
King Yesterday of Pillowpia |

Adds Christmas lights to pillow fort, begins purchasing supplies
We shan't leave until the new year rings!
Well, except to get presents tomorrow... and then there's the General's family party on Christmas.. then my family... and of course Pea Bear is going up north for a few days... ah, f*@* it! Maybe I can craft a pillow Hazmat suit...

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Adds Christmas lights to pillow fort, begins purchasing supplies
We shan't leave until the new year rings!
Well, except to get presents tomorrow... and then there's the General's family party on Christmas.. then my family... and of course Pea Bear is going up north for a few days... ah, f!@% it! Maybe I can craft a pillow Hazmat suit...
Just go Sumo man, Get an oversized sweatshirt put as many pillows as possible underneath and then attack!

Abed Nadir |
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King Yesterday of Pillowpia wrote:Just go Sumo man, Get an oversized sweatshirt put as many pillows as possible underneath and then attack!Adds Christmas lights to pillow fort, begins purchasing supplies
We shan't leave until the new year rings!
Well, except to get presents tomorrow... and then there's the General's family party on Christmas.. then my family... and of course Pea Bear is going up north for a few days... ah, f!@% it! Maybe I can craft a pillow Hazmat suit...

NobodysHome |
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Sometimes, you forget just how "practical" practical can be.
It's winter in the Bay Area, meaning we're sitting in a 58-degree house most of the time, since the concept of insulation, weatherproofing, or doing anything other than just sitting around in an open hut was beyond the comprehension of most home builders in the 1920's and 1930's.
So I was wearing my "soft and comfy" polypro long underwear. It was nearly adequate, and combined with the poor excuse for a heater in our living room I survived.
So the polypro got dirty and I got sick (thanks, Lord Synos! I blame you entirely for wishing us well!), so I pulled out my old "made of sandpaper and cactus needles" polypro I used on our annual ski trips.
And I am now living in a volcano.
Holy carp! Apparently whatever they did to make the polypro soft also removed all of its insulating capabilities. The stuff I'm in now is rather obscenely warm -- I'm thinking of opening all the windows just to be comfortable.
Ah, well, I'll sit around, drink lots of apple juice, and hope I'm better by Christmas...
EDIT: And I have to admit, I was expecting to be caught at my diet when we went to the Muse concert and I was in my 32" jeans and a t-shirt. I'm now consistently in the 170's, and beginning to wonder whether everyone's conspiring in a huge practical joke on me. They're going to wait until I'm into the 150's, and then say, "Oh, were you losing weight? We didn't notice."
The saddest thing is that that's SOOOOOOOOO like my friends and family that I wouldn't put it past them!

Treppa |

Treppa wrote:Have they ruled out dairy? Because eggnog could be dairy too.Had a delicious glass of eggnog tonight, to celebrate the turning of the year.
Definitely allergic to eggs.
I didn't have dairy on the Morning of the Great Anaphylaxia, so didn't think that could be a problem. I'll try milk in a week or so once my system has calmed down again. I also reacted to eggs on the skin test, but simply couldn't believe I had suddenly developed an allergy to them at my age.
I do have an Epipen if things go really bad, but didn't want to use it last night. Those things are $550 apiece, you know!

captain yesterday |

I don't know, but God bless them and their cheese producing ways.
No joke, I want to vacation there during a cheese festival, but you crazy folks hold all of them it seems in the dead of winter! Insanity!!
Not true, Monroe has Cheese Days in September.
However, they have a sign as you get into town that says "Monroe, we'll bring you back!"
I won't go back.

Treppa |

That is sucky Treppa, I hope someone can figure this out.
BTW is there a pill or something you can take to prevent the onset of food allergies? I know growing up my mother had to give herself shots because of her allergy to dust/mold, and certain pollens.
I don't think so. I used to get desensitization shots, but I had a bad reaction to one then too much epinephrine to fix it. That was a bad day.

Fallout Rampage Cap'n Yesterday |

I Pay onto Caesar... Hot Lead and a Red Glare.
After relieving myself of booty from Mt Zion and not wanting to dick around with more DLC for the moment I decided to advance the main story. And after spending God knows how long in the casinos, I decided it was time for some action.
So, I marched through camp Searchlight (thanks for your mask, Ulysses!), stopped off to blow up some ghouls (gotta use dynamite on something) then went flashing my Mark of Caesar like a big shot, got to the ferry, and took a ride.
When I get to Caesar's camp some a+@#!#* says we have to give up our weapons, of course, that's not happening, and immediately pull out Ghost who jacks in darkness (or some other pretentious name for a .45) of course this starts an all out Ballistic Fist brawl, and we all know who wins that battle!
It was right after this I realized it was past noon, grabbed my trusty Red Glare, and it's 256 rockets, and just started marching thru camp firing rockets everywhere! With ED-E and Veronica mopping up any stragglers, surprisingly I didn't hit any slaves.
By the time I'd discovered the shed (and walked by Caesar's tent) I'd gone thru over 50 rockets, when I doubled back to Caesar's tent, I knew things would be sideways in there, so I grabbed Annabelle, three her over my shoulder and went inside.
Now at the time I thought I'd only fired off three missiles when I opened the door and saw the f*&$head a~&!+!% sitting on his throne with guards grabbing their guns. However after further review of my payload, it was five. Needless to say, I had a lot of body parts to sift thru.
While sifting through the bodies for ammo and sunglasses, who should I see tied up in his tacky as s$$@ suit, Benny!
So I shot him, in the head, with my huge giant rifle, no talking, just one shot.
In hindsight, I should've used one of the many ballistic fists I found and punched his head off.
Oh, well, always next time.
Rampage!!
I'm not usually a fan of copy pasting between two threads (I have a Fallout thread as i didn't want to derail FaWtL too much.. Lol!), but this one was so good, had to share it twice. :-)

