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Just some off-the-cuff observations, and whatnot. Welcome, and enjoy your stay.
Saturday, March 16, 2002
please sign my guestmap ....careful...That arrow is tricky. :)
I've also put a link to it on my bio page.
I went to bed sort of early last night, to get a long, deep sleep. I woke up about 4 am and doodled a quick piccie on the palm... took me about a half hour, then I snugged back to snoozeville. Not bad for having a sleepy kitty on my neck. (It loops after about a 30 second pause, if you want to see it go by again.)
I don't recall the follow-up dreams later, but they were quite comforting, as well. Nice stuff... makes the whole day feel brighter.
Hmmm... now then, what's for brunch? Apple Jacks, OJ, and peanut butter toast are looking good to me... and then a hot shower.
got a nifty e-card from One World Journeys by way of flying_blind... Thanks to him and Sluggo! :)
Friday, March 15, 2002
http://www.msnbc.com/comics/xword_class_files/crossword.asp
http://games.yahoo.com/games/login?game=Crossword
http://www.quizland.com/cotd.htm
http://www.nytimes.com/learning/teachers/xwords/
http://cgi1.usatoday.com/life/puzzles/puzzle2.htm
http://www.networdcross.com/cgi-bin/dailypage/newsday/
http://www.infoplease.com/xwords/index.html
crosswords online. more than anyone could do. :)
'Dr. Chaos' held in cyanide case
Chicago police have raided Dr. Chaos' (AKA Joseph Daniel Konopka, 25, of Wisconsin) subterranean lair, finding more than a pound of "potentially lethal cyanide," ending his spree of malicious mischief. Well, maybe this is just a little silly, but still- there does seem to have been basically zero security down in the depths of the CTA, with those wacky kids toting cyanide around down there and changing the locks for kicks and grins.
there's a little more information in this update:
CTA to inspect subways, seal unused rooms
This truly is a bizarre world we live in. The combined law enforcement agencies of the civilized world are directing their combined efforts at hunting down a sinister foreign millionaire and his private army in their secret mountain fortress, and now the cops have discovered Dr. Chaos' subway hideout. When did the real world and the G.I. Joe cartoon weld together? Was it a slow, gradual process, or did it happen all at once?
"He's a geek," Chicago Police Supt. Terry Hillard said after a news conference Monday, adding that Konopka never indicated he intended to harm anyone."Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wagn'nagl dominos."
"In his house in R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits for the pizza man"
Made of People! - Holy moley. Quorn
Notice that on the U.S. version of the page, they don't show this picture. Or this one. Or this one. Mycoprotein, mmm! Man, anybody who thinks we aren't living in the future is kidding themselves. Palm Pilots, cel phones, speaker magic,the Kegelmaster 2000(pic) and now... Quorn. Welcome to the 21st century, baby.
So Where'd The Accent Come From?
Paper: Birth Certificate Shows Miss Cleo Is From L.A.
FORT LAUDERDALE, Fla., March 15 — A birth certificate obtained by the state shows the woman marketed on cable television as Jamaican psychic Miss Cleo was actually born in Los Angeles, the daughter of American parents.
Also local is this cool gizmo that sniffs your butt for explosives and sees right through your clothes. Just like Superman.
US Army seeks nanotech suits
The goal of MIT's new Institute for Soldier Nanotechnologies is to "greatly enhance the protection and survival of the infantry soldier using nanoscience"
Which, of course, is laudable, in my opinion. Taking care of the grunts is a very good thing. And even though thinking about all the money spent on war leaves the repressed (and unrealistic) peacenik in me feeling sad and kind of queasy, the Science Fair geek in me can't help but love this stuff. The approach they're taking as regards camoflauge is pretty astounding, don't you think? Invisibility suits. I want one.
I don't know about that ferrofluid-filled fabric, though. Granted, this stuff is way beyond my feeble little brain... but exposure to an external magnetic field will turn our uniforms into splints? Umm ... nobody tell the enemy about that, okay?
