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wikipedia wrote: The Yaohnanen believe that Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburg, the consort to Queen Elizabeth II, is a divine being; the pale-skinned son of a mountain spirit and brother of John Frum. According to ancient tales, the son travelled over the seas to a distant land, married a powerful lady and would in time return. The villagers had observed the respect accorded to Queen Elizabeth II by colonial officials and concluded that her husband, Prince Philip, must be the son from their legends.
Also, good news CH and Aeglos, wife is in for July 3rd evening!!!! I work until 6:30 pm that evening(I will do what I can to switch to 4:30 pm, but I don't think that's going to work, knowing my dumbass of a boss), but I am free the rest of the evening, and the days are going to be even longer than they are now. Maybe we can meet up at about 7:30 pm in Chinatown or someplace like that? There is nothing wrong with the shield, there is something wrong with the current trend in that DPR is the only thing that matters. That's my 2 cp on the matter anyways.
Patrick Curtin
(Pathfinder Adventure Path Charter Subscriber; Roleplaying Game, Campaign Setting, Companion, Battles Case Subscriber)
Shiny wrote: All my friends are getting married and having kids. And where the f*#$ am I? Stinking drunk in my student rent apartment. I remember thinking something similar 20-25 years ago. Now, some of those people are divorced (most twice), on their second or third career, in jail, dead from drunk driving, and typically found drunk every night after work.(Others are happy and loving life.) I've been happily married for 17 years, own my own home, still enjoy my favorite hobbies, and look forward to going to work (maybe not every day, but most days). Life isn't a competition to reach "happy" or some other goal first.
"Ask not the wise man how to live- he cannot tell you.
It's interesting. Here at work, sometimes you good folk come up in conversations. You know, stuff like "well this dude I know from the messageboards I frequent...". And people will aske me "How can you think of people you've never met as friends?" My usual response is a shrug of my shoulders. The way I see it, I'm not really sure I can explain it. It just is. I like you folk, and think of you as friends. 1) Hitler references are getting very tired. To reference anything to Hitler other than WWII is quite tacky and detracts from the horrible things that happened during that War. The lessons of that war should denigrated by comparing them to opposition politicians.
Patrick Curtin
(Pathfinder Adventure Path Charter Subscriber; Roleplaying Game, Campaign Setting, Companion, Battles Case Subscriber)
The 8th Dwarf wrote:
Welcome back T8D! I'm not certain what happened, but I am glad you have decided to come back. Alas, I must now depart from the boards and do my many chores! *blink* Oh yeah! Happy Anniversary Zombeh! Your wife forgot? Oh that's the best present a man could get! That's like a get out of jail free card! =D Well, I have big news. I've been holding off on posting anything because this is my name and all, but I have officially resigned my current position in order to join a new company in two weeks' time. It's been a stressful week and a half, but all in all I am pleased. I like the new position, I think I have more room to move up in the new place, and the dress code is JEANS EVERY DAY (a client's not there, anyway...). A week and a half is a quick job search - though it's been crazy hectic. So I wanted to post a little celebration, and I wanted to wish all my fellow FAWTLIES who are in the job market good luck in finding something fawesome! It's move-out weekend for most of the students here at Syracuse University. And there's nothing like move-out weekend to bring out the worst in spoiled rich a#+$&s. People have been junking and throwing out everything they can so that all of their crap can fit in their cars. It's like the Dust Bowl, only with spoiled rich kids from NYC instead of poor dirt farmers. A few hours ago, I watched a guy dump a large cardboard box full of shoes into a trash compactor. After my shift got out at 1:30 AM, I drove around campus stealing s~#* out of dumpsters, and managed to get a nice desk chair, a full set of sheets (still in their packaging), a cork bulletin board, a bookcase, a full set of pots and pans, and a half-sized refrigerator. These kids don't know how the world works. So new job is going well. I am now in training to be a keyman and engraver. The other day, one of my coworkers was telling me there is a back way out of the office park where I work that cuts through the Pilgrim Psychiatric Center. She said she avoids that route, though, because the abandoned buildings creep her out. Naturally, I had to check it out. I tried to find that route on my lunch break (it's remarkably labyrinthine), and could not believe some of the sights. Much of it was still in use, but the parts that weren't... I didn't have a camera, so here are some pictures I found on the web. I also found this photo essay with a lot of interior pics. I'll admit - it's kind of awesome that that is connected to my office park... aeglos wrote:
