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I'm good, got a bad ass Dragon, for now...Why would you want a dragon with flatulence, diarrhea, and prolapse?
You're not my Bathroom Supervisor!!!
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And that's the last time you'll see these!
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Captain, now every time I see the name Tammy in any context I think of you. Thanks a lot.
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Captain, now every time I see the name Tammy in any context I think of you. Thanks a lot.
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"I hear the cottonwoods whispering aboveTammy tammy tammy's in love
The ole whootie owl whootie-hoo's to the dove
Tammy oh tammy tammy's in love..."
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Who is Tammy? (Pardon my ignorance.)
On a side note, since I apparently have a talent for appearing and disappearing stealthily and mysteriously, my friends believe I visit a stone D&D club under the school in a time dilation bubble.
I do my best to foster this myth.
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Long story short
Tammy's got bigger plans now.
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Captain, now every time I see the name Tammy in any context I think of you. Thanks a lot.
Tammy's got Charisma, she's going places!!
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Better question: why in your army of aliases is Tammy absent?
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Also there is no real world parallel for Tammy, she is completely formed from my posts and James Jacobs' imagination :-)
in case anyone was wondering.
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Better question: why in your army of aliases is Tammy absent?
Tammy can't be contained.
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Better question: why in your army of aliases is Tammy absent?Tammy can't be contained.
Oh, my sympathies to Tammy then. She must have died of embarrassment.
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A dwarf kicked her puppy, revenge is best served undead.
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How to Destroy your house in less then ten easy steps
1. introduce children to the TMNT cartoon and/or comic book
2. let them watch any of the movies
3. Purchase officially licensed masks with weapons and turtle shell.
4. get a box of wine.
5. put on iPod headphones
6. go into other room with box of wine and fully charged iPod or iPad, maybe cry a little if it helps.
House Destroyed
But at least it's heartfelt when they bring the last of the shattered knick knacks and say "Sorry!"
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Wow...
My kids skip steps 1-6 entirely.
It's pretty much:
1. Invite company over.
2. Kids destroy house.
Wouldn't be NEARLY so irritating if they didn't just sit around like lumps the other 90% of the time. Except for Impus Major, who has to run around the block once an hour to rid himself of excess energy.
And we wonder why he eats more than the rest of the family combined and still can't break 100 pounds on the scale...
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And we wonder why he eats more than the rest of the family combined and still can't break 100 pounds on the scale...
That is something I also miss about being 16.
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Let's be honest, if it weren't for our jobs and/or family responsibilities, would anyone here be considered truly "adult" in the normal cliche understanding of the term in this context? ;)
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Parent-Teacher conference tonight, as the parent of a child that doesn't like homework and has a tendency to daydream and be sociable, I'm not looking forward to it.
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Update or two coming tonight, after church =)
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Zounds and gadzooks! I hath a new curved practice sabre which doth please me mightily, e'en though I droppedeth it five times during sparring like a complete flipping schmiel. More practice needed, methinks
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Tiny T-Rex: I am Mister Three Legs.
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Okay, so I uploaded part 1 of that youkai story I mentioned in passing some time ago.
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Tiny T-Rex: I am Mister Three Legs.
whoa.
That kid will be popular in a few years.
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I had a circle of friends, but... I was a neeeeerrrrrrrrd.)
I was a pretty big nerd (D&D player, M:tG player, worked at the local library after school, helped out with community theater), but I also listened to Black Flag, and I was a discus thrower on the track team, so I was hitting the weights five days a week. Nobody really knew what to do with me.
Captain, now every time I see the name Tammy in any context I think of you. Thanks a lot.
"You know the worst thing about her? She's a grade-A b#&!#."
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My time in school was very... interesting. Here are some memorable events:
Having a kid completely ignore your best shot is apparently daunting, and I was left alone for the rest of middle school, with the one kid who decided he was going to beat me up after school backing down once he realized I really didn't care one way or the other and his friends were afraid I'd beat him senseless and utterly humiliate him. (Honestly, back then he probably would have won.)
Apparently that was it. NH was batspit crazy. Nobody touched me.
Anyway, more than you ever wanted to know, but 13-19 royally sucked for me. Taking up tae kwon do was the best thing I ever did. 20-24 was just amazingly awesome!
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I had a circle of friends, but... I was a neeeeerrrrrrrrd.)I was a pretty big nerd (D&D player, M:tG player, worked at the local library after school, helped out with community theater), but I also listened to Black Flag, and I was a discus thrower on the track team, so I was hitting the weights five days a week. Nobody really knew what to do with me.
