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Well, I must admit to having read this *entire* thread over the last couple of weeks... quite the little time-capsule experiment going on here, I must say!

When this thread started...

1) Unemployment was 1/2 what it is now...
2) Most were blissfully ignorant that housing was drastically over-valued...
3) Gas was creeping above $2.00/gallon, and we were *PISSED* about it...
4) Our rate of economic *growth* was slowing... oh the tragedy!
5) GM was still making a ... what's that word I'm looking for... starts with a "p"... hang on, I'll find it... (this is personal to me, as I have contracted to them for 10 years now).

And after everything that has happened since January '06 - after living on a shoestring budget while eliminating $60,000 in *bad* debt (yeah, that's right, collections and everything) while avoiding bankruptcy - while trying to prepare for the inevitable job hunt (and although I seem to have survived that, you never know) - after adapting to single parenthood while relocating with a child 4 times just to keep employed - after the kid's mom completely disappeared for this entire time - after working through multiple break-downs on an old car before it finally gave up with 300,000 miles on it *in early October 2008 as the global financial sector suffered a nervous breakdown* (and having to get a car loan on the *day*, October 4th 2008, when the world's finances stood still, with *MY* credit)...

After all of that (as well as the earlier divorce, DUIs, brush with alcoholism, 90 hour work weeks, etc etc etc)... here is my RANT:

Why do I still stress about GAMING?!?!? I find myself fuming for two days after the game. Because of stupid players doing stupid things... here are just a few examples:

1) Sulking in the corner because your character can't hit the BBEG unless he rolls a 16. For crying out loud, dude - you're 40! We have hundreds and hundreds, if not thousands, of pages of gaming material - you can't find *something* in there *somewhere* to do? DO something, man! ANYTHING! Anyone can recognize that actions are king in this game - DON"T GIVE UP YOUR ACTIONS! Oh, and you're playing a cleric. Just a minor nudge... you're playing a cleric.

2) To our "optimizer"... you optimize, min-max, scour prestige classes for synergies, turn over every rock, look in every nook and cranny - and you come to the table with a specially prepared Undead Hunter (full BAB, rogue sneak attack:undead only, paladin spell list, ranger fighting styles and favored enemy:undead) base class painstakingly prepared by your DM (who wasn't me in this case) and you jump into Suel Arcanamach! So you have this class that essentially makes you an Undead killing machine, and your idea of "optimized" is to stop advancing sneak attack and slow down your BAB progression - oh, wait, you multi over to Abjurant Champion - OK, we can work with that, I suppose... then you start complaining about your spells - that abjuration, transmutation, divination, and illusion aren't doing it for you, that you can't hit anything (this is important for later, and there's more to it than being a TWF melee character watered down with a 3/4 BAB class)... fine, I'll humor you. "What spells do you have?" I ask. Some list of nonsense, he answers. "You're short a second level spell", I comment. "Oh, yeah, I couldn't find anything", he answers. DEEP BREATHS... very calmly, open the Spell Compendium. Turn it to the spells beginning with "W". Narrowed down to the "WR" list - calmly point to "Wraithstrike" and suggest that perhaps, just maybe, he might want to take *that* spell - not that I want to run his character for him (he's quite sensitive about that).
So with all the rocks you turned over - all your cranny searching - all your mad synergy skillz - you somehow missed the most perfectly abusable spell for your character?
Jeez - how can you... I mean, who in their right mind... er, ARRRRGH!!! Why wouldn't anyone who is building a gish for a campaign that still allows Wraithstrike *NOT* have that spell as their great big neon light spell?!?!?

3) To the dude playing a Psion - quit begging for phat loot. You don't need any. You've twinked your character. Loot will pale in comparison next to your seemingly infinite PSPs that you use to charge seemingly 5 actions per round. Stop complaining. Stop developing bizarre, convoluted schemes to "more fairly divide the treasure". We assign items based on who gains the most benefit from using the item. In other words - when we're in combat, you shouldn't be using some stupid item. Your standard actions should be used to BLOW STUFF UP! And your Move actions. And your Swift Actions. Not your immediate actions, though - use those to gain more actions. That, after all, is what YOU built YOUR character to do. Let the gish engage in melee (which is especially effective after introducing wraithstrike), let the BFC wizard keep the baddies off you, let the cleric (after he's done pouting in the corner) bolster your defenses and deal with any damage that may get through to you. Your job is to blow stuff up. So do it. Any item you take - any wealth you manipulate from us - will just be a useless trinket hanging from your belt while you blow stuff up. You're quite good at it.

4) To the immature Trust Fund kid - pay attention. Read the rules. You're playing a full-caster wizard - you *need* to know the spells. You took Mage of the Arcane Order. That means you have the ability to make sorcerers cry. *IF* you know the spells. There's a LOT more to the spell list than lightning bolt - and I don't mean fireball too! You can't always buy your answers - sometimes you have to do your own research.
Note: Your character was awesome. The way you played it was embarassing.