Random Scotto webpage info... top keyword searches that landed on my website in the last 24 hours-
- 3 - Google her melons 50.00%
- 1 - Yahoo dictonary progress 16.67%
- 1 - Google wench 16.67%
Breakdown since this year started - (redundant ips removed)OS
- Win 98 250 51.33%
- Win NT 160 32.85%
- Unknow 29 5.95%
- MacOS 24 4.93%
- Win 95 23 4.72%
- Linux 1 0.21%
browser
- MSIE 441 90.55%
- Mozilla 36 7.39%
- Netscape 10 2.05%
Countries -
- US Network 174 35.73%
- US Commercial 146 29.98%
- Unknow 81 16.63%
- US Educational 11 2.26%
- Canada 9 1.85%
- France 7 1.44%
- United Kingdom 6 1.23%
- Germany 6 1.23%
- Denmark 5 1.03%
- Netherlands 5 1.03%
- US Military 4 0.82%
- Australia 4 0.82%
- United States 3 0.62%
- Spain 3 0.62%
- Belgium 3 0.62%
- Hungary 2 0.41%
- Brazil 2 0.41%
- Switzerland 2 0.41%
- Finland 2 0.41%
- Sweden 2 0.41%
- US Organisation 2 0.41%
- Mexico 1 0.21%
- Argentina 1 0.21%
- Greece 1 0.21%
- Japan 1 0.21%
- Russian Federation 1 0.21%
- Czech Republic 1 0.21%
- Italy 1 0.21%
- Poland 1 0.21%
1. What was your first job?
Tavo Viva in the Boynton Beach Mall. I had a lot of fun there with friends,but swore off fast food for about a year after working there.
2. Have you ever had an affair or fling with someone you worked with?
Yup, and it lasted all of 3 weeks. Breyer... a lovely girl, but liked to date around. Not for me.
3. Have you ever shoplifted? If yes, what did you steal?
Yup, a batman on a motorcycle toy when I was 6 or so from a five and dime. My dad found out about it, and gave me a talk about what Batman would do if he knew I took it... and he gave me a stern spanking too.
4. What was your favorite childhood toy?
That's tough. Boy-dolls, I think...(those insecure about their sexuality call 'em action figures) Hulk and Spiderman, and Legos.
5. What are your plans this weekend?
If my back is better, and if my sweetie is going out with the girls... I'll try to hit the movies. otherwise I'll hang out at home and chill. I need to put some manuscripts into the mail, and send off a goodie bag. (long overdue)
Nice Comic book / Cartoon resources at http://heroicimages.comixtreme.com/I'm in superhero heaven. Starro was on Batman Beyond tonight, and
Gorilla Grodd and gorilla City was on Justice League.
Ahhh... nostalgia.
There are three lifeforms that I tell I love frequently, and I mean it more than words can convey.
All are Libras. 2/3 of them have red hair. 2/3 of them are male. 2/3 of them share my last name. 2/3 of them do not live with me. 2/3 of them I tell on a daily basis. 2/3 of them speak fluent English. All of them know how I feel. All of them reciprocate those feelings. I'm a very lucky person.
In the order that I met them... my brother, Newton, and my sweetheart. Each has brought special things into my life, changing it for the better. I like to think that I've helped their quality of life, too.
I ask anyone who reads this to tell someone they love that they do. It doesn't matter if they know, tell 'em anyhow. They'll appreciate it, and you'll feel good for saying it.
http://and.doxdesk.com/parasite/ - checks your browser for parasites! groovy! thanks to
for clueing me in to it.
totally unrelated name meme
gregory:
You strive for perfection and worry when things don't turn out just so. You enjoy doing a job well. You tend to procrastinate. You enjoy a challenge. You can take thought-directed actions. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You need to learn proper evaluation of labor and work. You can be either a compulsive worker or a professional loafer. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. You have a lack of confidence in your mental abilities and do not like being forced into giving your opinion. Your independence and freedom are important to you.
prescott:
You don't fair well under inharmonious conditions. You are very peace loving. You can get very upset when you are frustrated. You have a lack of confidence in your mental abilities and do not like being forced into giving your opinion. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You try to be prudent. You have good business acumen. You are clever, inventive, imaginative and youthful. You enjoy socializing. You need to learn flexibility. Your privacy is important to you. You have a rich inner life. You need to learn faith in place of fear.
von berg:
You have difficulty getting emotionally close to others. You believe in live and let live. You are future oriented. You need to learn flexibility. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You are a constructive thinker. You have a need for monetary security. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You have a lack of confidence in your mental abilities and do not like being forced into giving your opinion. You need to learn proper evaluation of labor and work. You can be either a compulsive worker or a professional loafer.
