| Too much meta for one hand... |
[Dec. 8th, 2009|01:17 am] |
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While part of me feels that using LJ to repost a forum post that I heard about on Twitter is so meta I should just invert and disappear, I figure that as a fan of the webcomics (check them out here: Looking For Group and Least I Could Do)and of the artist, I should at least try and get this boosted out ot friends. Please boost on out to others - maybe this will hit the right person and something gets done:
Repost of the post from Least I Could Do forums by the writer of the comic:
My mood is less than pleased right now, and I’m going to tell you why.
To start things off, Lar and I will NOT be attending DragonCon in Atlanta this coming summer. In order to understand that, we must go back to a time and place…say, around September of this year.
This was our second year in Atlanta, and it was one of the shows we were most looking forward to. There’s just something about the atmosphere of this show that’s so casual, that you really get a chance to hang out with a great deal of wonderful people.
As last year was so successful for us, we paid for a larger booth this year and intended to do some fun & unusual things with the space. Upon getting to the show, however, someone had setup in our space. Confused, we asked the hall attendants what was going on, and were rudely informed that our booth had been moved.
When I inquired as to where, I was shown the furthest and poorly lit section of the room, with a giant pillar intersecting the middle of the booth. I then proceeded to tell the attendants that this was unacceptable, not only because of the move but because of the new location.
Despite the fact that I had announced where we were setup weeks leading up to the show, I would’ve been fine if we were moved to a location similar to the one we lost. But this was unacceptable.
The attendants, once again, were rude and told our crew that we could take the new spot or we could go home. This wasn’t their problem. Still calm and polite, I asked if there was someone else we could speak to, because we did not deserve to be spoken to like that.
A couple hours later, we sat on the carpet waiting, a minor functionary came downstairs and repeated what the attendants had told us. Again, I asked if there was anyone else I could talk to.
An hour later, one of the board members of the show came down to talk with us.
He apologized for the situation, note that this was the first apology we had received thus far, and inquired what could to be done to make things right. In the end, he generously offered to repay us for the booth, but still allow us to use. It was a good solution, we shook hands and all was well.
At the end of the show, I again thanked him for taking care of the matter, and we signed up for the next show gladly.
Usually how this works, is at the end of a show, you sign for the next one, and a few weeks later you receive an invoice. A month passed, and we had yet to receive a single thing.
Wanting to make sure everything was fine, Randy began calling them. For 6 weeks Randy called, at least 3 times per week leaving messages for everyone. No one called us back.
Finally, we reached someone, and were told that we were not invited back to DragonCon because of the incident. I was and still am shocked.
We are not allowed to exhibit because their staff was verbally abusive towards us, including profanity. We are not allowed because they moved our location without any warning or apology. We are not allowed because DragonCon shoved us in the dark corner of the show.
Let me be clear. Never did I, or any of my staff, raise their voice or even mutter a ‘shite’ under their breath. That’s not how we behave.
I don’t understand this decision, and no one was inclined to explain it to me, only referring to the ‘incident’.
I am saddened by this, but more so that we won’t be able to hang out with the folks who came out to Atlanta to see us. I felt you were owed an explanation, and there it is. We hope to be able to find a show nearby that we can attend.
As for DragonCon, I will do my best to ensure that this story gets out, so others don’t share our fate.
- Because I can. link: http://forums.leasticoulddo.com/index.php?showtopic=31068&pid=1060703296&st=0&#entry1060703296&s=4522190c805007232c5499e21cfeff26 |
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| Movin' and groovin' |
[Oct. 30th, 2009|12:32 pm] |
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Friday funkiness for your enjoyment. This guy can move!
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| NSFW LINKY! |
[Oct. 23rd, 2009|12:47 am] |
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Not safe for work!
Not for the sensitive!
Not for the shrinking violets!
If you don't know my sense of humour, do NOT click or blame me if you *do* click and are offended.
www.getonmyhorse.com/
You have been warned. It isn't porn, but it is another earworm from Weebls and is definitely not for children
Mmm. Sweet lemonade...
Get on my horse...
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| ...and just one more thing |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|02:56 am] |
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JG Thirwell (aka "Foetous") has produced an album called "The Venture Brothers: The Music of JG Thirwell".
Awesomesausce.
