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Mar. 10th, 2007
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Mar. 10th, 2007 09:44 amDammit, girl, I’ve had enough! First, all that Dissassembling and House of M’ing and that Civil Warring was bad enough, and now this Initiative shit? Girl, what is wrong with you? Can’t I get a month without a giant crossover? You’ve let this Quimby shit get to your MIND, and now, what have you done?
You’ve killed Captain Freaking America! And Alpha Flight’s only got one third CanCon!? I can’t take it no more! You… you… Ah, girl, what you cryin’ for?
Hey, hey, hey… Ah, you know I can’t stay angry with you.
Nah, we’ve had some great times together, haven’t we? Like when Spider-Man got cloned? Nah, the first time. The second, it didn’t work so well. And Phoenix! Yeah, the first time for that, too.
Oh, no, baby, it ain’t just the old memories either. I really loved NextWave. And Runaways is fun, and you know I love She Hulk.
It’s just so hard, girl. I love you, but you gotta stop pushing me away. Please, girl, help me make this work. That other girl’s just too crazy for me.
You’ve killed Captain Freaking America! And Alpha Flight’s only got one third CanCon!? I can’t take it no more! You… you… Ah, girl, what you cryin’ for?
Hey, hey, hey… Ah, you know I can’t stay angry with you.
Nah, we’ve had some great times together, haven’t we? Like when Spider-Man got cloned? Nah, the first time. The second, it didn’t work so well. And Phoenix! Yeah, the first time for that, too.
Oh, no, baby, it ain’t just the old memories either. I really loved NextWave. And Runaways is fun, and you know I love She Hulk.
It’s just so hard, girl. I love you, but you gotta stop pushing me away. Please, girl, help me make this work. That other girl’s just too crazy for me.
Gaming followup
Mar. 10th, 2007 12:46 pmSo, last night's gaming went well. I've discovered that after a work day (or pretty much any day) YHB needs a boost to get through game, so I've taken to drinking a can of the new Tab with dinner.
It does a good job of keeping me going through the evening. Last night's game went well. For those who know not of what I speak, the game is being played in two parts; one week, we're the presidential cabinet of a future American empire, and the next we're a squad of special forces operatives who must deal with the consequences of their decisions. We'd alternated back to grunts from politicians this week, and our mission was to take an active role in supressing a dissident philosophical belief.
The aliens whose planet we're trying to exploit, the V'rit, have a number of nations, one of which is subservient to our interests, the other which is not. The aliens are divided into about nine (or maybe 16) subspecies, each of which appears to have their own reponsibility, and there are a myriad of philosophies (don't call them religions!). There may also be a caste system. The philosophies are particularly hard for us to understand. One of our team members, who was violent and dumb, took some local wowie powder and became illuminated in the ways of one philosophy. Oh, he's still violent and dumb, but less xenophobic to the aliens. He's also our resident expert on the natives, if only because he's less stupid than we are.
The aliens are also addicted to McDonalds. They like McNuggets, which are grown as a single sheet and individual ones punched out with cutters. They exude an oily substance that allows breading to stick better. The GM things about these things too much.
Anyway, last night, as part of our mission to investigate and neutralize the evil philosophy we held an embassy dinner to meet some locals. Once there, some of the big aliens (physically big; they were from the warrior caste, becaue they had axes) invite us on a 'ride along' to root out some of the evil philosophy members.
Oh! Amusing thing. The evil philosophy is technically liberal democracy.
Anyway, the ride along pretty much ended up with us raiding a shantytown, and Paul's character ends up shooting a whole bunch of people, and pretty much setting up a slaughter.
I had fun in my scene with the alien cop/soldiers. I'd learned from the first couple scenes. That lesson? Agree with everything the alien says. You learn a lot that way; if an alien says "You are a sniffer of the president's nether regions", it's likely they mean it as a compliment. Gung Ho doesn't translate well between species.
Lot of fun. We're also trying to deal with the fact that the game is being realistic in that we're encouraged to only report good news to our superiors, which lets us dissemble creatively at the end.
It does a good job of keeping me going through the evening. Last night's game went well. For those who know not of what I speak, the game is being played in two parts; one week, we're the presidential cabinet of a future American empire, and the next we're a squad of special forces operatives who must deal with the consequences of their decisions. We'd alternated back to grunts from politicians this week, and our mission was to take an active role in supressing a dissident philosophical belief.
The aliens whose planet we're trying to exploit, the V'rit, have a number of nations, one of which is subservient to our interests, the other which is not. The aliens are divided into about nine (or maybe 16) subspecies, each of which appears to have their own reponsibility, and there are a myriad of philosophies (don't call them religions!). There may also be a caste system. The philosophies are particularly hard for us to understand. One of our team members, who was violent and dumb, took some local wowie powder and became illuminated in the ways of one philosophy. Oh, he's still violent and dumb, but less xenophobic to the aliens. He's also our resident expert on the natives, if only because he's less stupid than we are.
The aliens are also addicted to McDonalds. They like McNuggets, which are grown as a single sheet and individual ones punched out with cutters. They exude an oily substance that allows breading to stick better. The GM things about these things too much.
Anyway, last night, as part of our mission to investigate and neutralize the evil philosophy we held an embassy dinner to meet some locals. Once there, some of the big aliens (physically big; they were from the warrior caste, becaue they had axes) invite us on a 'ride along' to root out some of the evil philosophy members.
Oh! Amusing thing. The evil philosophy is technically liberal democracy.
Anyway, the ride along pretty much ended up with us raiding a shantytown, and Paul's character ends up shooting a whole bunch of people, and pretty much setting up a slaughter.
I had fun in my scene with the alien cop/soldiers. I'd learned from the first couple scenes. That lesson? Agree with everything the alien says. You learn a lot that way; if an alien says "You are a sniffer of the president's nether regions", it's likely they mean it as a compliment. Gung Ho doesn't translate well between species.
Lot of fun. We're also trying to deal with the fact that the game is being realistic in that we're encouraged to only report good news to our superiors, which lets us dissemble creatively at the end.
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Mar. 10th, 2007 12:59 pmNaughty Super Bowl Sparks Beefs To FCC - March 5, 2007
The Smoking Gun is a nice site that shows what you can do with a few access to informationdocs and a sense of humour. These are a selection of the FCC complaints received after Prince's superbowl performance. Heh.
The Smoking Gun is a nice site that shows what you can do with a few access to informationdocs and a sense of humour. These are a selection of the FCC complaints received after Prince's superbowl performance. Heh.