newton:
You tend to be critical of yourself, not always expressing your true desires. You have an interest in health and health matters. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You have high aspirations and a cheery disposition. Your privacy is important to you. You have a rich inner life. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr.
jellybean jalepeno:
You have a love of travel and adventure, and you enjoy sports. You also have a very strong sense of fair play and want justice. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You must learn the lessons of self-worth; learn to love yourself before you can love others. Your independence and freedom are important to you. You are a constructive thinker. You have a need for monetary security. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. You need to learn discriminating justice and fairness. You have a need to be up front. You must learn the lessons of self-worth; learn to love yourself before you can love others. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You have a talent for working with people on a one to one basis. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. You need to learn flexibility.
Thursday, March 14, 2002
Foundation Health is the worst insurance I've ever had. I just had to pay $58 out of pocket because foundation doesn't do refills on the same sort of meds more than once every month. I only got a week and a half's worth, so when I went to refill, no dice. (On insurance, it'd have cost about $20). On my old insurance it'd have cost $5, and I wouldn't have to deal with any time-span hubbub. If I had a doomsday machine, FH would be a molten heap of slag.
Fark 'em. I'm going to Blue Cross / Blue Shield, anyway. Just a warning to anyone that has it. *Change it*. The copay is cheaper on BC/BS, and they're reliable. My doc also warned me against foundation the time before last.
One of my duties when I return to work is to get as many people to change off of FH. I'd love to get the whole company to switch. Spread the word for me, if you think of it. you'll be helping out anyone who changes.
and now, a nap with mah sweetie to comfort me.
I wish I had a giant roman tub, big enough for two. I think that'll be a purchase I make when I own my own place.... or an indoor jacuzzi. Something big enough to soak and float in some hot water, and to share with my sweetheart, too.
Dreams of owning a pet grooming store last night...weird, because I really have no interest in that as a career. Newt, Blackie, Zen and Kringle were models for the place in our ads.... with bows and painted nails. Totally sissy looks for such butch little boys., but I imagine they suffered through it for our cause. The place was very successful... I guess it's because I've had critters on the brain lately. (The legion of superbabies, and all that).
Here's an unusual proposal for archiving the collected works of mankind on what is, you must admit, a pretty enduring medium...I what sort of changes they would wreak? Certainly will last longer than any CD-Rom.
Wednesday, March 13, 2002
the poem is mine, the poem tag came from - prionix
Tell me if you do one? I want to see as many as possible. I'm gathering them in an album here
assorted links of interest
via PAP-
Bubblegum Ally --in San Luis Obispo. What would normally be a generic alley between two stores downtown is turned into a twisted art experiment by people plastering the walls with gum. A recent addition seemed to have been made on Valentine's Day.
The one one the far right showing the scale is truly awesome.
via bleu
Time Magazine's gallery of cinema covers from 1924 to 2001 - the older ones are the best.
Remember how everyone's socks were getting rocked because the universe was discovered to be turquoise (if perceived by the human eye) back in January? Well, it turns out that it's not turquoise. It's beige. The color of the universe was previously (and mistakenly) believed to be turquoise because the software used in the project to determine what color the human eye would see mistook a pink-looking point for a shade of white. Whoops!
finally, a followup on dooce's termination for having a blog (among other things... clogs and socks!)
Pupils of a Kansas School Quench Their Thirst After the Manner of Horses.
Topeka, Kan.-The manual training school is to be equipped with a newfangled drinking arrangement for the pupils, which Judge T. F. Garver, of the school board terms a "horse trough" arrangement.
The new drinking system is a cupless, dipperless affair, supposed to be highly sanitary and the latest thing in school drinking fountains. Instead of a cup or dipper, one who wishes to drink bends over the fountain and plunges his face, or part of it, in a bubbling stream of water forced upward through the fountain much like an artesian well.
It is really an adaptation of the old fashioned country school way of holding the cupped hand over the spout of the pump, while another pumps, and when the cupped hand is full of water, plunging the chin, nose, and forehead, if necessary, into the water, if the hand is big enough, while the thirsty one drinks.
These "horse trough" drinking fountains have been tried at the summer school and Supt. Whittemore reports that they are an excellent device. The special advantage is that the persons who drink do not use a common cup and there is no danger of communicating disease.