Yes, Maiwen, I can and will. :)
Here's the cover, just to tease because I'm a bastard that way:
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[Oct. 21st, 2009|02:20 am] |
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| | JG Thirwell - Music From The Venture Brothers | ] |
Riddle me this: yesterday I was sore, nose was drippy like a faucet, everything hurt, headache (actually felt like ants running through my sinuses <sinii? sinuii?>) sneezed over 120 times (that's when I lost track) and generally felt bad enough to call in and miss a day of work.
Today: slightly stuffed up, no sneezing, no cough, sore as all get out from the sneezing (I feel as though I was Andre the Giants huggable teddy bear) but generally feeling chipper.
Whisky Tango Foxtrot?
I am sooo donating my body to medical science if I can shake off what appeared to be the opening stages of a really bad cold. (Paranoia says "H1N1!" but there's only been a couple reported cases in town)
On the "News That Makes Me Go 'SQUEE!'" front, first episode of Season Four Venture Brothers was shown.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot??
Then I found the key in Jackson Publick's blog: Watch Hank's hair for the timeline.
Yeah. OK. It's still slightly like attempting to watch a long movie when you keep drowsing in and out - just when it starts to make sense, you realise you just woke up again and haven't the faintest clue... Very "Resevoir Dogs" timeline - I guess you could say Tarentino-ish.
Things to look for: Dean is the bitch, Hank is the butch, naked Brock and Hatred is WHAT?
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| Icky poo... |
[Oct. 19th, 2009|09:43 pm] |
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Sick. I hate being sick. I'm such a suck and then I try and brave my way through it. I finally called in sick for work today after much coercing by A. The capper was a non-stop stretch of sneezing, wherein I lost count at 7.... Currently sitting here, full of spicy gumbo, Vicks in my nose (which makes A just want to shudder) trying not to drip snot on the keyboard. Tradeoff is: gawdawful leaky nose versus sneezing constantly....
Drips it is. The sneezing was making the cat jumpy and made my head *hurt*.
Might not get in a fight practice this week - my breathing technique is bad enough without being stuffed full of snot. Not to mention, sneezing with an extra 10 pounds strapped to your head - not smart.
Was able to get caught up on (read as: now seriously addicted) to "Castle". Good show, lots of verve and spirit, Nathan Fillion is great and the whole cast makes the show - yes he's "The Star" but, without *all* the cast members something would be lacking - those two other detectives are a perfect offset for the upper crust Captain Hotpants, and Stana Katic <sp?> helps to keep the poor writer off balance and grounded. I think I truly like it partially for the pithy commentary and one liners, not to mention its a well paced, and so far, well written show.
This of course means that it will be cancelled mid season with no explanation. Such is the way shows that I like go: most end up dying just after I find out about them. *Most*. I'm hoping this one avoids The Curse. Any show with the wit that this one displays should stick around. Not to mention, its nice to see Capt Mal employed. :)
Back to being sick, feeling sorry for myself and I think more Vicks in a bit. Might do the feet trick with the Vicks - might help me sleep.
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| A Regular Fight Practice? |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|12:59 pm] |
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I think I'm going to die - the new guy fighter here is keen. *Super* keen. Aside from a scheduling issue last week, he wants to fight every week. I'm up for that. So up for that.
Couple things though: he hits like a Mack truck and isn't afraid of being hit. He didn't want to quit yesterday until I accidentally laid one shot across his collarbone/pectoral area. My bad, but it had been a good hour and a half of practice. If we can find a winter practice space, we're golden...
Happy thoughts of beating on a keen noob...
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| "Hysterical Bouillabaissez" |
[Oct. 3rd, 2009|12:31 pm] |
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From EW (Entertainment Weekly) Via Fark:
Listing of the 25 Greatest Cult TV Shows:
23. THE VENTURE BROTHERS (2003-present, Cartoon Network) Premise: Jonny Quest on acid: The blinkered, half-assed scientist, Dr. Rusty Venture, stumbles into every kind of trouble imaginable — lame-ass arch nemesis, ghosts, hot rogue assassins — with his brutish bodyguard, Brock Samson, and his two idiot sons, Hank and Dean, by his side.
Why It's Cult: It swallows a whole host of pop-culture influences — the aforementioned Quest, comic books, Scooby Doo, spy flicks, pulp heroes — and regurgitates them as a hysterical bouillabaisse. Plus, Patrick Warburton voices Brock, which automatically equates to awesome. —Marc Bernardin
"...regurgitates them as a hysterical bouillabaisse."
"...equates to awesome"
Yes. It does equate to an awesome hysterical bouillabaisse.