I was quite premature myself, I e tipped the scales at 2 lbs. 5 oz. I held the record in my hospital for a while, I was on the incubator for a good long time until I literally pulled the plugs out of my arm and bit the nurse, demanding my release. . I will most certainly send positive waves to my brother in early uterine egress!aeglos wrote:
Go Bayern! Knock out those detestable Portuguese (and the quite possibly rather nice Spaniards, Frenchmen, Brazilians, and German) guys. "We had no sex education. We had a lesson on reproduction in the frog - not a very helpful role model - followed by a lesson on periods (when we were 14, so already too late) followed by a lesson on venereal disease. Apparently we were meant to deduce some connection but I certainly never did and was left with a lifelong unease around frogs." -Lynn Barber I thought it would be cool to create a thread where members of the LGBT community who are also gamers could come and share their life stories, experiences as gamers, and struggles (whether in dealing with their sexuality in relation to our society or not). About Me:
I am a Bi-Sexual man in my twenties who has, quite honestly, lived a charmed life compared to the average member of our community. When I came out in my teens I was accepted by both my strongly Christian family and my somewhat ignorant but good natured community. I have never suffered from physical abuse or been assaulted, although I have faced plenty of prejudice and harsh opinions. The most significantly defining moment of my life actually has nothing to do with realizing my own sexuality or dealing with it but is the innocuous event that first set me down the road of realizing the effect I was having on the people around me and believing I had a responsibility to do my best for them The event in question was when I overheard a conversation between my girlfriend and one of my best friends when they didn’t realize I could hear them. She was saying that while she loved me and loved that I was a strong person capable of great kindness and generosity sometimes I committed acts so mean that even she, not a girl known to spare a kind word if doing so would decrease her popularity at all, was taken aback. She said she would just laugh along with the group but that she honestly wondered about me and whether I was just working out some childhood trauma or something. To which my friend replied: “Nope, that’s not what is happening at all, don’t you get it? Don’t you see? He is the eight hundred pound silverback in a jungle full of tiny monkeys. He just does whatever he wants to whoever he wants because who is going to stop him? If there is a bigger dick in this entire world I’ve never met him, let’s just be happy we are his friends, right?” At which point they shared a laugh. OUCH, MY FEELINGS. Many people have mocked me throughout my life, some quite viciously, but it has very rarely hurt me. This did. It split my heart in half like a guillotine through a watermelon. The honest assessment of my friend was said in a tone of gentle teasing but the truth of it cut deep and made me realize something: Even those closest to me were, on some level, AFRAID OF ME AND APPALLED BY MY BEHAVIOR. Suddenly a lifetime of “pranks” and bullying suddenly seemed a lot less satisfying and I, ridiculously enough considering I was in no way being actively ostracized, felt like an outsider. I learned an important truth that day that has seemed to hold true throughout much of human history: That it is only funny until it happens to you. My life since that day has been a study of the intricate social interplays that happen between people and a self journey to discover my place in this world and what, if anything, I can do to make it better. A lot of people have pointed out that this is a weirdly mundane event to have caused a person to do a 180 but to that I reply that I am simply not a person who ever makes the same mistake twice if I can help it. If I am being stupid the most helpful thing you can do is tell me about it and offer me a compelling reason why. I’m one of those rare people who will not only listen but adjust my thinking and behavior in response. My last failed homosexual relationship and what I learned from it.:
So my last boyfriend, whom I loved dearly, lived his life in a way that I can only describe as “being half-way out of the closest.” His current friends and coworkers knew his orientation but his family and the people he grew up with did not(supposedly, after interacting with them for a while I began to suspect it was widely known, just not talked about) It didn’t seem to be that big a deal when we first started dating but as time went on it actually begun to become a serious problem. Before we would visit his family he would get nervous, as he often did, biting his nails and becoming hyper critical of me and the fact that I might expose who he was to his family. “You’re dressed too gay…” He told me once before going to hang out with them. “Huh?” I responded. I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. “What are you talking about?” “You’re shirt is too tight.” He responded. “Can you change it before we leave?” He asked. Ok, I did not that big a deal. As time went on it got worse instead of better though. The most ridiculous fight we had happened like this: Same scenario, we were going to hang out with his parents. He starts biting his nails. “Ok what