Soccer player. Weight lifter. Tennis player. Basketball player. (I sucked at the last two, but looooovvvvved soccer.) I was one of the greatest "fans" of "my team" (whoever that happened to be; basically when my friends or school played something and I could get there) and would exhaust myself running back and forth across the sidelines yelling until I lost my voice.
My family didn't allow D&D or M:tG (Conservative South and misinformation about those from various advisers therein). But then I was super-into anime, video games (especially RPGs), TMNT, Power Rangers, and so on.
It was High School that I first learned about hard rock (mostly through Christian groups, though not exclusively - generally, speaking, I liked it that way).
That was combined with my tendency to actively seek out the weirdos and outcasts to specifically sit with them at lunch so they wouldn't be alone. That... was basically "my crew" - the people I hung out with were the ones were disliked, generally avoided by, or who avoided everyone else.
I had a few friends in the more popular people, but that was more due to a small school than being a genuinely popular figure.
I was still a total neeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrd.
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My time in school was very... interesting. Here are some memorable events:
3rd grade: I was the second-fastest kid in my grade, beaten only by a kid named Mario. Had he been Italian, it would have been truly prophetic.
4th grade: In one of the seminal moments of my life, one of my best friends walked up to me and explained very sadly that he could no longer hang out with me because he was black and I was white. Later that day he was severely beaten for having been seen talking to me. It has shaped my views on race relations ever since.
7th grade: The bullies finally noticed me. Unfortunately for them, one of them walked up to me, punched me in the head as hard as he could, slamming my head against a locker, and my reaction was, "Why did you do that?"
Having a kid completely ignore your best shot is apparently daunting, and I was left alone for the rest of middle school, with the one kid who decided he was going to beat me up after school backing down once he realized I really didn't care one way or the other and his friends were afraid I'd beat him senseless and utterly humiliate him. (Honestly, back then he probably would have won.)
9th-10th grade: I was the single-most hated person at my school. I could not walk down the hallway without things being thrown at me (marbles, ice, crumpled up paper, gum, etc.) I could not use the bathrooms at the school. I wasn't musical, so I didn't hang out with the musical kids. I was smart, but I didn't hang out with the geniuses. I didn't smoke or do drugs, and I was in no way a jock. So me and my other hippie outcasts just lived our lives, ignoring everyone else. Again, no one ever attacked me.
11th grade: Things got scarier. A guy pulled a knife in class and carved up the back of my shirt while the teacher was lecturing. I turned around and giggled insanely at him.
Apparently that was it. NH was batspit crazy. Nobody touched me.
12th grade: This one makes no sense whatsoever to me. I was suddenly the coolest kid in school, and to be...
WOOOOOOOOOW.
4th grade sounded life altering.
Everything else is mind blowing.
Wooooooooow.
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Yeah, what ^he^ said!
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Next time just spoiler it and say that it is a hot subject.
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I got you all beat, every single one of you (except Nobodyshome, who was beaten enough for us all) I was once told by my friend he couldn't be my friend anymore because his dad and uncle were convinced my Dad was a werewolf and they planned on hunting him.
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Next time just spoiler it and say that it is a hot subject.
Since you asked so nicely...
I was just commenting that that event made me understand how much cultural pressure affects racism. It's not that one guy is being a jerk. It's an entire cultural pressure towards jerkiness.
And then I was commenting that at my 30th high school reunion, we had 10 black guys there. I was utterly aghast when every single one of them had a story about being stopped by police, then having their cars searched and disassembled in and attempt to find something. When it's one or two guys, it's probably them. When it's 10 guys, there's a serious cultural issue here. I was an 80's punker and I had my car searched, but the police never pulled it apart looking for drugs.
The most memorable moment of the evening: The nicest guy at the reunion, who also happens to be black, and happens to be a police officer (I still don't believe that, because I can't see him arresting anyone. Ever. Maybe he just smiles that smile of his at them and they go with him willingly. Anyway...).
On his way to the reunion he got pulled over. And had his car checked. And they wouldn't believe he was a cop.
*SIGH*
And this is in Berkeley. Supposed liberal capital of the world.
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I got you all beat, every single one of you (except Nobodyshome, who was beaten enough for us all) I was once told by my friend he couldn't be my friend anymore because his dad and uncle were convinced my Dad was a werewolf and they planned on hunting him.
