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Mar. 20th, 2007 09:48 amSome geniuses on the other side of the pond have created an Easter Cream Egg you could play football with. Oh, man.
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Today, in Hoo'd Win, we take the scale and dial it up to PLANET SIZED!
Today, two titans of planetary proportions clash in the Hoo'd Win arena: In the Kirby Corner, weighing in at, oh, let's just say one planet, is Ego, the LIving Planet! This menacing world has fought Thor, the Silver Surfer and Galactus, and is a member of that intergalactic legion of greyhairs the Elders of the Universe (Slogan: Get off of my star quadrant, you darn kids!). He had the big goatee before that sucker was cool; hell, he had it before our planet was cool. Enough to live on. Man, that joke just didn't work.
Anyway, in the Moore corner, wearing green trunks, is Mogo the Green Lantern. Mogo is also a sentient world, first introduced in the classic Tales of the GLC story "Mogo Doesn't Socialize". Of course, in the intervening years, it turns out that Mogo socializes a lot; now acting as the home for the Green Lantern Corps' training and recreation facility, he's practically a party planet. Look for him in "Spheres Gone Wild Vol III".
Now, of course, only one of these titanic gladiators can emerge from this conflict unscathed. Who will it be? Which big 'ol rock will reign supreme? You! Make! The! Call!
[Poll #950330]
Today, two titans of planetary proportions clash in the Hoo'd Win arena: In the Kirby Corner, weighing in at, oh, let's just say one planet, is Ego, the LIving Planet! This menacing world has fought Thor, the Silver Surfer and Galactus, and is a member of that intergalactic legion of greyhairs the Elders of the Universe (Slogan: Get off of my star quadrant, you darn kids!). He had the big goatee before that sucker was cool; hell, he had it before our planet was cool. Enough to live on. Man, that joke just didn't work.
Anyway, in the Moore corner, wearing green trunks, is Mogo the Green Lantern. Mogo is also a sentient world, first introduced in the classic Tales of the GLC story "Mogo Doesn't Socialize". Of course, in the intervening years, it turns out that Mogo socializes a lot; now acting as the home for the Green Lantern Corps' training and recreation facility, he's practically a party planet. Look for him in "Spheres Gone Wild Vol III".
Now, of course, only one of these titanic gladiators can emerge from this conflict unscathed. Who will it be? Which big 'ol rock will reign supreme? You! Make! The! Call!
[Poll #950330]
Long and rambly
Mar. 20th, 2007 04:50 pmAh, man. First full day back at work and it's a pot luck. Monkey Boy texted me to let me know yesterday, so I brought in a pasta salad, as I was tired of being the Greek salad guy. Not a Greek guy who makes salad, but the guy who makes Greek salad for pot lucks.
Went over okay, but I should have put more chipotle powder in.
I forgot that it was also roti day, so I have a two dollar roti sitting on my desk.
Was struck by inspiration in the shower today vis a vis Thursday game: Since the ground pounders are incapable of telling the truth to the people we report to, since we will be punished for passing along any bad news, we should simply tell them only what they want to hear, while instead working towards whatever goals strike our fancy. I'm thinking we help depose the local monarchy in favour of the democratic philosophy. The fun part will be having the politicos try to deal with it. They'll probably just think of a way to start a war with the neighbours.
The RPG writer's Salon last week was fun. Ed Greenwood can be depended on to tell stories to turn your hair white. He's such a dirty old man. I love him. Odddly enough, I expected more of a social and less of a panel. Panels are good.eyebeams told his super-awesome Larp story, the one with Jeff & Cliff ejaculating streams of pure awesomeness at each other, while pyat told a tale of sarcophagus sex.
The mega huge project was completed at work (I did my part!) and now, I'm here. It's report card days, so I may need to crash at someone's house. I've got Blood Ties ep 2 arriving at my house shortly.
You ever regret efficiency? Like replying to an emailed query that goes "How do you know so and so?" with "We met through a friend" and then realizing you COULD have said "I was pinned down by American Marines in Beirut back before they pulled out. There was an explosion, and suddenly she was there, riding a motorcycle like some kind of Valkyrie. We tore out of there like something out of a Jim Steinman song; it turned out she was doing courier work for Mossad, and since I was running guns for Hezbollah there was naturally a certain amount of tension, but the adrenaline rush of combat turned out to be just as much a mood setter as any perfumed candles."
Admittedly, the second would have been a lie, but much more interesting.
Feh.
So, back to the grind. I have four day weeks this week and next. Trying to appreciate this. Wish I could have gone for my massage this week, but there's too much money tension for that, even if it is covered by medical. If only it was setup like OHIP, and the care provider could submit the insurance request on the spot.
Went over okay, but I should have put more chipotle powder in.
I forgot that it was also roti day, so I have a two dollar roti sitting on my desk.
Was struck by inspiration in the shower today vis a vis Thursday game: Since the ground pounders are incapable of telling the truth to the people we report to, since we will be punished for passing along any bad news, we should simply tell them only what they want to hear, while instead working towards whatever goals strike our fancy. I'm thinking we help depose the local monarchy in favour of the democratic philosophy. The fun part will be having the politicos try to deal with it. They'll probably just think of a way to start a war with the neighbours.
The RPG writer's Salon last week was fun. Ed Greenwood can be depended on to tell stories to turn your hair white. He's such a dirty old man. I love him. Odddly enough, I expected more of a social and less of a panel. Panels are good.
eyebeams told his super-awesome Larp story, the one with Jeff & Cliff ejaculating streams of pure awesomeness at each other, while pyat told a tale of sarcophagus sex. The mega huge project was completed at work (I did my part!) and now, I'm here. It's report card days, so I may need to crash at someone's house. I've got Blood Ties ep 2 arriving at my house shortly.
You ever regret efficiency? Like replying to an emailed query that goes "How do you know so and so?" with "We met through a friend" and then realizing you COULD have said "I was pinned down by American Marines in Beirut back before they pulled out. There was an explosion, and suddenly she was there, riding a motorcycle like some kind of Valkyrie. We tore out of there like something out of a Jim Steinman song; it turned out she was doing courier work for Mossad, and since I was running guns for Hezbollah there was naturally a certain amount of tension, but the adrenaline rush of combat turned out to be just as much a mood setter as any perfumed candles."
Admittedly, the second would have been a lie, but much more interesting.
Feh.
So, back to the grind. I have four day weeks this week and next. Trying to appreciate this. Wish I could have gone for my massage this week, but there's too much money tension for that, even if it is covered by medical. If only it was setup like OHIP, and the care provider could submit the insurance request on the spot.