5) To another dude - you're a nice enough guy, involved in the game, playing effective and not annoying characters, and volunteer to fill whatever niche is needed. But for the life of me, I can't remember your name. Oh, yeah, that's right... Because you hardly ever show up!

6) To the last player - me. You're awesome. Just keep doing what your doing.

Oh, and to the DM. Good work, putting up with these misfits. I don't know how you run any sort of coherent campaign with these clowns. But please, remind me again how you ended up talking me into running for these guys so you could take a break?

HAH! To the Message Eater - I defeat you! Ctrl-C is a wonderful thing!

Liberty's Edge

The price of cigarettes in New York has always been high, but in recent months, the state-mandated base price AND tax have absolutely skyrocketed. A pack of Marlboro cigarettes now costs $8.75 plus New York's 13% tax on tobacco, making the final price $9.43. So-called "higher-end" brands, such as Newport, Kent, or Parliament now cost over ten dollars per pack, making each cigarette cost about $0.51 - .53. The reason given by the state of New York as to why the price of cigarettes (but not chewing tobacco or cigars) is so high is that they want to force smokers to quit. The real reason, though, is that they need money, and lots of it.

How do I know this? Because smoking is an addiction. If you charge ten dollars for a pack of smokes, people will still buy them, no matter how dirt-poor they are. I've seen people try to pay for cigarettes with food stamps (which is illegal) simply out of desperation. Raising the price of cigarettes isn't going to make smokers quit smoking, it's going to make them broke. Really, New York? Do you want MORE of your citizens on welfare when you already have your hands full as it is? Raising taxes on tobacco isn't going to solve your budgetary or welfare problems, it's just going to create a bunch of broke nicotine addicts. Need I repeat myself?

To sum up: cut the s++%, New York. Raking in money from a captive audience of addicts is both immoral and unethical, and lying about your reasons isn't going to make it any nicer. I've never smoked a cigarette in my life, but watching my friends and co-workers piss away their life savings on an addiction YOU made worse isn't something I would wish on anyone. F~$& you, New York.


Starting at first level doesn't restrict you to playing a washup or a "noob", man. Level is intangible. Stop making boring characters and stop sucking me into this argument every week 'cause I'd really like to PLAY in a paizo module too. :)

And seriously how does Legacy of Fire not sound interesting? Sheesh. :P

Liberty's Edge

Some of the people who come into my work have the most outrageous Southern accents I've ever heard. I've lived in the South, and the vast majority of people there seemed not to have much of an accent at all, and were quite understandable. This leads me to conclude that the Southerners who venture north either A) consist entirely of the ones with ridiculous accents, or B) have decided to put on a new accent for the trip, just to try it out. Here's a sample conversation that happened just today:

Southern man: "Yog ha na muh ass gumma cul'ver dere?"
Me: "Could you run that by me again?"
Southern man: "Yog nammuh ASS? ASS!?"
Me: "Oh, ICE, yeah, we got that out in the cooler. It's unlocked."
Southern man: "Sa wuhuh owwa na ass cuh fuh?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Southern man: "Nah fuh! Hummus over g'yah?"
Me: "Dollar thirty-nine a bag, sir."
Southern man: "Jah guh fuh nah? Ass?"
Me: "Yeah, right outside. Have a nice day."

Or something like that. Granted, his license plate said Alabama, but still, without my extensive "out-of-state customer training," I would not have been able to understand him. At least make a concerted effort to make yourself understandable to the locals. I did when I was in the South, and, aside from being asked if I was Canadian (or Irish, or Australian) on a near-daily basis, I got along fine. Why can't Captain Bass Boat Trailer from Alabama do the same?


The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:

Southern man: "Yog ha na muh ass gumma cul'ver dere?"
Me: "Could you run that by me again?"
Southern man: "Yog nammuh ASS? ASS!?"
Me: "Oh, ICE, yeah, we got that out in the cooler. It's unlocked."
Southern man: "Sa wuhuh owwa na ass cuh fuh?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Southern man: "Nah fuh! Hummus over g'yah?"
Me: "Dollar thirty-nine a bag, sir."
Southern man: "Jah guh fuh nah? Ass?"
Me: "Yeah, right outside. Have a nice day."

I tried to decipher it by speaking it aloud. Nope.

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The Jade wrote:
The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:

Southern man: "Yog ha na muh ass gumma cul'ver dere?"
Me: "Could you run that by me again?"
Southern man: "Yog nammuh ASS? ASS!?"
Me: "Oh, ICE, yeah, we got that out in the cooler. It's unlocked."
Southern man: "Sa wuhuh owwa na ass cuh fuh?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Southern man: "Nah fuh! Hummus over g'yah?"
Me: "Dollar thirty-nine a bag, sir."
Southern man: "Jah guh fuh nah? Ass?"
Me: "Yeah, right outside. Have a nice day."

