...I may just have squeed the least-dignified squee ever at realising The Gruen Transfer is back tonight! Right after Spicks & Specks! Squee!

Wednesday is now a joyous day indeed.

ETA: The end of Spicks & Specks? (Prior to folk!Creep, that is.) *DIES AND IZ DED*

...

*resurrects for Gruen*

ETA2: WIL IS WEARING SHOES (AGAIN!) HOW CAN THIS BE?

(I seem to have started liveblogging. Help!)

ETA3: Yay Todd, yay Dan, yay Jane, boo Russell. Also, weird, weird ad. Unsurprisingly.

...disinfectant?!

ETA4: "Australia: we've got dirt." Hee!

"Where the bloody hell are you" -> "Get lost". SO TRUE.

ETA5: ...this is a lot of ETAing. ETAness. ETAstasis? Er, editing.

ETA6: BUT I CONTINUE ANYWAY. BWAHAHA!

"We can't outswim sharks, but we can outswim British backpackers". Or, when faced with zombies and Malcolm Turnbull, you do not need to outrun the zombies.

(Tripping Malcolm Turnbull is entirely allowed. Zombies are not actually a natural feature of our venomous fauna.)

ETA7: Also, there is a web exclusive bit. And soon the whole episode.
So, it's taken me longer than I'd planned on to get around to watching the second-last episode of Battlestar Galactica.

The second half of season 4 has been... well, my summary of episode 11 pretty much sums it up. I imagine that after two hours of Daybreak, part II, speaking will be difficult for some time.

But that bit with Roslin. With Roslin and Adama and Starbuck. A tiny little bit of one scene, that amounts to some walking followed by some standing, should not do that to the viewer. And yet it does, and it's just frakking perfect.

(There is no point. Only flailing.)
So, there was recently a Very Big Spider sharing my abode. The Very Big Spider departed some time after that, which I thought would be the end of that particular spider.

Oh, how wrong I was.

Today, there is not one spider. They evolved. They rebelled. There are many spiders. And they have a plan.

Also, they're tiny, tiny little things, mere spiderlings. Did I mention there's many of them?

As it turns out, my flesh-nomming valuables-gathering tenant wasn't so much a huntsman as a huntswoman, and spent some non-zero amount of time, during which I wondered where a giant spider might've scampered off to, on the forming of babby in my home.

So, um. Yes. There is something more disturbing than the notion of a GIANT SPIDER nomming upon one's flesh, and I now know what it is: the notion of being made into some kind of arachnid Gerber for the growing offspring of a GIANT SPIDER.

(Human! With everything a growing GIANT SPIDER needs for strong fangs and eight healthy eyes, it's what's for dinner. Don't just take our word for it - let's hear what Shelob has to say about this exciting new food!)
With Mardi Gras in Sydney tonight, it's going to be hard to blame Teh Gays for last night's earthquake in Melbourne.

I suspect the fundies will be terribly sad about this.



(Also! Melbourne people! May your floors not be wobbly and your fragile things remain unbroken.)
active_apathy: (Games - Roleplaying - Fantasy/Reality)

GM's Day

Mar. 4th, 2009 08:47 pm
I found about this particular event from [livejournal.com profile] laurenmitchell, and thought it merited an entry.

So: for anyone on my flist who's ever called for spot checks, rolled dice behind a screen, had a carefully detailed plot ruined by an insane player stunt, made a brilliant on-the-fly plot out of an insane player stunt, said 'no' to a ridiculous character idea, said 'yes' to a ridiculous character idea, rubbed their hands together with glee as the Big Bad rolls brilliantly, put the dice aside and made stuff up wholesale, laid a series of deadly traps, engineered a major conspiracy, imperiled the kingdom, robbed the king, beggared the king, deposed the king, betrayed the king, kidnapped the king, killed the king, or any and all of the above with the queen, princess, prince, duke, duchess, baroness, or baron, built a pile of skulls for a dragon to sleep on, gathered a pile of treasure for a dragon to sleep on, created a megacorporation board for a dragon to sleep on, been loved, loathed, lauded, or laughed at for influencing (or not!) the PCs fortunes, played a thousand and one NPCs, scribbled encounter notes for 2-20 kobolds, scribbled encounter notes for 2-20 shoggoths, or had dice, chips, pencils, erasers, or other improvised missiles thrown at them for a truly diabolical plot twist:

Happy GM's day!

Let us all celebrate by hurting our players' characters in places they didn't even know they could hurt, because secretly? They love it when we're evil.





On a less happy 4th of March note, this day also marks one year since the death of Ernest Gary Gygax.
For those of you who play PMOG, who don't quite keep up with various bits of Interwebs news, and who are wondering why the toolbar isn't working, it's because PMOG has become The Nethernet.

Nothing is particularly different, except for the name. The new, working version of the toolbar can be obtained here.
active_apathy: (Planescape - The Lady of Pain)

Dice!

Feb. 27th, 2009 02:10 pm
This poll is probably most of interest to paper and dice roleplayers, but everyone should play. I'm curious to see just how many dice it's (a)typical for people to own.