If you have not seen it, YouTube yourself some snippets. If you have seen it and do not like, well...I understand. You'll just have to feel the lonliness and shame of not being in on the joke when we look at each other and go "What did I do? What did *YOU* do?" in a suspiciously Ray Romano like voice.
Not to mention:
12. THE TICK (1994-1997, Fox) Premise: A big, blue nigh-invulnerable lunkhead named the Tick patrols the City, battling villains like El Seed, Chairface Chippendale, and the Breadmaster, and making life difficult for his live-in sidekick, Arthur.
Why It's Cult: It sits alongside Pee-Wee's Playhouse, Looney Tunes, and The Magic Garden as one of the more subversive kids shows ever put on TV. Its lunacy — overseen by Ben Edlund, who created the Tick comic book and went on to write some particularly inspired episodes of Angel and Firefly — made the entire concept of Cartoon Network's Adult Swim possible. —Marc Bernardin
10. FARSCAPE (1999-2003, Sci Fi) Premise: Astronaut John Crichton (Ben Browder) is held captive on a spaceship manned by escaped prisoners — including a Klingonish warrior, a blue-skinned priestess, and what looks like a giant Fraggle.
Why It's Cult: Because it picked up where Babylon 5 left off: A solid, intricately plotted ship-based odyssey that engaged a tiny legion of fans. That fan passion has prompted continuations in miniseries and comic book form. —Marc Bernardin
Of, course, how could we forget the best gorram series in the 'verse?
6. FIREFLY (2002, Fox) Premise: Long into our future, a ramshackle crew aboard the Firefly-class spaceship Serenity try to scrape together a living in deep space, whether lawfully or not so much lawfully, while avoiding the authority of the Alliance.
Why It's Cult: Creator Joss Whedon's cast teemed with instantly relatable characters, the story pulsed with intrigue, and the dialogue crackled with a unique mix of old West patois and Mandarin profanity. So of course Fox cancelled the show after its 11th episode — but it lived on in the 2005 Universal film Serenity, and a series of comic books. —Adam B. Vary
Whut? You thought it was going to be number one? It is for me - just because EW puts a "6" beside it doesn't de-rate it in my book...
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| Ugh. |
[Sep. 22nd, 2009|02:26 am] |
Been hiding from posting and email for a while...no real reason, just have been.
I think part of it is work - while my job is OK (so NOT making a career of this), the pay is... meh. Just enough. Just.
The work is by turns OK, good, great and frustrating. I mean, I've gone from being called a "white,honky, cracker trick playa" to having a standing date with a young lady in Long Beach, CA simply because I answered the phone, was a calming voice and got her service faster than the last person that left her abandoned.
Of course, I ascribe to "leave none behind", something that, while my employers believe in "leave no one stranded", I don't think that they would go as far as I do...
I'm applying at more places, to see what I can find that's better money-wise. Don't care what I do, as long as I get paid. Except phone sales - I don't think I could do that again.
Other than that things are OK. Van is still running, I have my health, parents are alive (I think - mom is down south [not surprising - it's my birthday, so of course she's away] and haven't heard from dad in a while [pretty normal there]), etc, etc.
Updates to follow, sometime soon. 3-12 is a draining shift I find, especially after 10 years at it.
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| Murphy is a bastard. |
[Aug. 12th, 2009|01:07 pm] |
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So we were going, then not going, then going and now we are not going.
First off, I'm OK. Was a little wound up when I got home, but I'm alright.
Second off, brakes went on the van last night on the way home from work. Not sure what the problem is, but it is not drivable even in town, and I have no idea how much its going to cost. I'm hoping that it's just a brake line and not the master cylinder or the actual manifold. Whatever it is, it's getting hard to find parts for Binky as (s)he's now 17 years old; the last repair was only affordable because they welded the old parts instead of replacing.
Either way, it means no trip to BH.
The offers of help were appreciated, but it's not going to happen no matter what.
Being an adult sucks.
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| Surfacing from the deeps... |
[Aug. 8th, 2009|01:08 pm] |
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It's been a long time since last post, much has changed, some has stayed the same.
New job. The work itself is OK, but the pay is borderline. $2 an hour more would be better. It's a contract job too, with an option of "we might keep you permanent if you do good". So, I need to start looking again, just in case. I'm doing well at it, better than others so there's a good chance that I'll get kept on, but at the same time, one never knows.
Van died, has been resurrected. Need to start looking for something else on that front eventually.
