assuming that as her int and charisma are now 1 she is going to act off instinct - Her instinct is to return to her true form.... She turns into a fiendish dragon... A wild instinct driven angry fiendish dragon... We call it a night. Time for my witch to move out of breath weapon range.
Deserve to annoyed? Is this another Australian word with a different meaning like "be complimented for being the greatest contributor to civilization?" ;-) This from the people who left the empire, fought an unnecessary war with the english, changed the spelling of words, stopped playing cricket and turned up late to two world wars :-) and supplanted them as the most powerful nation in the world. We pale in comparison at your ability to annoy the English. :-) You are the master and we are but the students. ;-)
Seconded.Holy crap someone mailed me an actual banhammer!!Pics or it didn't happen. I brought it in to work today, slung across my shoulder. Felt good, like a masterwork tool should. It's a tool, you know, not a weapon. You don't just flail about in battle, it's meant to be used carefully, with precision, after much careful consideration.* Pics will have to wait because Sara is sleeping and I depend on her to post pics to the intarwebs. (The only way I know how to put stuff up is to write a bunch of code and put it on paizo.com....) *
Quick update. Charlie's procedure went well. Tubes are in place and we're back home now. Tomorrow he can go back to daycare.
We are not fans of technological restraints like that. Frankly, if you can't keep your yap shut you don't get to work on NDA'd projects. (Also, I am too lazy to bother writing that code.)
So, I was watching Supernatural last night, and some poor dude got killed by a unicorn. As the unicorn turned to move away, it trailed a rainbow behind it. My first thought was, "Holy s+##! It's Sebastian!" 
Are you into Roman history LPM? I read that and immediately thought: Do you like movies about gladiators, LPM? That is all.
Hey, Neil; the first Emperor of the Qin Dynasty called;......he wants to lie two of your posts on their side to keep the Mongols out.
Also, I will repost something I posted in the judges chambers: I have coined a new term for Neil. Clark is a judging machine, but Neil is a judging juggernaut... a judgernaut!
I have considered removing Neil's ability to use the spoiler tag, because I think his walls of text do not deserve to be hidden. Philistines can scroll on by.
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