OK. That's my favorite so far...
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The best part is because my Dad was a high school chemistry teacher and knew how to make gun powder they tried to get him to make the bullets they intended to hunt him with.
Also they were our main supplier of Rabbits and Poultry.
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People are Strange in The Northwoods:-D
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not even the "too adult" kind because I was most certainly not thatBy contrast, no one could call me "too adult" now in my life.
I was born old and I am getting younger with each passing year...
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for our jobs
What?
and/or family responsibilities
I am not quite sure what do you mean...
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My two main issues with Michael Bay TMNT (now that I've seen it 6 times in a week)Something that movie made me think of is the old complaint by a standup comedian, I think it was Bill Engvall.
I want, just once in some movie, for someone to take it seriously when a main character shows up, obviously agitated and distressed, saying they saw something unusual. Instead of this usual "I don't believe you"/"Were you drunk?"/"Stop making things up" nonsense that every movie in the past forty years has used in that exact same situation.
Dunno about Bill Engvall, but Homestuck mentioned similar in a chat with Dave.
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While we're getting all sentimental and reminiscing, I just remembered something: back in 2007, a friend of mine filmed one of our D&D games (3.5 Age of Worms, from the sound of it). D&D games are some of my best memories from the '00s. I present to you my original gaming group*:
*At the time, we'd been gaming together for about five years, with an age range of around 14 to 20. The group officially disbanded in 2011.
- AW (the DM and my ex's older brother. We'd been best friends since junior high, but we had a falling out when my ex left, and he disappeared about six months later. No one's seen him since)
- PL (playing the ranger. A good buddy of mine from the Scouts. We're still close friends. He's since gotten married and lives in Plattsburgh, where he works as a substance abuse counselor)
- JS (playing the fighter, like he always did, and filming the game. Another of my friends from junior high, and if I had to pick just one person, probably the guy I'd consider my best friend. An incorrigible job-hopper, bar-hopper, and womanizer, currently working for IBM in Vermont)
- AD (playing the bard. My oldest friend, and recent former roommate. Probably the flakiest guy I've ever met. Currently on bad terms due to some personal drama that I won't get into. He hasn't spoken to me in months, but I still get all of his mail)
- VW (playing the rogue. My ex, though this was several years before we started dating. After we split in 2012, she's been working on and off as an actress in New York City, and refuses to talk to any of us)
- Me (playing the cleric. You know me, hopefully)
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Update or two coming tonight, after church =)
As promised:
I prefer get in the car.
Hah! That more or less happened to us when we were on Deputation*. Stopped the car after a loooooonnnnnnnng ride in the desert out in Arizona (or somewhere thereabouts - it's been since the early 90s, I don't know anymore), and we scared a herd of antelope by climbing up over a rock outcropping. Beautiful. We were having fun, stretching, looking around... until my dad found the fresh paw-print of something big with large claws.
We all ran, like Benny Hill , toward our car, and Dad checked it out to make sure nothing had crawled in, than we jumped in as fast as possible, and left.
Incidentally, I wasn't really certain why we were running. I mean, you know, sure it was scary, I guess, but really it was just kind of fun to be running, and I had every confidence that God would keep us safe in the end.
Ah, man, being a kid.
* For those who are not in that kind of independent religious groupings, Deputation is when would-be Missionaries go around to various unaffiliated churches showing what they're doing, and asking that church to pray about supporting our endeavors financially for the purpose of allowing us to do what we do. Because there is no over-arching hierarchy in our "denomination" (which actually includes several different denominations of various similarities and differences), it is up to each local church to decide, as a group, via vote (usually**) whether or not to support the Missionary financially.
** Different churches have different structures. Sometimes it's strictly the pastor (though usually with some sort of oversight/advisers), sometimes it's the Deacon committee, sometimes it's the entire church as a whole. As I said: varied.
*racism*
It's not "political" to say that Racism (and most any kind of "ism" in which a person is harmed and harassed not for their actions, but nature) is stupid and bad and wrong, and if it is, it shouldn't be.
I am blessed to have lived a life without many known corrupt officers - my own father in law is a retired officer and negotiator from Miami, who, prior to retirement, often spent holidays convincing people not to kill themselves or others - and, generally speaking, none of my friends of any race or orientation have ever been harassed in that manner by police*^.
Daggum. It's mind-boggling that people even feel like someone not looking exactly like them means that they're somehow evil or inferior. Why don't they go find a mirror to make eh, sorry, soap-boxy.
