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Thank you. I just miss her so much :(And now I'm sad thinking about how my mom used to cut my hair :(
I completely understand. I remember even mundane encounters with dad differently now.
I was naked for my first encounter with dad, yes.
Also I did not know you were part Asian.
That's the problem. I'm not. I'm of northern Germanic stock, with what my friend referred to as "helmet hair": Generations of preferential breeding to produce thick, cushiony hair so when a sword hits your helmet your hair acts as padding and prevents you from bruising (as badly). As good a theory as any.
But yes, when I get a haircut the lost hair weighs nearly a pound. It is astonishingly dense stuff.
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So this is the kind of article that perplexes me.
You're a lawyer for clients worth hundreds of millions of dollars. A data breach would destroy your career and quite possibly bankrupt you. What do you do?
At your desk you have two computers: One connected to the network for communication, and one completely isolated with all autoruns disabled. At the end of each day, you use an external drive with a Read Only hardware switch to transfer the day's confidential work to the isolated computer. At the end of each month, you put a physical backup of the data in a safe deposit box.
You've lost 9-10 hours per month. And your data is impenetrable (except your single day's work) and fully backed up.
It's not rocket science. My fricking born-in-1931 mother did it with her financial and legal files because she was so paranoid about hackers (the backups to the safe deposit box thing).
If you're going to handle critically sensitive information, get a clue!
EDIT: I'm sure Nylarthotep will point out the sheer inconvenience of trying to collaborate under such a system, but when the alternative is having your business shut down and all your records destroyed, it seems like the inconvenience would be worth it. The one that gets to me is the claim that all the backups were corrupted as well. What the heck are you doing with even your backups connected to the network?
EDIT 2: It's probably also my background. I used to deliver training to defense contractors. I got very accustomed to each building having its own internal network, not connected to the outside or any other buildings at all, and being searched for cell phones or data storage devices every time I entered/exited a building. Yeah, defense contractors are paranoid about their stuff, but it wasn't *that* over-the-top and it let everyone in the same building collaborate without putting their data at risk.
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So this is the kind of article that perplexes me.
You're a lawyer for clients worth hundreds of millions of dollars. A data breach would destroy your career and quite possibly bankrupt you. What do you do?
At your desk you have two computers: One connected to the network for communication, and one completely isolated with all autoruns disabled. At the end of each day, you use an external drive with a Read Only hardware switch to transfer the day's confidential work to the isolated computer. At the end of each month, you put a physical backup of the data in a safe deposit box.
You've lost 9-10 hours per month. And your data is impenetrable (except your single day's work) and fully backed up.
It's not rocket science. My fricking born-in-1931 mother did it with her financial and legal files because she was so paranoid about hackers (the backups to the safe deposit box thing).
If you're going to handle critically sensitive information, get a clue!
EDIT: I'm sure Nylarthotep will point out the sheer inconvenience of trying to collaborate under such a system, but when the alternative is having your business shut down and all your records destroyed, it seems like the inconvenience would be worth it. The one that gets to me is the claim that all the backups were corrupted as well. What the heck are you doing with even your backups connected to the network?
EDIT 2: It's probably also my background. I used to deliver training to defense contractors. I got very accustomed to each building having its own internal network, not connected to the outside or any other buildings at all, and being searched for cell phones or data storage devices every time I entered/exited a building. Yeah, defense contractors are paranoid about their stuff, but it wasn't *that* over-the-top and it let everyone in the same building collaborate without putting their data at risk.
The question that remains unanswered is "Had the hackers had insider access"? Which does happen a lot in big companies...
Once, a disgruntled Coke managerial-level employee (well, secretary at the headquarters) wanted to sell the recipe for Coke to Pepsi... Except Pepsi management wasn't interested and quietly warned Coke, which cooperated with law enforcement to catch the culprit.
Trying to do anything with ALL (DE)'s daughter's hair is a proper production.
Having said that, she (mini ALL (DE)) thought that lockdown was the time to do a bit of DIY hairdressing, which means that mistakes were made, and it should be easier than usual to keep her quiet and put her coiffure into order.
ALL (DE) herself is OK (dreads), as am I (waves).
Which doesn't mean that it all isn't going to come off.
...you have waves?
I gotta see that. Not many white people walking around with those.