Feel free to link or repost this poll in your own journals (by pasting "<lj-poll-1356329>" into an entry where you'd like it to appear), as more data makes the results betterer.

[Poll #1356329]
active_apathy: (Politics - Obama - President)

Lolprez

Feb. 19th, 2009 10:30 am
It's possible that the best part of this is Obama's bill signing face, which makes it look like what he's thinking is somewhere between "O HAY I R AKSHULLY TEH PREZ" and "I'M IN UR WITE HOUSE, SIGNIN' UR LAWZ". (Also, possibly, "Remind me to hang FDR in the Roosevelt Room again.")


I don't imagine it's possible he uses a similar expression for such important questions as "Where next, the Lincoln Bedroom or the Vermeil Room?"

...wait, no; I do imagine that.
It's not so much that it was a dull episode of Good News Week, as that it was a fascinating cookery book.

(I'm led to believe I may discover more exciting recipes during next week's episode.)
So, I've been remiss in my TV, er, acquisitionfromperfectlyethicalmoralandlegalsourceswhyeverwouldyouask. I am presently acquiringfromperfectlyethicalmoralandlegalsourceswhyeverwouldyouask the newest episode of Battlestar Galactica, and the first episode of Joss Whedon's new show, Dollhouse.

Because I have been exposed to the Internet for a non-zero length of time, I am now incapable of making consequence-free decisions for myself without some kind of semi-random community consultation involving tickyboxes, even if the appropriate data gathering method for the question is, in fact, not tickyboxes.

As I am also acquiringfromperfectlyethicalmoralandlegalsourceswhyeverwouldyouask a few other things, I have approximately one hour for an LJ poll to decide. So!

[Poll #1349142]
It sounds like a spam title, but it's not. At this very moment, construction continues on a giant, 5000-cupcake portrait of Barack Obama and Abraham Lincoln.

You can watch the cupcake portraiture live here.

Mmm, delicious pixels, om nom nom.
active_apathy: (BtVS - where the books live)

12/02/09

Feb. 12th, 2009 01:08 pm
Happy 200th birthday, Charles!
The following is a dramatisation. Any similarity to persons living or dead isn't entirely coincidental. Events occur in real time. These are their stories.



Phone: *rings*
Conversation: *happens*
Spider: *appears*
Me: *sees spider mid-sentence* ...it's more that-JESUS CHRIST IT'S A SPIDER GET IN THE CAR!
Mother: What?
Me: SPIDER. BIG. ON WALL.
Mother: What kind of spider?
Me: BIG.
Mother: How big?
Me: It'd be impolite to ask. And suicide to measure, unless it's a trigonometry problem.

"You are standing seven metres away from a spider, the legspan of which subtends 1.5 degrees. How big is the spider? How far away should you run? Assuming that nothing can go faster than the speed of light, what is the optimal speed to escape at?

All questions have equal value. Attempt all questions. Show all working."

Mother: Have you given it a name?
Me: A NAME‽ WHY WOULD I WANT TO GIVE IT A NAME‽
Mother: You-
Me: UNLESS I NEED A NAME TO SERVE IT AN EVICTION NOTICE!
Mother: -could-
Me: AND THEN IT'D PROBABLY JUST LAUGH AND TEAR IT UP ANYWAY!
Mother: -call-
Me: IT'LL DECIDE TO JUST MOVE IN FOREVER AND BRING ALL ITS GIANT SPIDER FRIENDS HOME AT ALL HOURS!
Mother: -it-
Me: AND IT'LL TAKE MY FOOD AND NOT PAY ITS RENT AND NEVER CLEAN UP AFTER ITSELF! NO! NO NAME FOR IT! THERE WILL BE NO NAMING! NO CAN HAS NAME! IT AIN'T GOT NO NAME! IT DON'T NEED NO NAME! I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE IT NO STINKING NAME!
Mother: -Atlas.

[a beat]

Me: Atlas?
Mother: Because it could-
Me: Have a detailed world map drawn on it? For all those times I wish Google Earth had fangs and legs and creepy little eyes?
Mother: Because it could hold the world up.
Me: YES. WITH SEVEN GUNS. AND IT'D STILL HAVE A LEG FREE FOR THE CANVAS BAG.
Mother: ...it wouldn't be able to walk.
Me: It wouldn't have to! It'd just sit there and say "FETCH ME YOUR VALUABLES, BIPEDS, OR I SHALL NOM UPON YOUR FLESH!"
Mother: What?
Me: And you'd try to keep something, but it'd know, and it'd just say "OM NOM NOM".
Mother: ...you need help.
Me: YES. SPIDER-REMOVING HELP.
My Internets were just shaped for the last hour and twenty-seven minutes, which is a new experience for me: in other months, I either fit into my quota for the tubes or buy more so that I won't run out (which didn't really seem worthwhile 2 hours before my monthly nargletube ration refreshed).

