They're late.
Kill one and eat another as an example to the others.
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I think it is moderate. I also found that the more people mocked my accent when I lived elsewhere, the more prounounced I would make it. It's the contrarian in me.I have been asked if I was Australian when I lived in California. I have a relatively thick Boston accent (which I actually think is quite moderate compared to some I have heard.)
This recent commercial is a pretty good rendition of many of my compatriots' accents
I have met Patrick Curtin irl and I didn't even notice an accent. Compared to my co-workers from Southie and Chalestown, he speaks the Queen's English.
When I'm in the north, people think I'm from Georgia. When I'm in the south, people think I'm from Canada. I can't win.
When I'm in the north, people think I'm from Georgia. When I'm in the south, people think I'm from Canada. I can't win.I think it is moderate. I also found that the more people mocked my accent when I lived elsewhere, the more prounounced I would make it. It's the contrarian in me.I have been asked if I was Australian when I lived in California. I have a relatively thick Boston accent (which I actually think is quite moderate compared to some I have heard.)
This recent commercial is a pretty good rendition of many of my compatriots' accents
I have met Patrick Curtin irl and I didn't even notice an accent. Compared to my co-workers from Southie and Chalestown, he speaks the Queen's English.
Lately, I've run into a lot of people from across all races that think if a black man has no discernible accent and is polite to them, then he must be Canadian. Not sure how I feel about that.
George Bernard Shaw said something that was funny about Englishmen despising each other as soon as they opened their mouths, but I don't remember how it went.
So, I did end up wandering the darkened hallways of the hotel while the power was out last night. I had a flashlight, but tried wandering without it on as much as possible. That's how I ended up scaring the crap out of some young people who came around he corner using their cellphones to light their way.
Sometimes, being me is so f~%@ing awesome.
maybe it was the rotten skin and the green glowiing eyes
Was driving behind an SUV. They had one of those Support Our Troops ribbons on one side and a Support Zombies ribbon on the other. FAWESOME!
we went to the easter market at Bad Orb. it was a bit boring.
we had great weather, what we call Emporeres weather: sun, not one cloud (blue sky with little white clouds is Bavarian weather (like their flag) and a nice way to talk about rain is to call it Fritz Walter Weather, after the captain of our 1954 world champion team, he played best in rain, the whole team did, mostly because of an invention of their kitman Addi Dassler: the changeable stud shoe. He later made a buisness based on that
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I worked my first day of actual labor, physical labor that is, in a dog's age. I am worn out.What sort of work? Rest well anyway CJ.
Buddy of mine has some houses he rents. He is in the process of fixing one up. They went to send the living room floor down to put in better carpet, a thoroughly disgusting reason for this that I will not go into. Anyway, seems that there were a lot, and I mean a lot of carpet tacks and staples in the floor. He needed it taken care of quickly so they could sand it down. Seems the first time they tried it ruined the sander and had to be repaired. So I spent 6 hours on my hands and knees pulling out staples from the floor. My hands still ache today.
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Back story points, missed in the movie-
** spoiler omitted **
Wouldn't mind hearing your thoughts if you see it. The book was the 1st one I've read since my recovery.
Never read the books, I didn't even know they existed until the movie was announced and I was like, "WTF is the Hunger games." and People were like,"What rock did you just crawl out from."
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we went to the easter market at Bad Orb. it was a bit boring.
we had great weather, what we call Emporeres weather: sun, not one cloud (blue sky with little white clouds is Bavarian weather (like their flag) and a nice way to talk about rain is to call it Fritz Walter Weather, after the captain of our 1954 world champion team, he played best in rain, the whole team did, mostly because of an invention of their kitman Addi Dassler: the changeable stud shoe. He later made a buisness based on that
Easter Market? Bad Orb?
Easter Market? Bad Orb?we went to the easter market at Bad Orb. it was a bit boring.
we had great weather, what we call Emporeres weather: sun, not one cloud (blue sky with little white clouds is Bavarian weather (like their flag) and a nice way to talk about rain is to call it Fritz Walter Weather, after the captain of our 1954 world champion team, he played best in rain, the whole team did, mostly because of an invention of their kitman Addi Dassler: the changeable stud shoe. He later made a buisness based on that
easter market is like a christmas market with easter bunnies instead of santa claus and colored eggs instead of gingerbread.
Bad is the prrefix for a recognized Spa Town: Bad Orb, Bad Soden, Bad Nauheim, Bad Brueckenau. Sometimes it is Baden: Baden Baden, Wiesbaden......
and first visit to the "Eisdiele" (ice cream palor) of the year.
mmmmmm Spaghetti ice, do you have Spaghetti Ice?
do you have real Italian ice cream in America or only cheap imitations like with your Pizza?
*runs away* ;-)
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Easter Market? Bad Orb?we went to the easter market at Bad Orb. it was a bit boring.
we had great weather, what we call Emporeres weather: sun, not one cloud (blue sky with little white clouds is Bavarian weather (like their flag) and a nice way to talk about rain is to call it Fritz Walter Weather, after the captain of our 1954 world champion team, he played best in rain, the whole team did, mostly because of an invention of their kitman Addi Dassler: the changeable stud shoe. He later made a buisness based on thateaster market is like a christmas market with easter bunnies instead of santa claus and colored eggs instead of gingerbread.
Bad is the prrefix for a recognized Spa Town: Bad Orb, Bad Soden, Bad Nauheim, Bad Brueckenau. Sometimes it is Baden: Baden Baden, Wiesbaden......