am I doing wrong?” I ask. “You smell too nice.” He responds. I give him the blankest stare I’ve ever given anyone in my entire life. “Straight guys, they’re dirty, you know? You smell too nice.” He continues. “Actually that is not really true, girls have a lot higher standards now then they did once. Lots of straight guys are clean and good smelling now.” I reply informatively. “Mmmmm, no, I want you to do something about the way you smell before we leave, do something to smell dirty please.” He asked. “Are you being serious right now?” I ask. “Yes.” He replies. So I took the kitchen waste basket and up ended it over my head and then, covered in coffee grounds and banana peels, shouted: “THERE!!!! DO I SMELL ‘STRAIGHT’ ENOUGH TO YOU NOW????” In the end what I realized after many long discussions with him that what the problem really was was not that his family thought there was something wrong with being gay but that he himself, on some level, thought there was something wrong with it. You cannot have a healthy relationship with someone who hates themselves. It is just impossible. That was not what made me leave him in the end though, that occurred when one day he was doing his being critical thing and not even concealing it in a polite tone anymore and I was trying to be reasonable but after one particularly nasty comment had to physically remove myself from the situation when I found myself raising my hand with the desire to smack him across the mouth, which, considering the difference in size and strength between us, would prolly have broken his jaw. If things get to the point where domestic abuse becomes a possibility you need to leave. He had a really hard time with the break up but I needed to do it and we are on good terms now but I will never put myself into a situation like that again. If you can’t love yourself or at least be ok with the person you are it doesn’t matter if someone else loves you, you will never be happy or have a happy relationship. Fun with Gaming:
I was only recently introduced to PnP games but I have to say I am really enjoying them a lot. Maybe it’s just the enthusiasm of being a new gamer but right now I feel like I wouldn’t mind wasting my entire life playing Pathfinder until the end of time. I’m in seven different games right now and will soon likely DM for the first time and am excited about it. Gamers are not people I have traditionally hung out with but I really like them. They are intelligent and imaginative, two qualities I really appreciate and wish I had more of in my life. They sometimes have their own social issues but it often seems to be approached in a funny way. In one of the groups I’m in there are these two really smart guys that have been friends since kids that constantly fight and argue. It is really funny. They are usually pretty good about not derailing the game but sometimes they get stuck on a point and the whole thing breaks down. After it happened at one point one of the girls in the group approached me and said: “I’m not trying to be weird but when they argue doesn’t it seem strangely like a lovers quarrel?” To which I replied: “I wasn’t going to say anything but there does seem to be some sexual tension there, no joke.” We giggled. Last week as they were fighting for some reason they actually turned to me and asked how I think they should resolve their conflicts, to which I replied: “Me? I think you guys should simply square root of four thousand seven hundred and sixty one and get it over with. See? Judging from the looks on your faces you understood that joke, you’re smart guys, you can figure out something.” I really like gamers, high intelligence and explosive tempers all, I look forward to having a lot of fun with you guys in the future. Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
I want to fly like an eagle
Feed the babies
I want to fly like an eagle
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
I want to fly like an eagle
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Had a good day yesterday, mostly lazy. The kidlet enjoyed his easter egg hunt and really got a kick out of the slime and putty stuff. (Yay for dollar store toys...just as much fun to play with, much more budget friendly.) And of course he ate way too much sugar. The only reason he wasn't bouncing off the walls is because we went for a long walk since the weather was so beautiful.
Patrick Curtin
(Pathfinder Adventure Path Charter Subscriber; Roleplaying Game, Campaign Setting, Companion, Battles Case Subscriber)
Good morning fellow FAWTLY Folk. Happy Thursday! This is the start of day 4 without soda. I don't intend to stop drinking it completely, but it's nice to know I can go a few days without and still function normally (albeit with the aid of coffee in the morning). Stayed up later than usual again last night. DAMN YOU HERO LAB!!! shakes fist Still, I completed work on two more NPC villains for my PaizoCon adventure. So now I've got the basic outline done, maps done, some villains done, and have started writing out and developing encounters. I'm so proud of myself, I think I'll reward myself with some beer. Not right now, of course...... aeglos wrote:
Hmm.... that piece of information might come in handy when we decide to take back Rügen. ;)
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