I have wavy hair, and the longer it gets, the wavier and curlier it is - I don't have waves. I'm not sure they'd suit me.
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Nice bit of DJ Shadow, which means the samples will be worth following up...
Has somebody done a cover of 'Another Day in Paradise' on the accordion and put it up on Youtube?
I am so glad. It only lasts a minute.
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Just look at my Avatar and guess if I know how to cut hair.
A passenger in a taxi tapped the driver on the shoulder to hand him the money. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.
For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, then the driver said,
"Please, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me."
The passenger, who was also frightened, apologized and said he didn't realize that a tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much,to which the driver replied, "I'm sorry, it's really not your fault at all. Today is my first day driving a cab. I have been driving a hearse for the last 25 year"
Ok this is my new favorite gran joke. This one is good.
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What cut of beef only comes in 2, 3, 5, 7, or 11 ounce portions? Prime Rib.
MMMMM Prime rib. Megatron rib is just no as good.
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Hey Woran.
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Ok this is my new favorite gran joke. This one is good.A passenger in a taxi tapped the driver on the shoulder to hand him the money. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.
For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, then the driver said,
"Please, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me."
The passenger, who was also frightened, apologized and said he didn't realize that a tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much,to which the driver replied, "I'm sorry, it's really not your fault at all. Today is my first day driving a cab. I have been driving a hearse for the last 25 year"
Of hearse it is.
Of hearse it is.Ok this is my new favorite gran joke. This one is good.A passenger in a taxi tapped the driver on the shoulder to hand him the money. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.
For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, then the driver said,
"Please, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me."
The passenger, who was also frightened, apologized and said he didn't realize that a tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much,to which the driver replied, "I'm sorry, it's really not your fault at all. Today is my first day driving a cab. I have been driving a hearse for the last 25 year"
♫ A hearse is a hearse, of curse of curse. ♫
♫ And no one can talk to a hearse of curse. ♫♫ Unless of curse the hearse of curse is the fermous Mister Jed! ♫
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Fantasy Monster: Garden Hag.
what does she wear? I must know so that I know what to avoid when traipsing through the suburbs!
Of hearse it is.Ok this is my new favorite gran joke. This one is good.A passenger in a taxi tapped the driver on the shoulder to hand him the money. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.
For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, then the driver said,
"Please, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me."
The passenger, who was also frightened, apologized and said he didn't realize that a tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much,to which the driver replied, "I'm sorry, it's really not your fault at all. Today is my first day driving a cab. I have been driving a hearse for the last 25 year"♫ A hearse is a hearse, of curse of curse. ♫
♫ And no one can talk to a hearse of curse. ♫
♫ Unless of curse the hearse of curse is the fermous Mister Jed! ♫
Green acres is the place to be
Farm livin' is the life for meLand spreadin' out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside
Wrong song VSC.
HE does have to farm mud for 18 hours a day or his lord will have him killed so there is that.
This weekend has been an absolute f***ing s***show.
First the school year ended, which always leaves me depressed, then my kids got into a fight that left Teensy Valeros with an inch-long, bleeding cut on his scalp (I did all the basic tests for concussion, but he seemed fine and the bleeding stopped on its own, so no ER), and then I found out some family news from the west coast that was profoundly upsetting... a family member was arrested for something pretty heinous, will probably be locked up for life, and deservedly so, and we're all in shock. So there's that.
I just want to go somewhere no one will hear me and scream and scream and scream until my voice goes out. And then sleep for a week.
Of hearse it is.Ok this is my new favorite gran joke. This one is good.A passenger in a taxi tapped the driver on the shoulder to hand him the money. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.
For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, then the driver said,
"Please, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me."
The passenger, who was also frightened, apologized and said he didn't realize that a tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much,to which the driver replied, "I'm sorry, it's really not your fault at all. Today is my first day driving a cab. I have been driving a hearse for the last 25 year"♫ A hearse is a hearse, of curse of curse. ♫
♫ And no one can talk to a hearse of curse. ♫
♫ Unless of curse the hearse of curse is the fermous Mister Jed! ♫Green acres is the place to be
Farm livin' is the life for me
Land spreadin' out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside
In the immortal words of Liza Minelli, a rebuttal:
New mown hay gives me hay fever.
There's the rooster, where's my cleaver?
So laid back, my mind might crack,
And when the thresher's up my pressure's up.