Minnetonka Record, February 3, 1905
Queer California Disease.
Which Causes "Natives" to View the Rest of the Country as of Little Consequence.
When my wife and I came to San Francisco from New York we expected to settle, if not permanently, at least for a long time, but we have since changed our plans; why, the public might be interested to know, as our case is a typical one. We discovered that this part of the country is infected with its own peculiar affliction, which is of endemic form-a "native-born" product of the state, writes a correspondent of the San Francisco Argonaut.
Californianitis is principally a defective sense of proportion. We have no doubt that California is a big state, and that Californians are called to big things, but the native sons of the golden west might do well to remember that there is something else besides their state, and that there are some other people, and good for something besides serving as trinkets in their hands.
It had never occurred to us that we were "easterners" until we found ourselves chained to the triumphal car of some native daughter of California as she passed to her drawing rooms showing us as the victor's spoils. We found ourselves declared foreigners, and called upon for daily largesse of dutiful homage.
We look in vain for justifications of distinctively American pride, or developed Californian originalities; in fact, the chief things held out to us as the glores of California are the missions (which are Spanish), the Chinese quarters (which are oriental), the Mexican restaurants (which are half-breed), the the kaleidoscopic scenery (which was here some years before Californians).
The Californian refuses for his state the modest place claimed for itself by every other in the union, abreast of its sister states, but, on the contrary, insists upon for it an isolation, golden-haloed, though at times he himself be conscious that the golden halo is only plated wire.
In a recent issue of a San Francisco daily paper we read an editorial on the yacht races for the American cup, in which the editor mildly suggested that San Francisco might be a better place for the races than New York-there is certainly wind enough to swamp the yachts, but what about the fog?
This is funny enough; but irresistible is the idea of the chief objection he foresaw New Yorkers would make, the loss of trade brought by visiting enthusiasts-which, by the way, might number 10,000. Isn't this sizing things too much by local units, when it takes a Dewey parade with 3,000,000 visitors actually to crowd New York, and an extra 100,000 is there a wonted influx of ordinary travelers?
Some time ago a California writer, describing the mission period of Californian history, declared that the Spanish monks had given to the world a new style of architecture and a new form of the art, the mission furniture. The facts are, the mission architecture is nothing but the "barocco" style of ecclesiastical constructions used widely in Spain and Italy in the seventeenth century; and the mission furniture is easily to be found in all the medieval castles of Europe, with only this difference, that the former is made uglier and the latter cruder because of the want of suitable materials and good artisans.
Living in San Francisco would be particularly pleasant if it were normal, but since there is a bacillus here, too, and we must choose between the pains of Californianitis and the pangs of New Yorkitis, we prefer the latter every time.
Minnetonka Record, January 6, 1905
The Decay Of Manners.
We rush through life in such a hurry these days, that there is little or no time or thought for the refinements and courtesies that in the good old days of our grandparents were considered necessary to good manners.
The man or woman who has really good manners, nowadays, we distinguish as being of the "old school."
Unfortunately, the old school is passing away, and there is no new school to take its place.
We seem to be drifting into the idea that good manners are a rather boresome and indefinable something in the way of an affectation which we may put on with our best clothes for weddings, parties and other such affairs, but not to be carried about with us on ordinary occasions.
We have come to regard common courtesy as a time consumer and a waste.
Rapid communications have corrupted good manners, for the speed with which we can travel or transmit news has aroused a nervous impatience of delay which is fatal to courtesy and manners both in spirit and form.
We no longer write the good, long, warm, soul-satisfying letters that were written in the old days.
Formerly letters were dignified and interesting, but now they are neither.
We imagine we have no time to write elegantly and in a spirit of impatience we scribble a few lines to some friend when there is no escape from the painful necessity.
And the letters of today show that their writing is a task, not a pleasure.
Once upon a time it was good manners to hold old age in reverence, but it is not so any more.
Whatever we may actually feel in the heart, our attitude toward the old indicates that instead of regarding them with reverence we consider age the synonym for incapacity and boredom.
It is an age of ill manners in both men and women.
Garish vulgarity taints what is regarded, commonly at least, as the best society.
So far we have sunk that the men of genuine courtesy and polish must balance it with some sort of coarseness or be damned as a "sissy."-St. Paul Daily News 1902
Neat! Prionix linked back to my poemtag!