Captain Yesterday, Brut Squad |
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Stupid f$!%ing a&%&&!&: this box is a little beat up, if you take out all 125 pieces and count them to make sure they're all there, I might buy it.
Captain Yesterday: No.
Stupid f#~*ing a@&%*$!: what... really?
Captain Yesterday: absolutely, I can't think of a single person that would do that. I'm certainly not doing it, and I'm not asking anyone else to do it.
As an addendum to the story.
Stupid f#@@ing a+!&+~! took the box up to the service desk and asked the manager in charge to count all the pieces for him, he just looked at it and said "you can buy it as is, otherwise I'm just sending it back to the manufacturer as damaged".
Funny stuff!

havoc xiii |
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So I believe it's official I'll be purchasing 2 3ds XL the Pokemon X/Y editions for Christmas. Red for me blue for my wife. She's not exactly a fan of blue but since one of our nicknames is calling me a fire dragon and her an ice dragon
(Because I never want to know a day that's under 60 degrees, I'd rather have it 80, 90, 100 degrees!
And she never wants to know a day that's over 40 degrees, she'd rather have it 30, 20, 10, 5 and let it freeze!
And then start off with Y for me and X for her.
Update on this. So when I originally went to order the DSs they didn't have the red version available. I go back to check later just as I'm about to hit order and it was available both are sitting happily under the tree waiting for Christmas Eve (I know I know it's the wrong day, but for whatever reason we open Christmas Eve night).

X-Mas Joy Cap'n Yesterday |
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You would not believe what I had To go through on Christmas Eve to get my presents, I earned every single one of them.
2:00 - arrive, often after a harrowing 4-6 hour car ride through a blizzard, at Grandma's house.
2:00 - 6:00 - "lively" political discussions, only politics.
6:00 - 6:45 - dinner
6:45 - 9:00 - the aunts all gather in the kitchen to clean up, do dishes, and sing along - terribly- to the entire Beatles catalogue, B-Sides and all. Everyone else can engage in more "lively" political discussions (and only politics).
9:00 - mom wakes dad from the couch to get into his Santa suit.
9:15 - 9:45 - Santa emerges, groggy and slightly confused, where the adults get to crush his lap (and, I assume, soul) by asking Santa for embarrassing s@!* like grandkids and double entendres, the children, of course are above such embarrassment, plus we'd already talked to Santa at the Mall.
9:45 - finally after all that, the girlfriend hazing and all, presents are finally handed out.

Drejk |
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Sometimes, you forget just how "practical" practical can be.
It's winter in the Bay Area, meaning we're sitting in a 58-degree house most of the time, since the concept of insulation, weatherproofing, or doing anything other than just sitting around in an open hut was beyond the comprehension of most home builders in the 1920's and 1930's.
So I was wearing my "soft and comfy" polypro long underwear. It was nearly adequate, and combined with the poor excuse for a heater in our living room I survived.
So the polypro got dirty and I got sick (thanks, Lord Synos! I blame you entirely for wishing us well!), so I pulled out my old "made of sandpaper and cactus needles" polypro I used on our annual ski trips.
And I am now living in a volcano.
Holy carp! Apparently whatever they did to make the polypro soft also removed all of its insulating capabilities. The stuff I'm in now is rather obscenely warm -- I'm thinking of opening all the windows just to be comfortable.
Ah, well, I'll sit around, drink lots of apple juice, and hope I'm better by Christmas...
EDIT: And I have to admit, I was expecting to be caught at my diet when we went to the Muse concert and I was in my 32" jeans and a t-shirt. I'm now consistently in the 170's, and beginning to wonder whether everyone's conspiring in a huge practical joke on me. They're going to wait until I'm into the 150's, and then say, "Oh, were you losing weight? We didn't notice."
The saddest thing is that that's SOOOOOOOOO like my friends and family that I wouldn't put it past them!
I told you, your wife is outwaiting you until you'll break and brag.

Drejk |
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Just watched Mad Max, Fury Road.
Bravo!
It takes a true gift in film making, for there to be a guy riding on the front of a rig playing a literally flame blasting guitar, and not have it seem over the top.
An all time must watch movie.
Once you see the drummers (and notice that all the musicians seem to be blind or otherwise crippled) and add to this the fact that War Boys are clearly a war/death cult, it all starts to fit - it's just one of the many parts of complex machine of psychological conditioning that turns them into fanatic suicidal warriors.

Drejk |
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Drejk: What to do today? Well, I'll let the Force guide me... Cinema... Star Wars... Yeah, why not...
*Drejk rolls his Sense dice pool*
GM: You finally arrive at the cinema... You hesitate a bit before selecting a queue to stand in. Suddenly a couple in front of you asks if you are going for Star Wars, because they just got some sort of promotional ticket in addition to theirs. You receive a free ticket for Star Wars.
Drejk: ... Thank you.

David M Mallon |
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David M Mallon wrote:Wisconsin's where all the Norwegians settled, right?captain yesterday wrote:This is Wisconsin, they only recently discovered there was more on the internet then porn and packers tickets.Beat me to the punch with that response.
Them and a bunch of other northern Europeans. Really northern Europeans.