I tried to decipher it by speaking it aloud. Nope.

It was transcribed by myself about five minutes after the guy left, so there may be some discrepancies, but here's the translated version, to the best of my ability:

Southern man: "You got any more(?) ice in that cooler over there?"
Me: "Could you run that by me again?"
Southern man: "YOU got any more ICE? ICE?"
Me: "Oh, ICE, yeah, we got that out in the cooler. It's unlocked."
Southern man: "So what do I owe you for the ice (unintelligible)?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Southern man: "(unintelligible) How much all for(?) that(?)?"
Me: "Dollar thirty-nine a bag, sir."
Southern man: "Do I go out for it now? (Can I go get it?) The ice?"
Me: "Yeah, right outside. Have a nice day."


The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:

Some of the people who come into my work have the most outrageous Southern accents I've ever heard. I've lived in the South, and the vast majority of people there seemed not to have much of an accent at all, and were quite understandable. This leads me to conclude that the Southerners who venture north either A) consist entirely of the ones with ridiculous accents, or B) have decided to put on a new accent for the trip, just to try it out. Here's a sample conversation that happened just today:

Southern man: "Yog ha na muh ass gumma cul'ver dere?"
Me: "Could you run that by me again?"
Southern man: "Yog nammuh ASS? ASS!?"
Me: "Oh, ICE, yeah, we got that out in the cooler. It's unlocked."
Southern man: "Sa wuhuh owwa na ass cuh fuh?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Southern man: "Nah fuh! Hummus over g'yah?"
Me: "Dollar thirty-nine a bag, sir."
Southern man: "Jah guh fuh nah? Ass?"
Me: "Yeah, right outside. Have a nice day."

Or something like that. Granted, his license plate said Alabama, but still, without my extensive "out-of-state customer training," I would not have been able to understand him. At least make a concerted effort to make yourself understandable to the locals. I did when I was in the South, and, aside from being asked if I was Canadian (or Irish, or Australian) on a near-daily basis, I got along fine. Why can't Captain Bass Boat Trailer from Alabama do the same?

I do so love running into accents at the second job. You never know who's from where until you get through your schpeil, and it always sucks to find out that someone can't be surveyed because they live too far away- but the accent always makes up for it.


The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:
The Jade wrote:
The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:

Southern man: "Yog ha na muh ass gumma cul'ver dere?"
Me: "Could you run that by me again?"
Southern man: "Yog nammuh ASS? ASS!?"
Me: "Oh, ICE, yeah, we got that out in the cooler. It's unlocked."
Southern man: "Sa wuhuh owwa na ass cuh fuh?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Southern man: "Nah fuh! Hummus over g'yah?"
Me: "Dollar thirty-nine a bag, sir."
Southern man: "Jah guh fuh nah? Ass?"
Me: "Yeah, right outside. Have a nice day."

I tried to decipher it by speaking it aloud. Nope.

It was transcribed by myself about five minutes after the guy left, so there may be some discrepancies, but here's the translated version, to the best of my ability:

Southern man: "You got any more(?) ice in that cooler over there?"
Me: "Could you run that by me again?"
Southern man: "YOU got any more ICE? ICE?"
Me: "Oh, ICE, yeah, we got that out in the cooler. It's unlocked."
Southern man: "So what do I owe you for the ice (unintelligible)?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Southern man: "(unintelligible) How much all for(?) that(?)?"
Me: "Dollar thirty-nine a bag, sir."
Southern man: "Do I go out for it now? (Can I go get it?) The ice?"
Me: "Yeah, right outside. Have a nice day."

You should be in off dusting for cuneiform and hieroglyphics with that level of talent for unraveling mush mouth.


The Jade wrote:
The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:
The Jade wrote:
The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:

Southern man: "Yog ha na muh ass gumma cul'ver dere?"
Me: "Could you run that by me again?"
Southern man: "Yog nammuh ASS? ASS!?"
Me: "Oh, ICE, yeah, we got that out in the cooler. It's unlocked."
Southern man: "Sa wuhuh owwa na ass cuh fuh?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Southern man: "Nah fuh! Hummus over g'yah?"
Me: "Dollar thirty-nine a bag, sir."
Southern man: "Jah guh fuh nah? Ass?"
Me: "Yeah, right outside. Have a nice day."

I tried to decipher it by speaking it aloud. Nope.

It was transcribed by myself about five minutes after the guy left, so there may be some discrepancies, but here's the translated version, to the best of my ability:

Southern man: "You got any more(?) ice in that cooler over there?"
Me: "Could you run that by me again?"
Southern man: "YOU got any more ICE? ICE?"
Me: "Oh, ICE, yeah, we got that out in the cooler. It's unlocked."
Southern man: "So what do I owe you for the ice (unintelligible)?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Southern man: "(unintelligible) How much all for(?) that(?)?"
Me: "Dollar thirty-nine a bag, sir."
Southern man: "Do I go out for it now? (Can I go get it?) The ice?"
Me: "Yeah, right outside. Have a nice day."