Hence, this revelation: 64k is slow. Very slow. Incredibly slow. Slow enough that YouTube plays about a note or a syllable at a time. Slow enough that you're stuck reading a sidebar five or six times before the page text can render. Slow, almost as though the tubes have been filled with treacle. Slow enough that you have time in between pages to make up similes involving treacle. Internargles cannot move quickly through treacle. Somebody think of the internargles!

Happily, the tubes are again working at their proper speed. I think I'll go and hug my ADSL2+ now.
active_apathy: (Quotes - Icons not allowed)

Icon meme

Feb. 5th, 2009 12:49 pm
Kidnapped from [livejournal.com profile] kittydesade.

  1. How do you feel right now?



  2. What's your favourite pastime?

    or

  3. Do you consider yourself a strange person?



  4. What's your main fandom?

    , or, alternatively,

  5. OTP?

    I don't really have one, or an icon for one. So. Um.



  6. How do you describe yourself?



  7. How do others describe you?

    It's sometimes hard to say. Others! Describe me!

  8. What's your favourite non-default icon to use?

    This changes rather frequently. At the moment:

    , , and

  9. Do you have an icon of your future spouse?



    (i.e.: no.)

  10. Do you have a LOLWUT icon?



    There are, apparently, nuances of LOLWUT.
active_apathy: (Quotes - Icons not allowed)

Icons!

Feb. 5th, 2009 01:26 am
Or, rather, two of the same icon, based on a thought I had earlier.





And I'm pretty sure everyone knows how this whole icon caper works by now. :)
active_apathy: (Firefox - You can't take the web from me)

Curiosity.

Jan. 29th, 2009 11:37 pm
Dear flist, I find myself curious: do any of you play the Passively Multiplayer Online Game?
Oh, Internet.

Received: from [41.210.26.1] by web111011.mail.gq1.yahoo.com via HTTP; Sat, 24 Jan 2009 05:04:26 PST
Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2009 05:04:26 -0800 (PST)
From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Edward=20Zuma?= <zzumagold@yahoo.com.br>
Reply-To: zumagold@yahoo.co.in
Subject: RE: REPLY
To: imytholin@gmail.com
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Meu novo endereço de e-mail
Agora você pode me contactar através do e-mail: zzumagold@yahoo.com.br

RE: REPLY

- Dear potential buyer,we are local minners that have in possesion 470kg of ALLUVIAL RAW GOLD DUST OF 22 carat quality at %92.7+ In a month,we produce 50kg refined GOLD with ordinary man power skill.but with modern equipments,we can be sure of producing more kg per month. So therefore, a prospective buyer is needed for a long term business venture IN partnership who can help in getting some modern drilling equipments and also in the area of shippment.this he can do after purchasing his desired amount of GOLD DUST in kilogram. We expect you to ask for the details through our e-mail contact address.

With world economies as they are at the moment, the Internet has been forced to diversify from lost inheritances, lottery wins and |1tt|3 b|u3 p1||z into an obvious store of what limited wealth is available. For a short time only, you too could chase after electronic promises of ALLUVIAL RAW REFINED GOLD DUST, but apparently only in kilogram, so those of you in the United States may be forced to learn a sensible system of measures.

Or to, y'know, just throw your money out into the street. It'll have much the same result.

All they need is modern equipments! You invest in them long term! They expect you to ask for the details! They pretend you replied to them to begin with! They didn't actually use exclamation marks, but that's because the exclamation marks all depend on a shippment of the MODERN EQUIPMENTS, which they somehow cannot buy with the ALLUVIAL RAW REFINED GOLD DUST in kilogram. (This shippment of MODERN EQUIPMENTS is also essential for the successful operation of spell check.)

At least the Spanish Prisoner kind of makes sense, seeing as how they're not something you can trade on the open market for.. *checks* $895.30 per troy ounce. Oh. Ounces. If only there were some way to convert GOLD DUST in kilogram to ALLUVIAL RAW REFINED GOLD DUST in ounce. Woe! WOE in kilogram!

Whatever happened to the days when scammers would try to sell you landmarks? Or pieces of geography? Or when they'd just get you to agree to impossible bets? Much more of this modern email scam nonsense, and I'll be just about ready to be parted from all my worldly possessions in some dastardly yet clever way that will leave me penniless, outraged, and somewhat amused.
Dear Mr President-Elect,

"Yes we can" is probably not a Constitutionally-valid response to the Oath of Office.

Similarly, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good" is also right out, except perhaps later, in the Residence. This later event probably should not involve the Chief Justice.

With believable hope,
[livejournal.com profile] active_apathy




Dear Mr President,

Don't keep your Secret Service detail from not letting the door hit you on the way out.

With palpable relief,
[livejournal.com profile] active_apathy




Dear Secret Service Detail for the Soon-To-Be-Former President,

Just 10 years - only 3652 days - until you don't have to see him again either.

With sympathy,
[livejournal.com profile] active_apathy




Dear Internet,

...wow, that's a lot of Inauguration drinking games.

Utterly without surprise,
[livejournal.com profile] active_apathy
o.O


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...!


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:o


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o.O


O.o


:o


(So emote we all.)


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