City Lights, oh, I long for those City Lights,
The bulbs of those beaming brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
Take the crickets and go shove 'em,
Urban crises, how I love 'em!
Grime and grit and pretty City Lights.
Walking lanes to pick a daisy,
That could drive a person crazy.
Home-made bread lies here like lead,
And Polly's peach preserves--
Oh, please, my nerves!
City Lights, how I long for those City Lights,
The bulbs of those beaming brights beckoning me there.
Be there.
Sties and stables sure are smelly,
Let me sniff some Kosher deli,
Brightly lit by pretty City Lights.
Pluck your lillies of the valley,
Let me sally up some alley
Dimly lit by pretty City Lights.
Country air means zilch to me,
I won't breathe nothing I can't see.
So let me quit and hit those pretty City Lights.
Hit them City Lights!
Love them City Lights!
Fairs and socials ain't no pluses,
I saw more on cross-town buses
Brightly lit by pretty City Lights.
Hold that udder and churn that butter,
Me, I'd rather shoot some gutter
Dimly lit by pretty City Lights.
Slop those sows, go on and fill your pails,
Honey, just let me plant my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and hit those pretty City Lights.
Love them City Lights!
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I AM MAKING BANANA BREAD!!!
We made zucchini bread yesterday.
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So, this is mainly for Orthos since he's interested in AP authoring fails, but after my Strange Aeons game ended in stupid fashion yesterday afternoon, here's my post-mortem.
(For those who don't want spoilers, the PCs successfully Scried BBEG so I allowed them to use a Greater Teleport to get to him, violating generally-agreed-upon scry-n-fry no-nos. With a necromancer with a pet skeleton with orders to put the Portable Hole into the Bag of Holding the moment the party disappeared, the final fight was just one big sucking sound.)
So, this is mainly for Orthos since he's interested in AP authoring fails, but after my Strange Aeons game ended in stupid fashion yesterday afternoon, here's my post-mortem.
(For those who don't want spoilers, the PCs successfully Scried BBEG so I allowed them to use a Greater Teleport to get to him, violating generally-agreed-upon scry-n-fry no-nos. With a necromancer with a pet skeleton with orders to put the Portable Hole into the Bag of Holding the moment the party disappeared, the final fight was just one big sucking sound.)
you went with that old chestnut?
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This weekend has been an absolute f***ing s***show.
First the school year ended, which always leaves me depressed, then my kids got into a fight that left Teensy Valeros with an inch-long, bleeding cut on his scalp (I did all the basic tests for concussion, but he seemed fine and the bleeding stopped on its own, so no ER), and then I found out some family news from the west coast that was profoundly upsetting... a family member was arrested for something pretty heinous, will probably be locked up for life, and deservedly so, and we're all in shock. So there's that.
I just want to go somewhere no one will hear me and scream and scream and scream until my voice goes out. And then sleep for a week.
Holy crap! Long-distance virus-free hugs!
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you went with that old chestnut?So, this is mainly for Orthos since he's interested in AP authoring fails, but after my Strange Aeons game ended in stupid fashion yesterday afternoon, here's my post-mortem.
(For those who don't want spoilers, the PCs successfully Scried BBEG so I allowed them to use a Greater Teleport to get to him, violating generally-agreed-upon scry-n-fry no-nos. With a necromancer with a pet skeleton with orders to put the Portable Hole into the Bag of Holding the moment the party disappeared, the final fight was just one big sucking sound.)
Oh, I didn't touch it.
They recognized what they were up against, knew they were outclassed, and were discussing how they could possibly do something to win. Impus Major came up with that one.
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Update on the Chemistry teacher. After the administration forced me to email him, he responded with, "Oh, Impus Minor can still turn in the work at any time," then he emailed all the kids (no parents, of course), with a long sob story about how HIS kids were so busy he didn't see a reason to hold class. Then assigned them even more work as punishment for piping up.
In addition, I have gotten similar feedback from other students and staff. As a result, I decided to keep things as simple as possible. Please feel free to contact me with ideas, questions, further concerns, etc. I have enjoyed all of the email exchanges.
In other words, "My own kids are way too busy because they're taking SIX FRICKING EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES AT ONCE." So I'm not going to bother teaching your kids.
At this point in Impus Minor doesn't pass I'm lawyering up.
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Then assigned them even more work as punishment for piping up.