You should be in off dusting for cuneiform and hieroglyphics with that level of talent for unraveling mush mouth.

This is quite funny as I was on a trip from Alabama the other day and when I asked this gentleman: "Dear sir, is there anymore ice in the cooler that sits over there?"

His response was: "Coldya runat bime gain."

All joking aside, I live in Alabama (not native, but been here for 10 years), and you'd be amazed at the number of different accents there are in the south. In New Orleans, where I grew up, you could almost tell where someone lived in the city based on their accent. And my cousins from central Louisiana, they were having a conversation at my brother's wedding a couple of years ago, and there was definitely something about duck-hunting in there, but that's about all I got out of it.

I don't have much of an accent, but my wife does (she is from Alabama). It's amusing when she gets on Ventrillo playing WOW and everyone has to stop for 10 minutes to talk about her accent, and hers isn't even that thick.

Just as long as you remember not to underestimate people because of their southern accent. That'll get you in trouble.


Geeky Frignit wrote:

This is quite funny as I was on a trip from Alabama the other day and when I asked this gentleman: "Dear sir, is there anymore ice in the cooler that sits over there?"

His response was: "Coldya runat bime gain."

All joking aside, I live in Alabama (not native, but been here for 10 years), and you'd be amazed at the number of different accents there are in the south. In New Orleans, where I grew up, you could almost tell where someone lived in the city based on their accent. And my cousins from central Louisiana, they were having a conversation at my brother's wedding a couple of years ago, and there was definitely something about duck-hunting in there, but that's about all I got out of it.

I don't have much of an accent, but my wife does (she is from Alabama). It's amusing when she gets on Ventrillo playing WOW and everyone has to stop for 10 minutes to talk about her accent, and hers isn't even that thick.

Just as long as you remember not to underestimate people because of their southern accent. That'll get you in trouble.

Could you run that by me again. Nice.

I never underestimated Southerners. But South-Southeasterners couldn't count their own mistakes.

I hope everyone runs to the map to figure out what a s-se'er is, because I'm of the opinion that I just made them up.


Will never underestimate Southerners. I will pay a Southern woman with a thick accent to read to me out of the phone book, I love them so much.


I want to beat my boss's head in with a baseball bat. That's all I have to say.


The One Who Makes You Angry wrote:
I want to beat my boss's head in with a baseball bat. That's all I have to say.

+1!!!!!


Freehold DM wrote:
The One Who Makes You Angry wrote:
I want to beat my boss's head in with a baseball bat. That's all I have to say.
+1!!!!!

At the risk of sounding preachy...

Be thankful for what you have. At least you've got paizo.com. This site has been blocked at my place at work for weeks now. And proxy sites are slow, clumsy, full of pop-up ads, work irregularly or not at all, probably attract viruses, and - work of all - don't let me post.

It's a cruel irony. This site got blocked soon after I listed paizo.com in the "Good Things" thread, as something to be thankful for.

And I'm not so sure I got that rant out of my system...

Sczarni

If you're hurt or seriously sick (or if you THINK you're seriously ill), call 911. That's what it's there for.

DON'T, however, yell, scream, swear, or otherwise be nasty to the person on the line. They're doing a hard, mostly thankless, stressful job, with the ultimate goal of getting YOU or YOUR FAMILY help in an emergency.

Use some common sense and decency, people.

Oh yeah, and stop shooting each other over stupid stuff. Like Chris Rock said, "It's not worth killing someone, just because he smudged your Puma!"


psionichamster wrote:
Oh yeah, and stop shooting each other over stupid stuff. Like Chris Rock said, "It's not worth killing someone, just because he smudged your Puma!"

<Red vs Blue>

"What in sam hill is a Puma?!?!"
</Red vs Blue>
Sorry, had to say it. :P


I have upgraded from baseball bat to dirty steel pipe.


Monkey-flunking gamers canceling on me at the last Monday-Friday minute when I'm already packed and ready to roll, leaving me down a third of the freaking gaming group with another third that will, by necessity, be arriving late and leaving early, which cuts the entire gaming session by three freaking hours. So instead of enjoying my Sunday I have to call the others and ruin their day by canceling the session, because I'd like to run the climax of the adventure with all persons present and enough time to get through it. Stupid mudder-flappers. Fudge 'em till they bleed.

Liberty's Edge RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16

"IMPACT" IS NOT A VERB!!!111!!eleventy-one!