I added what you told me with a quick glance on the net. I was unaware such things as spa towns existed. Nor Easter or Christmas markets.
We have a River fest here in the summer. I wonder if it is not similar.
Bad Etzimmer?
My players have rebooted their 10th level characters.
The fighter has an 8 Int and Wis aside a 6 Cha. All to get his 28 Dex.
:/
1/2 orc dumb and dumber with 4 int, 4 wis, and 2 cha?
beating him to death with mithral dead chickens and whatever Str that could afford him?...
No he's not.
He's Baldric from Black Adder.
heh heh...
Just bum rush them Leeroy style.
That's not glorious.
One does not just.....run away into Mordor.
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Look at all the stars tonight
Look at all the moonlight
Look at us we're all alone.
Oh and just like a dream
Like some romantic fantasy
Darling come and hold me close.
We could be making love
And with the slightest touch
We could
Set the night to music, we could
Set the night to music, we could
Do what we want to do
It'll only take me and you
To set the night to music.
Well find a rhythm all our own
Melt into it nice and slow
Love ourselves away from here.
Log on to kill this message.
Your heart beating next to mine
Perfect love in perfect time
Watch the world, just disappear.
This moment is our to take
And with the love we make
We could
Set the night to music, we could
Set the night to music, we could
Do what we want to do
It'll only take me and you
To set the night to music.
This moment is ours to take
And with the love we make
And with the slightest touch
We could
Set the night to music, we could
Set the night to music, we could
Do what we want to do
It'll only take me and you
To set the night to music.
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do you have real Italian ice cream in America or only cheap imitations like with your Pizza?
*runs away* ;-)
No, we do not on both counts.
(From someone who knows the difference...)
(Although New York pizza and American ice cream are both delicious. They're just different from the Italian varieties. Apples/oranges comparison.)
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So a kind of odd coincidence last night.
I was catching up on some tv shows and movies that I had recorded over the past couple of weeks, and as is often my habit I was sort of half paying attention to the tv and half reading (in this case my copy of Pathfinder Bestiary 3).
I had finished watching an ep of Doctor Who and decided that I’d watch Death Note next. I was vaguely familiar with the story (an ex girlfriend of mine was a big fan of the manga, but she only had copies in Japanese, so I’d never read it) but not in detail and hadn’t seen the movie.
Since the movie was subtitled I found I couldn’t follow it whilst reading, so I put my book aside, left open on the couch beside me.
Not far into the movie, the protagonist meets Ryuuk, the creature that left him the Death Note. It is a tall, emaciated, pale demonic type creature, dressed in black with thin, almost skeletal wings. As soon as I saw it I thought ‘that looks familiar’; I glanced over at my copy of Bestiary 3 open on the couch and it was open to the page with the shinigami, which a little research revealed is what Ryuuk is.
Funny huh?
mwahahahahaaaaa!
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It was probably watching Death Note and / or reading the Bestiary before bed which inspired my fantasy / gamer themed dreams last night too.
One dream I was on a road trip at night with a couple of other people, we were dogged (ha!) the whole way by a pack of werewolves.
The other, I was at some sort of fair, along with some companions. We seemed to be an adventuring group of some type – there was the big, muscle bound guy (fighter), the slim, quick girl (rogue), the quick talker who looked like Faceman from the A Team (bard I guess, or another rogue) and me (not sure what role I was supposed to fill).
There was this sort of ‘death trap’ dungeon type place that lots of people had explored but no one had ‘completed’, we had for some reason been dragooned into going in there. We didn’t want to but for some reason we had to.
We were on our way to see our ‘employer’ (I guess), he was supposed to be some sort of general and looked like a Boston Legal era William Shatner. On our way through the fair someone knifed our fighter in the back and he died. We complained to the general that we couldn’t complete the dungeon without him, but he said we had to. Faceman stole his hat, so the general had us detained for a couple of ours. I said that in doing so our chances of completing the dungeon were diminished, but he said that wasn’t his problem.
Eventually he let us out, and we headed over to the dungeon entrance, a door in the side of what looked like a large warehouse. Outside was a wall with a whole lot of hooks with equipment and weapons hanging from them – apparently you could only take equipment from the wall inside with you, but we had got there late and all the good equipment was gone. I chose the best remaing weapon I could find, a rusty length of pipe, and a tattered old rolled up sleeping bag, my two companions chose similarly crappy stuff.
We went through the doors into some sort of ‘staging room’ – a big, white walled room with a large table in the middle and another door at the other side. It seemed that other people who tried the dungeon but couldn’t complete it came back through here, and there were a number of bedraggled and shell shocked looking people wandering about. We questioned them about what to expect, everyone we spoke to seemed somewhat vague and traumatised. People had ‘lost’ friends (not sure if dead or literally lost), and one girl talked about strange colours, floating eyes and wasp-snakes.
The girl I was talking to wandered off, but she left a very cool looking scimitar on the table. I put down my rusty pipe and sleeping bag and picked up the scimitar, only I found that the hilt / hand grip was slightly too small for me, I couldn’t hold it comfortably. I looked about for my pipe, but it was gone, so I stuck with the scimitar.
I noticed that my two companions were heading through the door on the other side of the room and hurried after them. Through the door was another big room, with three strangely angled mirrored walls and one wall that was like a big curtain made of shimmering multi-coloured light. With the lights and the mirrors it was really disorienting, and I couldn’t find my friends, though there were several other people in the room looking like they were psyching themselves up to jump through the wall of light.
I jumped through, and that’s when I woke up.