A note on the scale. Nervous Rex is About 2 and a half inches tall. (or maybe 6 and a third cm, if conversion is right) They're all standing on top of my palmtop because it's a flat surface on rugged bed terrain.The poor fools dont stand a chance against a giant Newtasaurus run amok over their fair city. the carpeted parks, the finely tiled city with it's cardboard spires and giant white "astrobowl"... no plastic life will remain.
Update. Oh... the humanity. The running brown gunman is apparently tasty to giant kitties. Newtzilla has been scrambling around with the poor soul in his colossal feline maw, and batting him all over the mostly frictionless tile like a nightmarish hockey puck.
some music here - http://31337157.com/MP3/
http://31337157.com/MP3/shatner/ has shatner and nimoy singing about bilbo baggins. I may die.
Bored? Swing by my blog, and find out your supervillian name. :) (or you can do it at the batman page at cartoon network.com) Requires flash. (case sensitive...bob does not equal Bob or BOB)
Newton = Scourge.
Scotto = The Fiend, and El Oso = The Spoiler.Found a fantastic comic book database for helping to search for almost anything... like the internet movie database for comics(you can also try this one). outstanding! Also the big cartoon database. Children's Picture book database , science fiction, fantasy and horror book database, not to mention the library of congress again.
That'll keep anyone busy for a week. :)
watching a fast-forwarded animation of the moonrise and moonset...It's a new moon tonight, and it's interesting to me how the sun and moonchase one another across the sky... they share very similar courses and speeds today and tornight, at least from my vantage point. A moonless night sky (be it lit up or not) is strange to me.As a boy, it took me a while to grasp that the moon wasn't a true opposite of the sun, not coming up at night after the sun went down, destined never to meet... (this was well before I learned about eclipses, mind you). Seeing the moon against a blue sky seemed wrong... like it was lost, or cheating somehow. to my kid-mind, I wondered if I was imagining it, or perhaps it was some sort of mirage or tricky cloud formation shaped like a perfect circle or crescent.
I still like sunrises that have "sundogs" over the ocean. I love sunsets over the ocean, but I'm on the wrong coast. Very romantic...I think of my sweetheart at the beach, holding hands whenevery I catch a painted sky.
The Universe is an amazing place! I wouldn't live anywhere else.
ski jump game!... very cool. thanks, tarpo!!I did a wonderful triple, and then landed on my head, easily compressing my spine into a solid bone-mass about 1/8
th its original length. ow.
a haiku
snowy powdered ramp
I leap high into the sky
wings become anvils
Hey! Ultrababy-X! does anyone remember him? Super-Newtie does! I wonder if Lexie is ready to pass her membership in the legion of super-babies on to her younger sibling? A year ago, we mentioned that this baby can dig holes at an incredible rate and is destined to lead us to an underground utopia and a new age of enlightenment. Perhaps that's why he is known to the children as Ultrababy X. I think he wants to recruit little Lexie into his legion of Superbabies.
How many people want to add an infant or cuddly pet to the legion? There is the Legion of Superbabies and the Legion reserve, comprised of Fuzzy babies, led by Newton. (Herschel, Buddy, and Buzzito are all honorary members...) How about the rest of you guys? any baby/pet piccies to add to the list of the Pee-wee crusaders?
a year ago, bigfoot was sighted.
Hmm... also, a year ago, gnomes on snailback were a project. I wonder where they're at these days. :)
I'm craving cadbury eggs, and chocolate bunnies filled with marshmallow cream. The tastes came to me last night in a dream... my dreams frequently cover all the senses, I remember smells and textures frequently. The pressure of someone sitting next to me on the bed, or her breath on my neck. good dreams. My heart's a-flutter thinking of her scent of egyptian musk or lavender. Fantastic... I salivate a bit like pavlov's dog contemplating it. I'm burning nag champa now, which soothes me to no end.