Liberty's Edge RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16

Bicyclists annoy the crap out of me. If there's a bike lane, freakin RIDE IN IT and not in the car lane. And if there's a bike lane and you're riding in the car lane, DO NOT look at me like I'M the crazy one when I pass you--IN THE LANE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE IN.

Also make your freakin mind up if you're going to be a vehicle or a pedestrian. If you're going to play by big boy rules and ride on the road and not on the sidewalk, DO NOT pretend to be a pedestrian and jump over to the crosswalk in order to run a red light. Either you're a vehicle, you get road rights, and you have to obey traffic laws like the rest of the vehicles on the road, or you're a pedestrian and you need to stay on the freakin sidewalk.

RPG Superstar 2010 Top 32

Charlie Bell wrote:
"IMPACT" IS NOT A VERB!!!111!!eleventy-one!

Yes it is. "They impacted on the surface." It's listed as verb in the Mirriam-Webster dictionary and everything.


Read the book.

Don't understand the rule, or the terminology? It's right there in the book. Read it. Use the index if you have to!

If, after you've read the book, and you don't understand, I'll be more than happy to help you.

Also, please read more than just the attribute bonuses for your character's race. You miss out on a lot of cool (and sometimes really necessary) abilities when all you look at are "what +'s do I get?"


To random Pathfinder Society player:

1. Please don't butt into conversations to "correct" rules. Especially when you can't help mixing in stuff from the beta!

2. I hate to have to say this, but: Take a bath. Please.

3. Brush your teeth.

Liberty's Edge RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16

A Man In Black wrote:
Charlie Bell wrote:
"IMPACT" IS NOT A VERB!!!111!!eleventy-one!
Yes it is. "They impacted on the surface." It's listed as verb in the Mirriam-Webster dictionary and everything.

OK, smartarse. It isn't a transitive verb. Every time I hear "Our efforts really impacted the community" it sets my teeth on edge.


drkfathr1 wrote:

Read the book.

Don't understand the rule, or the terminology? It's right there in the book. Read it. Use the index if you have to!

If, after you've read the book, and you don't understand, I'll be more than happy to help you.

This! Yes, by all the gods of the pantheon, this!

RPG Superstar 2013 Top 32

Charlie Bell wrote:
A Man In Black wrote:
Charlie Bell wrote:
"IMPACT" IS NOT A VERB!!!111!!eleventy-one!
Yes it is. "They impacted on the surface." It's listed as verb in the Mirriam-Webster dictionary and everything.
OK, smartarse. It isn't a transitive verb. Every time I hear "Our efforts really impacted the community" it sets my teeth on edge.

Setting your teeth on edge can definitely impact your molars.


Shadowborn wrote:
drkfathr1 wrote:

Read the book.

Don't understand the rule, or the terminology? It's right there in the book. Read it. Use the index if you have to!

If, after you've read the book, and you don't understand, I'll be more than happy to help you.

This! Yes, by all the gods of the pantheon, this!

Also, don't come to me if you haven't already used one of these: http://tinyurl.com/d6lkzo.

Just because I work for the phone company doesn't mean my job automatically has to do with your telephone service, internet service, cellular service, etc. I do not work in that part of my company, have no access to those systems, and do not have all the customer service phone numbers memorized.

RPG Superstar 2013 Top 32

/AH-m@j/ or /HAH-m@j/, not /oh-MAZH/.

Liberty's Edge RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16

Christopher Dudley wrote:
Setting your teeth on edge can definitely impact your molars.

...the one correct transitive use of the verb, a technical term in dentistry.

Liberty's Edge RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16

Christopher Dudley wrote:
/AH-m@j/ or /HAH-m@j/, not /oh-MAZH/.

/A-MIN/


Pathfinder Adventure Path Subscriber

I have not participated - running or playing - in a successfully continuous RPG for eight years. Words cannot express my disappointment.

The Exchange

Steps onto soupbox, "Ahem... "
While mild in comparison to above, I remain "irked".
Trying to organize a RPG group at local FLGS, where I am a regular. I approach several people who I know I used to play with and invite/sched a time. Come to find out, someone beat me to the punch, (no biggie-it happens), but the group is full so we are not accepting anymore (again-no big deal, groups fill fast and willing GMs are not always available).

The problem is I thought I was closer and would be included in an invite and/or conversation. So this forces me to rethink.
1) I was not included, cuz while a regular at the FLGS, I am not "Hanging out" there daily.
2) My family comes first, I have outside interests, Life does not revolve around game time. Which it does for these folk.
3) I am one of the oldest gamers there, still married and have kids. I also don't need to laugh at crude jokes or insults. I am not bothered but it just isn't humorous to me anymore. Same applies to cussing. Generation/maturity separates me a bit.
4) A wonderful opportunity to start a new group exists. To build one up with "older" gamers, to curious newbies.

Yet I can't help but return to the thought "I would like to have been considered, even as backup player..."

Thats my rant, thank you for this forum.
...steps down from soapbox...