Blarg.
* (My acquaintances who dressed in punk styles, threw things at cop cars, and liked to shout profanity-laden comments at the police, on the other hand, used to complain about officers harassing them all the time.)
^ (My neighbor, a wonderful black lady who's family is one of the only ones that I'm not related to that I would fully trust with my children, is even on disability, having formerly worked in a correctional facility - not exactly Police, but generally "known" for their corrupt stereotypes and prejudice.)
Anyway, I "almost" went to college to get a Business degree so that I could move to the British Virgin Islands to be the business manager for two of my High School classmates' big plans to open up a car business there. It never happened - instead we all graduated and immediately lost contact with each other, and I earned my AA degree in Interdisciplinary Studies (because I took one to two of all classes) at the local community college before moving on.
I am such a freaking nerd.
By-the-by, fencing is awesome, I'm no longer in practice (and was never the best, despite my enthusiasm), and it and karate both count as a "course" at some schools (as does weight lifting - that was an interesting one). Just so you guys know.
My time in school was very... interesting. Here are some memorable events:
3rd grade: I was the second-fastest kid in my grade, beaten only by a kid named Mario. Had he been Italian, it would have been truly prophetic.
4th grade: In one of the seminal moments of my life, one of my best friends walked up to me and explained very sadly that he could no longer hang out with me because he was black and I was white. Later that day he was severely beaten for having been seen talking to me. It has shaped my views on race relations ever since.
7th grade: The bullies finally noticed me. Unfortunately for them, one of them walked up to me, punched me in the head as hard as he could, slamming my head against a locker, and my reaction was, "Why did you do that?"
Having a kid completely ignore your best shot is apparently daunting, and I was left alone for the rest of middle school, with the one kid who decided he was going to beat me up after school backing down once he realized I really didn't care one way or the other and his friends were afraid I'd beat him senseless and utterly humiliate him. (Honestly, back then he probably would have won.)
9th-10th grade: I was the single-most hated person at my school. I could not walk down the hallway without things being thrown at me (marbles, ice, crumpled up paper, gum, etc.) I could not use the bathrooms at the school. I wasn't musical, so I didn't hang out with the musical kids. I was smart, but I didn't hang out with the geniuses. I didn't smoke or do drugs, and I was in no way a jock. So me and my other hippie outcasts just lived our lives, ignoring everyone else. Again, no one ever attacked me.
11th grade: Things got scarier. A guy pulled a knife in class and carved up the back of my shirt while the teacher was lecturing. I turned around and giggled insanely at him.
Apparently that was it. NH was batspit crazy. Nobody touched me.
12th grade: This one makes no sense whatsoever to me. I was suddenly the coolest kid in school, and to be...
Some of this makes sense. One thing I have learned is that bullies are cowards, just the thought that you might attack them kept them away from you.
I can't even comprehend the race thing though... it's like we are from different worlds where something like that can't happen.
I went from the outcast in middle school to popular kid in high school. It took work. I had one summer to transform from the picked on outcast bible kid to popular cheerleader and I made it happen. The same divorce that dumped me from my safe religious academy into a dangerous and atheist public school also gave me the opportunity to pressure my mom or dad into buying me trendy clothes, letting me buy a TV and later on a computer, letting me use make up and get my hair styled. It gave me a measure of freedom I didn't have before. I hid my bible and joined the jock clique when I transferred to the new high school and things were great... mostly. You see from my new vantage point I discovered all kids are picked on in school even cheerleaders the difference is that kids in a clique have a build in support group who will back you up where the outcasts don't, they just have to take the crap daily without anyone standing up for them. The drawback of a clique is it restricts who you can be friends with.
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On the good new, I got to talk to a good friend that I do not talk to enough. I am very grateful that we got to meet and become friends, even if he is up north.
On the bad news, my 15 year old dog and all around best friend got real sick on Sunday and died on Tuesday morning between 2 and 5 am. Burying her was not fun. Rest in Peace Cheandy. You will be missed. Another of my friends is going though a crisis as he realizes why he has been fired from most of the jobs he has had. He will get over it but right now he is depressed and angry at himself over his past mistakes.
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Update or two coming tonight, after church =)As promised:
Meeeeeeeeeesssssssssmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrr~!
*said in that Pokemon stadium voice in Smash Bros.*
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Happy birthday, Kajehase!
On a completely unrelated note, is getting a cat called Loki a really, really bad idea?
Sometimes.