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Patrick Curtin's page
Pathfinder Adventure Path Charter Subscriber; Roleplaying Game, Campaign Setting, Companion, Battles Case Subscriber. Pathfinder Society Member. 9,368 posts (22,030 including aliases). 8 reviews. No lists. No wishlists. 1 Pathfinder Society character. 146 aliases.
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lynora wrote: Orthos wrote:
Incidentally how long does it take to de-dot? Dunno about the rest of you. It's never happened to me. At least, it has temporarily, but they came back on their own later. I still have dots for threads I haven't posted in in a year or more. Yeah I was kinda nonplussed when I saw no dot. Maybe it's not length of time but rather posts since posting? Or maybe I am just hallucinating after the week I just had
I believe that tourist season is upon me.
Redotting? Has it been that long?
Sorry guys, it has been a busy week all about. I am back to my early morning baking schedule, and I am trying to get my garden and flowers into some semblance of decency. I will be updating more soon, I am just trying to wrap my head up in a lot of s@$@e right now
Hey, since today is the first of June, how about we think on our next meeting? I nominate June 16th as the likeliest day this month for me
No worries i am aboutin the same kinda sitch. Too many things, not enough time
Vonnegut was a sarcastic old bastid
Orthos wrote: *headdesk* I think I just need to disable all of this forum except this single thread.
** spoiler omitted **
It's only going to get worse as the Fall approaches. You can see the mighty engines of the two political machines ratcheting up the rhetoric. My advice, just hit the hide button. Do not open the thread, do not bother to read. Just hide, hide, hide. I have gotten to the point where if I see certain posters I know to hide the thread, no matter how innocuous the title.
I find that once the thread is hidden, I no longer think about it. As long as I resist the temptation to peek, I am fine. I have gotten good at no peekies.
Kajehase wrote: The 8th Dwarf wrote: Kajehase wrote: Anyone know a good way way to translate a saying which translates directly as: "One's death, the other's bread?" "One man's trash is another man's treasure." Thanks - although the Swedish proverb I'm looking for an English equivalent of has a meaning that's more about someone gaining by another's calamity. "One man's death, another's bread," perhaps? (Unless someone can think of an actual proverb with the same thought behind it.) Maybe, 'It's an ill wind that blows nobody no good?' or 'One man's misfortune is another's opportunity?'
I believe seeing my wife off for a 15-hour shift on Memorial Day because some broke-dick punk-ass emo-brony fnckstick decides he wants to take several weeks off because his widdle hoof hurts is total and complete bullsh!t.
Karma's coming you sad, lazy, pathetic waste of oxygen, just see if it isn't.
A meetup? Possibly. My travelling to NH would be tough.
Sorry about the delay in posting, this week has been Hell. I'm glad I dont have to feed myself from farming, I'm certain I would starve.
Oh, I did manage to pick up an old copy of On the Road and Slaughterhouse Five mad cheap at a random yardsale. It's been decades since I read either, I totally don't remember anything about them, but I know you had mentioned them recently.
Callous Jack wrote: Patrick Curtin wrote: 80 and fairly humid here tapering off to a nice evening. I am treating myself to a break after redoing another garden bed, this one had to be rebuilt from scratch.
Man a gardeners chore list is never finished
*sigh*
At least I'll have some fresh tomatoes this year Something munched on my vege/herb garden recently. Damn varmints... boo! Rotten varmits. I got some b#&+~ass bunnies lurking about.
80 and fairly humid here tapering off to a nice evening. I am treating myself to a break after redoing another garden bed, this one had to be rebuilt from scratch.
Man a gardeners chore list is never finished
*sigh*
At least I'll have some fresh tomatoes this year
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One garden bed torn down, rototilled, shoveled out, rebuilt, ready for planting!
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And I am gone! *blink*
Huzzah!
Meh. I think mew technologies will bring new ways to interface. The Computer Spex revolution is just around the corner. Who knows what kind of social networking site will be built to capitalize on these technologies: Skinning reality with custom UI's, Tagging sites with information or logs of visiting, etc. etc.
Celestial Healer wrote: [/does not constitute investment advice] Yet surprisingly sound advice none the less ...
I don't know what is the NBT{tm}, but you are right, FB will likely fade like its predecessors. But I think social networking itself is here to stay.
I love a last-minute reprieve on working Memorial Day
Orthos wrote: Okay I recognize Rice, don't know who Hamilton is.
Good news: I have tomorrow off.
Bad news: I work Monday.
Pretty sure the boss wanted to give us a day for the holiday but would rather have us work a full day on Monday than a half-day on Saturday.
>wiki on Laurell K Hamilton. A textbook example of what can happen when an author goes off the rails with her main character.
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THUD
Groan. I hate Memorial Day. The tourists are coming.
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I believe I need a digital augment of my conciousness to handle the PbP, mail, postings and various other concerns of the Internet I seem not to have time for. If Manfred Macx can have one, why not me?