Pathfinder Adventure Path, Lost Omens, Rulebook Subscriber

So my most important hard disk just went kablooey. It had my entire rpg collection of both bought pdfs and adventure notes and campaign ideas dating back almost 10 years (some of this have backups somewhere. I moved four months ago, but I'm sure I put it somewhere clever I will never remember. Some of it I can download again from DrivethruRPG or here on paizo.com). Also affected were my savegames for Dragon Age and my Nethack highscores.

Now I have to decide between a new hard disk or beer since I can only afford one of the luxuries! :p

Sovereign Court

Pathfinder Adventure Path Subscriber
Charlie Bell wrote:

Bicyclists annoy the crap out of me. If there's a bike lane, freakin RIDE IN IT and not in the car lane. And if there's a bike lane and you're riding in the car lane, DO NOT look at me like I'M the crazy one when I pass you--IN THE LANE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE IN.

Also make your freakin mind up if you're going to be a vehicle or a pedestrian. If you're going to play by big boy rules and ride on the road and not on the sidewalk, DO NOT pretend to be a pedestrian and jump over to the crosswalk in order to run a red light. Either you're a vehicle, you get road rights, and you have to obey traffic laws like the rest of the vehicles on the road, or you're a pedestrian and you need to stay on the freakin sidewalk.

+1!

Lousy bikers...

Liberty's Edge

One of the required classes for art and design students at the College of Visual and Performing Arts is called the Visual Communications Symposium. The sole function of this class is to bring in visiting artists to lecture to the students. In my opinion, it's probably the most important class I'll take during my university career.

Today's visiting artist was the famous graphic designer and illustrator Mirko Ilic. If you don't know who he is, look him up, and prepare to be amazed. This guy is probably the most no-b+*%#@+& person I've ever met; straight and direct, and unafraid to give his unvarnished opinion. His artwork is absolutely f##%ing brilliant, and his advice almost otherworldly in its soundness.

The problem in this lies not with the guest artist or the class itself, but with the students. I was disappointed and filled with resentment at the fact that many students were chatting, sleeping, or talking on the phone throughout the lecture. To his deep credit, Mr. Ilic took time out of his lecture to criticize and ridicule anyone he caught not paying attention, and responded to any eye-rolling with deep-cutting insults.

At the end of the lecture, the attending professor called for the students to ask questions of Mr. Ilic. In a lecture hall of 200 students, I was one of three people to raise their hands. I was floored. Here was one of the greatest graphic artists of ALL TIME, and no one was even bothering to ask questions. Evidently, Mr. Ilic was floored too, because he ripped into the crowd with an anger rarely seen among visiting lecturers. The biggest point he brought up was this:

He had checked the tracking counter on his website the night before, and only seven out of several thousand hits in the previous week had come from Syracuse, NY (granted, I hadn't visited his website either, but that was because I never got the sheet that had all of the guest lecturers listed). This means that of all the people in Syracuse (about 150,000 people), not to mention the 600 or so students in the A&D department, only seven had even bothered to go to his website.

The amount of pure lazy entitlement I see every day as a university student in America is absolutely mind-boggling. These people are supposedly the best and brightest up-and-coming artists of our generation, at one of the most well-recommended universities in the nation. What the f~$* is this? Is this my generation? If it is, I might as well just kill myself and save myself the trouble of having to deal with them for the rest of my natural life.


Shiny. I sincerely feel your pain.

But if that many bratty students are so callously blowing through their parents' hard earned tuition money by texting swarms of emoticons during a lecture, think of how easily you're going to snatch the attention of luminaries/employers/clients from them in the days to come. The more distracted and socially incapable they are, the more a paragon of human achievement you become by comparison.

Liberty's Edge

The Jade wrote:

Shiny. I sincerely feel your pain.

But if that many people are blowing through their parents' hard earned money by texting swarms of emoticons during a lecture and acting 12, think of how easily you're going to snatch the attention of luminaries/employers/clients from them in the days to come. The more distracted and socially incapable they are, the more a paragon of human achievement you become by comparison.

Or, conversely, I could be denied work simply on the basis of my age. People already have pre-conceived notions about who I am and what I'm like simply based on the behavior of my peers.


The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:
The Jade wrote:

Shiny. I sincerely feel your pain.

But if that many people are blowing through their parents' hard earned money by texting swarms of emoticons during a lecture and acting 12, think of how easily you're going to snatch the attention of luminaries/employers/clients from them in the days to come. The more distracted and socially incapable they are, the more a paragon of human achievement you become by comparison.

Or, conversely, I could be denied work simply on the basis of my age. People already have pre-conceived notions about who I am and what I'm like simply based on the behavior of my peers.

Yes, but you'll be the one to, through exposure and example, exceed and thereby correct their bias expectations. They'll remember you for it.

Trust me on this one.