Okay that's just petty.
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Update on the Chemistry teacher. After the administration forced me to email him, he responded with, "Oh, Impus Minor can still turn in the work at any time," then he emailed all the kids (no parents, of course), with a long sob story about how HIS kids were so busy he didn't see a reason to hold class. Then assigned them even more work as punishment for piping up.
** spoiler omitted **
In other words, "My own kids are way too busy because they're taking SIX FRICKING EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES AT ONCE." So I'm not going to bother teaching your kids.At this point in Impus Minor doesn't pass I'm lawyering up.
Simple as possible for only him. "Here's your work, no notes, DON'T @ ME."
"I lack the backbone to tell my children to manage their time, so I'm going to just ghost on my job and get sad when people tell me I have to go to work."
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This weekend has been an absolute f***ing s***show.
First the school year ended, which always leaves me depressed, then my kids got into a fight that left Teensy Valeros with an inch-long, bleeding cut on his scalp (I did all the basic tests for concussion, but he seemed fine and the bleeding stopped on its own, so no ER), and then I found out some family news from the west coast that was profoundly upsetting... a family member was arrested for something pretty heinous, will probably be locked up for life, and deservedly so, and we're all in shock. So there's that.
I just want to go somewhere no one will hear me and scream and scream and scream until my voice goes out. And then sleep for a week.
You can scream in my basement and I offer up the guest room for a week's rest. Free of charge.
EDIT: I admit, it's no Abscondicave, but it's what I can offer on short notice.
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This weekend has been an absolute f***ing s***show.
First the school year ended, which always leaves me depressed, then my kids got into a fight that left Teensy Valeros with an inch-long, bleeding cut on his scalp (I did all the basic tests for concussion, but he seemed fine and the bleeding stopped on its own, so no ER), and then I found out some family news from the west coast that was profoundly upsetting... a family member was arrested for something pretty heinous, will probably be locked up for life, and deservedly so, and we're all in shock. So there's that.
I just want to go somewhere no one will hear me and scream and scream and scream until my voice goes out. And then sleep for a week.
Yikes - sorry you're having such a time!
I am also making BUCKWHEAT TEA(which I am icing to make BUCKWHEAT ICED TEA)!
I am also making BUCKWHEAT TEA(which I am icing to make BUCKWHEAT ICED TEA)!
Does it taste anything like barley tea? The great little Korean restaurant in NH's neighborhood used to make it both hot and iced.
Can someone please refresh my memory as to what happens when a PC puts on armor formerly belonging to a graveknight?
It's been a long time since Norathar did it, and I seem to remember Bad Things happening. In our last session, Teensy Valeros's PC claimed a set of Plate Armor of the Deep (which he needed), but since he'd actually rolled a 36 on his knowledge roll about graveknights (how he knew to strip the armor off her to begin with), he would probably have known what to do/avoid with the enchanted tinfoil.
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lisamarlene, sorry to hear about your crappy day. Good luck and I hope that things improve soon.
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Can someone please refresh my memory as to what happens when a PC puts on armor formerly belonging to a graveknight?
It's been a long time since Norathar did it, and I seem to remember Bad Things happening. In our last session, Teensy Valeros's PC claimed a set of Plate Armor of the Deep (which he needed), but since he'd actually rolled a 36 on his knowledge roll about graveknights (how he knew to strip the armor off her to begin with), he would probably have known what to do/avoid with the enchanted tinfoil.
Here's the relevant nastiness...
In death, the graveknight’s life force lingers on in its armor, not its corpse, in much the same way that a lich’s essence is bound within a phylactery. Unless every part of a graveknight’s armor is ruined along with its body, a graveknight can rejuvenate after it is destroyed. A typical suit of full plate graveknight armor has hardness 10 and 45 hit points, though armor with enhancements or made of special materials proves more difficult to destroy. Merely breaking a graveknight’s armor does not destroy it; it must be ruined, such as by being disintegrated, taken to the Positive Energy Plane, or thrown into the heart of a volcano.
Anyone who treats a graveknight’s armor as simply battle spoils risks both body and soul. Graveknights rejuvenate when destroyed. Their bodies literally grow back, with tendrils of undead flesh coiling out from recesses in their armor like gruesome creepers, unless opponents take pains to also obliterate the armor. These unholy strands have no objection to infesting a living host instead of producing a new body for their master.