On another tack, I'm thinking about redoing my website again...I got off to a false start some months ago, before big brain kicked the bucket... I'm thinking of starting over from scratch, using CSS to do it all up right. I've seen some nifty design elemends here and there, and I can still keep it text-browse friendly. I don't want it to look like the other gazillion pages out there... something to make it distinctly my own. Subtle, without all the freaky java bells & whistles, unless it serves a solid purpose, or is just on a page o'fun... I'd like to add a games page and maybe a poll / sketch of the day. I'll have to consult my sweetie on design...she's superior at color schemes and general artistry. The nice thing about CSS is that i can shift the look and feel of all pages at once, should I get antsy about a theme. I have a few ideas... a cave with petroglyphs to navigate around is one of the old ones, and maybe a sandy-beach background with images "drawn in the sand". Now that I have the digicam, maybe a photorealistic set of icons, too. I really like mootpoint's new design (warning, a boat of popups), and sweetalyssm's casa's layout with the right-side menu are both examples of the sort of quality I'm looking to shift to from my website. No rush, in mind, really, but I'd like to add more content. As it stands, my page hasn't really been shifted in a few years, save for the addition of my livejournal and blog. I don't think I'll use frames as much, though. More flash for those that can use it though. I've picked up quite a lot of handiness with it, though the folk I know are still a light year or two ahead of me yet.
There's a good article about the late comedian Bill Hicks on Salon. (right after my complaining about salon's content, no less, my complaint about reading it online is the pre-article ad.) I still have a link that's a quote of his on my website... the rollercoaster comment on the bio page. Hicks was a terrific comic, as black and profane as anyone not quite at the receiving end of an instant lynch mob could be, but with a core of righteous anger and truth that made sense of his attitude. He was insulting and even cruel because his disgust and rage at the world he lived in was so deep and heartfelt, yet his hope for a better world was intense enough to compel him to change things the way he best knew how: on stage, in front of a microphone, grinding it out night after night. I used to be a bigger fan of him than I am now, much like how I feel about George Carlin. Hicks died before he could succumb to Carlin's bitterness, but the element was there. I do admire the hope that poked through the cracks on Hicks.
Anyway, give it a read. The section towards the end about the differences between the U.S. and U.K. editions of a new biography on Hicks is especially amusing.
SITURPS
are not a form of exercise leading to belching, but is in fact the acronym for Silly Internet Toy Universal Role Playing Game! (he changes plural like a rally driver in a chicane!).
Step One: Character generation! Go to http://www.rain-street.org/fightcrime.htm This will generate two PCs, one male and one female. Pick one (optionally, two players generate their PC at the same time.) Your motivation is that you fight crime.
He's an otherworldly voodoo werewolf searching for his wife's true killer. She's a psychotic insomniac snake charmer with a knack for trouble. They fight crime!
Step Two: Name That Character! Go to http://title.flywheel.org/ and generate a name and a title.
He is Lieutenant of Yngwie Farking Malmsteen, C. Stephen Wheelwright. She is Minor Shah Junior Grade of Invincible Sand Castles, Snoop Doggy B. Heddy Clapton II
Step Three: The Plot Thickener Go to http://www.lifeformz.com/idea/idea.cgi and generate the plot.
A brilliant gang member, a juggler, and a young tight-rope walker wage war against each other.
Step Four: The System Declare what you want your PC to do, and roll a die. On a 1-4, you fail. Otherwise you suceed. You can, however, automatically suceed at an action if you somehow use one of your descriptive words. If a descriptive word is used, mark it off, it can't be used again. I'd say "it can't be used again this session", but you're not going to play this more than once, are you?"Hell, Snoop Doggy B, he's juggling snakes at us! The ravenous man-eating cobras of the Andes!"
"Don't worry! I'm a snake charmer!"
"So?"
"So I can charm the farking flying snakes, dumbass."
"You can't charm a snake when it's flying at you having just been thrown by a psychotic juggler who's waging war on a young tight-rope walker and the brilliant gang member who may just be my wife's true killer!"
"I so can!"
"what, the snake's going to pause in mid air while you blow your flute at it?"
"At least I have a real title! Who the hell is Yngwie Malmsteen anyway?"
"That's Yngwie Farking Malmsteen to you, boyo."
"Whiner."
"Mook."
"I hate these stupid contrived examples of play."
"Me too. Why do we do them? Is it the futile hope of lending some substance to a game which is really little more than a pathetically simple mechanic wrapped in a joke? A quixotic attempt to impose a sense of meaning onto a chaotic and impersonal universe? Why? Why are we here?"
"Let's just say I....hate crime."
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
from - http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/batman