Liberty's Edge RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16

HORDE: a big freakin group
HOARD: a pile of treasure, or the practice of accumulating stuff


Charlie Bell wrote:

HORDE: a big freakin group

HOARD: a pile of treasure, or the practice of accumulating stuff

WHORED: What Charlie Bell did in his early 20's.

Liberty's Edge RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16

The Jade wrote:
Charlie Bell wrote:

HORDE: a big freakin group

HOARD: a pile of treasure, or the practice of accumulating stuff
WHORED: What Charlie Bell did in his early 20's.

::fumbles denial::


Hord:
spelling is this.


This is a rant, but not a flaming rant.

I am pissed with Paizo about what they have done with the barbarian. I can't help but declare that it sucks. Yeah it has more utility, but it is supposed to be good at something more direct in combat. The devs seem to love the fighter so much, giving them all these USEFUL and POWERFUL abilities, while giving the barbarian loads of junk. Anything worth getting takes a lot of junk prerequisites to get first.

To top this off, they turned one of the most unique and useful abilities into a feat that anyone can take now, knock back. WTF are they thinking? Yeah the pounce is nice and all, but can't help but think spring attack is more favored in Pathfinder, which fighters have the feats to use.

Why did they give the THW stuff to the fighter? Why did they give fighters the improved power attack?

I am sorry, I can understand that fighters needed a niche but now they just dominate on average. What I would have done? I would have given the fighter the bonus to hit niche, while the barbarian the damage niche.

The barbarian could have gotten an improved power attack rage power that made them to take a higher minus while power attacking while in rage. The barbarian class is about risks, and going for the chance you happen to hit and deal a lot of damage is very barbarian-like to me. Fighters are the well trained, steady hand, where they are extra sure to get a hit to do some damage rather than the higher probability of non at all.

I really hoped that the APG would have fixed the barbain's niche more in line with what I wanted, but instead they were sat down and told, you can be as good in direct combat in any way to a fighter in hit or damage. Yeah they are tough, but with medium armor minimum, and the minus to AC while raging, the extra HP goes away just as quick, if not quicker than a fighter.

Anyway, I am just sad to see a class I had such good times get downgraded by attrition in this way.


Charlie Bell wrote:

Bicyclists annoy the crap out of me. If there's a bike lane, freakin RIDE IN IT and not in the car lane. And if there's a bike lane and you're riding in the car lane, DO NOT look at me like I'M the crazy one when I pass you--IN THE LANE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE IN.

Also make your freakin mind up if you're going to be a vehicle or a pedestrian. If you're going to play by big boy rules and ride on the road and not on the sidewalk, DO NOT pretend to be a pedestrian and jump over to the crosswalk in order to run a red light. Either you're a vehicle, you get road rights, and you have to obey traffic laws like the rest of the vehicles on the road, or you're a pedestrian and you need to stay on the freakin sidewalk.

As a cyclist, I must ask where you live and what the condition of the road was. There are plenty of times that street sweeping vehicles leave TONS of broken glass and all sorts of other sharp and pointy objects that will shred your inner tube past the point of no return right there in the center of the bike lane and force you into the car lane. Also, since you're in a car, you often don't see the horrible state most bike lanes are in- overrun with trash, potholes and worse. I live in brooklyn, which has a dearth of bike lanes, and I often have to go against the flow of traffic just so I can see what's coming, and moreover, I CAN'T be on the sidewalk- it's an easy ticket for a cop that's having a bad day. Like I said, please tell me where you live- I might be able to give you some insight.


ReckNBall wrote:
2) My family comes first, I have outside interests, Life does not revolve around game time. Which it does for these folk.

I certainly don't know your circumstances but I've been involved in assembling groups before and I have to say that who gets in and who gets first invite basically starts at the most dedicated person and works down from there. This even pre-empts how much I personally like you as a person.

A statement like "My family comes first, I have outside interests, Life does not revolve around game time." would be a huge red flag for me. I expect the people in my group to make showing up on game night a very high priority in their life.

Obviously there are real emergencies and I'll understand the odd missed session because something important came up. But this had best not be a regular thing. If it is and I happen to be forming a new group you can expect that I'll slot you in low on the priority scale - and you've now fallen below a completely untried person I've never even met before...after all they might have a better attendance record.

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I've spent the past week trying to figure out who my academic advisor is. No one has been able to tell me. They're not listed on my student profile, and I've been given the rabbit run as far as contacting various administrators goes.

I NEED to get a hold of them, and fast, because I need to know exactly how many credits I have so I can register for the right courses and possibly graduate early. If I'm lucky, I might be able to get my associate's degree by the end of the semester, so I'd really appreciate the information.

But no. That's not how Syracuse University goes about doing business with their livestock--I mean, students.