People who claim a graveknight’s armor rarely recognize the threat until too late, as part of the magic of the rejuvenation makes wearers oblivious to the invasion of their own bodies. When they take the armor off to sleep, they overlook the puncture marks and deep fissures upon their skin. Some sinister instinct also causes them to conceal these wounds from their companions. Only the particularly observant (and a DC 25 Perception check) perceive the peril in time help their friend cast aside the armor.
Once the rejuvenation period ends 1d10 days later, the wearer must make a Will save (DC equal to 10 + 1/2 the graveknight’s HD + the graveknight’s Cha modifier) each day to avoid transforming into the original graveknight. This transformation consumes mind as well as body, immediately slaying the victim and utterly destroying the body.
To wear graveknight armor safely, its new owner must cleanse it of evil and forever sever its connection to its undead master. This cleansing requires the casting of three different spells in rapid succession. Two are always break enchantment and holy word. The third varies with each graveknight and relates back to the unique circumstances surrounding its first death and return. Figuring out the correct spell usually entails a great deal of research and careful thought. And of course, while this detective work is happening, the armor continues to steadily regenerate the graveknight.
Undying tyrants and eternal champions of the undead, graveknights arise from the corpses of the most nefarious warlords and disgraced heroes—villains too merciless to submit to the shackles of death. They bear the same weapons and regalia they did in life, though warped or empowered by their profane resurrection. The legions they once held also flock to them in death, ready to serve their wicked ambitions once more. A graveknight’s essence is fundamentally tied to its armor, the bloodstained trappings of its battle lust. This armor becomes an icon of its perverse natures, transforming into a monstrous second skin over the husk of desiccated flesh and scarred bone locked within.
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This weekend has been an absolute f***ing s***show.
First the school year ended, which always leaves me depressed, then my kids got into a fight that left Teensy Valeros with an inch-long, bleeding cut on his scalp (I did all the basic tests for concussion, but he seemed fine and the bleeding stopped on its own, so no ER), and then I found out some family news from the west coast that was profoundly upsetting... a family member was arrested for something pretty heinous, will probably be locked up for life, and deservedly so, and we're all in shock. So there's that.
I just want to go somewhere no one will hear me and scream and scream and scream until my voice goes out. And then sleep for a week.
So many hugs for you.
I am also making BUCKWHEAT TEA(which I am icing to make BUCKWHEAT ICED TEA)!Does it taste anything like barley tea? The great little Korean restaurant in NH's neighborhood used to make it both hot and iced.
Do you happen to remember its name? Was it Bowl'd, or somewhere else?
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Can someone please refresh my memory as to what happens when a PC puts on armor formerly belonging to a graveknight?
It's been a long time since Norathar did it, and I seem to remember Bad Things happening. In our last session, Teensy Valeros's PC claimed a set of Plate Armor of the Deep (which he needed), but since he'd actually rolled a 36 on his knowledge roll about graveknights (how he knew to strip the armor off her to begin with), he would probably have known what to do/avoid with the enchanted tinfoil.
Here's the relevant nastiness...
In death, the graveknight’s life force lingers on in its armor, not its corpse, in much the same way that a lich’s essence is bound within a phylactery. Unless every part of a graveknight’s armor is ruined along with its body, a graveknight can rejuvenate after it is destroyed. A typical suit of full plate graveknight armor has hardness 10 and 45 hit points, though armor with enhancements or made of special materials proves more difficult to destroy. Merely breaking a graveknight’s armor does not destroy it; it must be ruined, such as by being disintegrated, taken to the Positive Energy Plane, or thrown into the heart of a volcano.
Anyone who treats a graveknight’s armor as simply battle spoils risks both body and soul. Graveknights rejuvenate when destroyed. Their bodies literally grow back, with tendrils of undead flesh coiling out from recesses in their armor like gruesome creepers, unless opponents take pains to also obliterate the armor. These unholy strands have no objection to infesting a living host instead of producing a new body for their master.
People who claim a graveknight’s armor rarely recognize the threat until too late, as part of the magic of the rejuvenation makes wearers oblivious to the invasion of their own bodies. When they take the armor off to sleep, they overlook the puncture marks and deep fissures upon their...
Ooooooh, yeah, now it's coming back to me. Right. Okay, that's something to avoid.