Probably not going to BH. That sucks, but that's the way it is. We could just say "fuck it" to the bills and go, but what with what I make (see about about how $2 more an hour would be better) it would mean being in disarray. I'd really like to go, see friends, have a good time, but... Gas also jumped to $1.03 a litre yesterday. That would mean it would cost almost $300 in gas, never mind food, beer, etc. It would be one whole pay for me, just on the trip. And rent is due that weekend.
<sigh>
Being an adult sucks. And I need a better job. Did I mention that already?
Anyhow, I don't go online much after work - I spend all day looking at a screen and talking to people (Americans!) so when I get home, I don't really want to talk to anyone for a while.
I get some good customers: one woman wanted to take me out to dinner when I was able to cover her service and get her a 35 minute ETA.
I get some bad: the customer and her friend had a conversation that went like this (with me on the phone at the time)
"Have you seen my registration?"
"No."
"C'mon youw fat cow, wheah the fuck's my registration?"
"How the fuck would I know? It's youw cah. So fuck youw!"
"Did youw just say fuck youw? Welh, fuck youw too!"
"No, fuck youw!"
"No, fuck youw!"
"No, fuck youw!"
"No, fuck youw!"
"No, fuck youw!"
"No, fuck youw!"
"Go fuck youwself!"
"No, youw go fuck youwself!"
"No, youw go fuck youwself!"
"No, youw go fuck youwself!"
Fine, you can fuckin' wahk, youw fucking cow!"
(for those keeping count at home that is 17 uses of "fuck" and the passenger just told the driver she could walk)
At his point the passenger leaves the cah (excuse me, caR) and the driver comes back and sweet as pie asks if I can find her with just her name. I have to admit, I did get a little snarky and said the following:
"Yes, ma'am, I can search by the last name of the registered owner of the vehicle. I was going to tell you so, but I didn't want to interrupt your fascinating discourse. Now, what is the last name of the registered owner?"
The customer became very quiet, until I asked the address where she was. At that point she deafened me by screaming at the her friend "What the fuck is address heah?" to which her friend replied "XXX Main St. Go fuck youwself"
Stay classy, Massachusetts. Stay classy.
Other things from work that I can talk about that won't get me fired:
Boomhauer, the mumbling character fron "King Of The Hill" is alive and well and operates a tow company in Tennessee.
Alabama is filled with nice helpful people who think you're the bombdiggity, yo.
Arkansas is a desolate wasteland where people live in isolated hollers feeding off of wandering feral pigs and the occasional lost tourist. This includes Little Rock.
In Kansas, the entire state pretty much shuts down at 9 PM Central.
SoCal (Southern California) is essentially one large city with some spaces that haven't been filled in yet.
People really do go by the following names outside of books, TV and movies: Mongo, Maddog, Tinker, Old Roy, Young Roy, Raven, Crow, Wolf, Wolfie, Joe Bob, TowJoe. And they all drive tow trucks.
Funniest name for a road service company (they do door unlocks, jumps, tire changes) 'Better Than A Brick"
Best name for a tow company is a tie between "Tow Jam" and "Hilly's Hooker Service"
There is apparently a towing company operating called "Enterprise Tow". Trucks are number "1701" "1703"... Yes. A StarTrek themed towing company. Really, I shit you not.
Current celebrity count: 4. I can't say who, not allowed, sorry, but holy crap....
Paladin Road Service is operated by geeks. I once recieved a verbal sign and gave a counter sign and now have geek cred with Paladin.
The only cure for New Jersey is to nuke it from orbit. We'll probably take out New York too, and that's a pity because they're OK there. Jersey is... well, there's jokes abotu Jersey for a reason.
My name is on a list. I can't say who the list belongs too or why, but just know this: I'm never going to <redacted> because <redacted> has a <redacted> <redacted> on <redacted>. It's not a bad list but is <redacted>. :)
That's enough babbling, time to get ready to rock the 3-12
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| Space Bat, Hero To Us All |
[Mar. 22nd, 2009|11:36 am] |
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All hail SpaceBat! During the shuttle launch on March 15, NASA discovered a bat clinging to the outside of the main shuttle tank. The shuttle launched, bat still clinging on... NASA had a rather dry report on it (http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/shuttle/shuttlemissions/sts119/launchbat.html)
but I think the best is what was posted at Gizmodo (http://i.gizmodo.com/5173385/shuttle+riding-bat-dies-the-most-glorious-death-imaginable) along with this eulogy from a staff writer, Jon Herrman Bereft of his ability to fly and with nowhere to go, a courageous bat climbed aboard our Discovery with stars in his weak little eyes. The launch commenced, and Spacebat trembled as his frail mammalian body was gently pushed skyward. For the last time, he felt the primal joy of flight; for the first, the indescribable feeling of ascending toward his dream—a place far away from piercing screeches and crowded caves, stretching forever into fathomless blackness. Whether he was consumed in the exhaust flames or frozen solid in the stratosphere is of no concern. We know that Spacebat died, but his dream will live on in all of us.