Dark Archive

My one year old nephew somehow found a way to make one of my game disks unreadable, but if I complain I become the a-hole. This is not the first time that a family member has done something that has caused something of mine (and not just relatively cheap things like xbox games, I lost abut $1500 in a single day because of the bad decisions of a family member) to be destroyed or stolen, but if I complain I turn into the petty a-hole.

Oh, and apparently I'm not allowed to have a bad day either. Sure, the one person who's day I "ruined" by making a joke about his purchasing decision is allowed to be a f***ing curmudgeon all the damn time and be in a bad mood whenever he has a bad day at work, but I'm not allowed to make a f***ing joke at his expense on a day I can't get any private time and fell down the g@# d$#n stairs before having to rush off to take a history test. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! !
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Ok, I feel a little better now.
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AKA 8one6


Pathfinder Rulebook Subscriber

People who quote the entire first post of a thread when they are the first replier... that makes me go nuts. It's kinda RIGHT THERE! *points up*


Talynonyx wrote:
People who quote the entire first post of a thread when they are the first replier... that makes me go nuts. It's kinda RIGHT THERE! *points up*

Maybe they're afraid of getting ninja'd, and want to make it clear to what message they're replying?


Not so much a rant as a series of rough weeks...

I work in a medium-size theatre on a university campus. Our programming is about 50% of our own series and 50% community events including university lectures, drama productions etc.

Friday October 1st 2010

8 am: Get to work a bit earlier than usual. Big day ahead; world music series season-opener with a band from Portugal. They have their own lighting designer/operator, so I'm not likely to be behind the light-board today. It means however that I'll have to work extra hard to give them what they want, as I know from their technical rider that we don't own half of what they requested. That's cool and they about it since I did all the advance with their manager, but it will mean a lot of on-site adaptation.

On my way in, I notice the river is rather high - it has been raining hard with the remnants of hurricane I-can't-remember-who.

9 am: Ear on radio that local authorities are watching water level closely and put flood areas on high alert. *gasp* the campus (and its theatre) is situated at the junction of two rivers. For sure, water will seep through the basement, which means that I won't be able to disable the sump pump for the show. It will make noise. The sound engineer isn't going to be happy about it...

10 am: Band arrives. We start setting-up. Streets in the lower part of town start to flood. We warn the band that the show may start late as some streets are likely to be closed tonight.

noon: Police close the street linking town with theatre. That ain't good. Still, we proceed with show. Students are going nuts! Those who wade across are wet to their thighs. Shorter ones have water to their waist. I haven't seen that in years!

3 pm: Campus residences are being evacuated. Main entrance of campus is now under water. I call security. They assure me the campus is still open. I start to watch the basement nervously. Still dry.

3h30 pm: We receive the evacuation call from security. Water now reaches the theatre's wall and starts to seep in. We officially call the show off. Crew is split in two; half load the band out, the other half salvage the basement for valuables. Downstairs, everything is taken off the floor just in case. Sump pump is in the stage elevator pit, 6 feet below basement level. As long as it doesn't flood more than 1 foot down there, the motor will be fine. If more than a foot, the motor will have to be dried and the elevator will be out of commission for days. Better not take any chances; we call the f+%&er up and lock it in in place just in case.

4h30 pm: Band and sound ops are on their way. That's good because the secondary entrance is really close from flooding! Buildings & Grounds want to shut-off mains ASAP. We turn the lights off and leave.

I drive my techies to town by the long way around. I stay in town with some friends, having a beer and pizza, watching the students in their blow-up boats partying away...

6h30 pm: Drop-by the theatre on my way home. B&G is battling the flood with extra pumps. Bless them. They're keeping-up. I go home, somewhat reassured.

8 pm: Receive call from my boss. B&G sent the "abandon ship" signal. All systems are overloaded. The theatre sinks. I get the weekend off, called back for meeting on Monday 10 am. Water reaches its peak around midnight.

Monday October 4th 2010

9h55 am: I get on campus with the grim expectation of a rough week of mopping ahead of me. To my surprise, the theatre is surrounded by white trucks, parked semi, huge orange machinery and an army of guys in uniform! WTF! Inside, every electric panel (and there are several in a theatre) are opened-up, gutted out and re-routed with white and red cables everywhere like a huge bizzaroid web spanning over the whole building. Huge plastic tubes crisscross the whole place to bring hot air inside. The sound of fans is deafening. To add to the eeriness of the sight, all corridors are dimly lit by emergency lights because the mains are still out. The scene seems taken out of a movie. I wish I could see my face then!

10 am: I arrive dumbfounded at the meeting. The damage on campus is extensive. The theatre got hit worst. The whole basement got flooded - not only the elevator pit - and an after-disaster company got called-in to supervise the cleaning.

That was the first day of a series of very weird and tiresome weeks, which are still happening as we speak. At least we are re-opened and I went back to my seat at the lighting desk, but man, these last three weeks have been exhausting!

'findel

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