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Mountain Dew is the nectar of the Gods
All other sodas and soda-like concoctions are lame
The Monkey hath spoken
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Ugh. Why must I field emergency questions at 330 am? Srsly? Durn boss screening calls ...
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I love a warm puppy snuggled in my lap when my mood is dark
Positive waves Sharoth
Hopefully your times won't be too interesting E7
I am feeling rather surly for reasons unattached to this site, but it is making me unfit company. I think I will go do some chores
Later all
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I believe that I live in one of the most pestilential s&$~stains of a state within this union. I cannot wait until I put the People's Republic of Bastardchusetts in the rear view
Ranting
*whew*
I believe I feel better now
I believe I had a kickass weekend. And to cap it off there is Game of Thrones to watch. When that is unfortunately done it gets replaced by True Blood. When that is done, Boardwalk Empire. Truly I believe that HBO does some sweet series.
Guy Humual wrote: What happens to Karrin's attacks? The Jester can't stop her from attacking the spell caster. Sorry I didn't get to that. The Giggler is blocking Karrin's way. She can either direct her attack at him or try to bypass him and go for Crookneck. The Giggler will get an aoo
Seph Barer wrote: [QUOTE="Dungeon Monkey
Seph runs over and trys to stanch the wounds. He touches Justin and a secion of skin slides off, revealing a raw red wound. He tries his best to bandage him. He is still breathing, if irregularly. I assume in catboy form[/i]
Yeah does Seph have any idea if the heal check worked tostabalise him or not? he's still breathing, so Seph is doing him some good. He is untrained so he is unsure how well he is stabilized
Well, back to the garden! Gotta love long spring days
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LOL sorry could'nt resist
One thing y'all should remember is to roll Perception frequently. Sigil is a bustling city, there is always a lot going on
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HAPPY SUNDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time to sally forth and smite the wicked forces of chaos threatening my home with unruly vegetative growth. To arms! To arms!
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Time for salad with yesterday's steak bits in it! Blue Cheese FTW!
I kinda imagine Alyda like this but with less of a mohawk and redder hair.
That too
Ah I love the smell of napalmed weeds in the evening. The smell of ... Victory
Dogs exhausted. Now time to do some planting!
Three dog night. Now they are giving me puppy eyes.
Monkey away!
Guh.
Three truckloads of dump loam shoveled. Three truckloads of miscellaneous trash dispensed with. Three dogs now awaiting a time of ball chasing and frisbee tossing.
It's the Rule of Threes! ACCCK!
Oh, and if we are counting plane stops I have been to Sicily and Ireland. Ireland was fun, I got to drink a Guiness in Shannon Airport on St. Patricks Day coming back from that six-month tour in SAudi. Which, by the way, was completely dry (Seems Muslims don't like alcohol. Who knew? =P )
Also, every god is in the setting. You can go visit their realms. Drink mead at the boards of Valhalla. Eat apPle pie at Yondallas massive farm, bargain for spices among the pyramids of Set, anything really

Doodlebug Anklebiter wrote: So,, here's a non sequitir for you, Patrick (or Mad Badger or Spanky):
I wasn't around for 2e, but I, for some reason, associate Sigil with the Forgotten Realms. Is this true? More importantly: what are the gods? FR? Something else?
Planescape was really innovative for its time. It basically posited that there was this fantastic city at the center of the plains that had a million portals to destinations all around the Prime Material and the Elemental and Outer planes
The setting is also the first setting where philosophy and role playing really came to the fore. Demons and Devils weren't just monsters to kill, they became complex adversaries with their own agendas. Angels weren't cardboard good guys, some became right wankers. There were factions in Sigil to explore that basically adhered to the philosophies of the alignments. And in the Outer Planes belief is a powerful tool, and worship is the sustenance of the gods
I think that a lot of FR elements wiggled into the setting DA mainly because at the time that setting was so popular snd huge that parts of it got into almost everything TSR put out
Yeah if I had stayed in with my language qualifier I would have spent an awful lOng time in Iraq and Afthanistan. Fortunately I got out in 2000. I'd rather invadE Europe eventually
Sorry. Getting distracted a bit
Alyda walks quickly farther into the Lower Ward. She looks back to see if the two follow. Then with an artistic whirl of her black woolen cloak, she heads towards the distant brooding complex the Cagers call the Great Foundry
The Great Foundry is home to the Godsmen, a faction dedicated to evolving closer to god hood. They spend a lot of their time forging items for the many armies that buy weaponry for their troops here. Scattered along the boulevard they walk down are specialty shops dedicated to intricate smith work and magical weaponry
As they head further, the fog thickens and assumes a yellowish tint from the smoke belching from a hundred tall smokestacks. Breathing becomes labored, and the stone facings of the buildings acquire a sooty crust.
After a long trek through, they begin to see the Hive along the weird arch effect Sigil has in the distance.
running out of steam, post some more later
Mexico and Canada. That's about it
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