ALL HAIL SPACEBAT! WAES HAEL! DRINK HAEL! May you find your rest and fly among the gods!
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| The Coherency.... |
[Mar. 10th, 2009|11:56 am] |
So looking back at what I posted already, that covers the high points for me. It was great to see friends, especially those that I haven't seen in a long time, be it because of time, distance or "issues".
I have to admit that while it was neat that Tsivia was getting elevated, I didn't stay in court for the whole thing - I couldn't. I was pretty pooped (especially since I'd had the dipsy doodle roller coaster I-think-I'm-gonna-puke feeling from sugar crash because I didn't eat enough for brekkie [toast with PB and an apple aren't good enough? What?]) So I had to head out and wander, sit with my friends (I *know* they won't cover me in marker if I pass out). I got to hear most of Gann's idea for the jerseys and Oh YEAH, DO WANT.... Do you think they can fit "Thorsteinn bjarnylyr Sveinnson" on the back? Maybe I'll shorten it to Thorsteinn Sveinnson or something shorter. If only there was a nickname for Thorsteinn that was shorter.... Hmmmm wonder what that could be....
Anyhow, the whole elevation got me thinking, then got V thinking and now I have homework. I have to submit to him what I would want for my elevation. I snorted and laughed at that - me get elevated? Southbound pachyderms, not just porcines....
I've been told that the dozen strippers in tear-away garb are out, no brass poles, Dita von Teese cannot pop out of a cake, Blind Guardian and Tyr will *not* play me into court, no fireworks.... See what happens when I think about it? I get all carried away. So, in that case, its going to have to be a hit and run. If I suspect anything, I *will* run. And you guys can't use the "can you be a spear bearer for us?" thing again. Already been done to get me with my Wain. I'm not going to get caught with that again.
Anyhow, this time change has messed everything up and I've realised that it's nearly time to head out for work.
One last thing: sorry to all that we didn' t get to say goodbye - we had to boogie early on Sunday.
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| Winter War. Or, How I Learned To Love Getting Hit |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|11:12 pm] |
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Short post to start - I'm even more sore than I was the Sunday morning. I think it has to do with a 10 hour drive there, sleeping in a strange(ly soft) hotel bed, getting up early, fighting a lot the next day, gorging on steak, partying a bit, then getting up the next morning and freaking about the time change and doing another 10 hour (or a little less) drive.
I'm still tired, so here's the high points:
1. armpits are not meant to be hit. Apparently, something about lymph nodes and toxins that makes me feel like crap for a couple days after.
2. Note to self: Ron is a lefty. Remember this.
3. I'm big. And it's OK to use my size to my advantage on the field in melee by picking out a small, new fighter and cutting him from the herd, then trying a sucker play on him while someone else keeps him busy.
4. Doing the above, while OK, is not chivalrous. Next time, finish him off before regrouping.
5. When Going South, You Must Up Your Game.
6. It is not called Rhino Hiding. It is called Upping Your Game. There is such a thing as "too high" on the helmet.
7. Reminder: armpits collect spears. Bad.
8. New armour should be built that includes something to help with nipples. At this rate, I won't have any left. Every time I fight, I get thwacked in a nipple. Armour pasties maybe?
9. Note to self: Ron is a lefty. Remember this.
10. Thumb goes DOWN when charging, especially when it's two of your friends that you're charging and they like playing rough. (Edit: not that I mind - without them, I'd still be at the "whacking vigorously at a tree" stage.)
11. Charge with COMMITTMENT! Also remember to drop your sword along your back once you've punched through the lines or your kidneys will pay the price a day later.
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| Random late thoughts... |
[Feb. 19th, 2009|02:36 am] |
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Random thought, wierd, but it *is* late....
I like Warren Zevon's music. I do. Strange, as I like metal and goth music a lot too. I like 90% of his stuff (especially the stuff from "Excitable Boy" album) but I absolutely cannot stand "Werewolves of London"
Then again, I am the guy who can't stand Britney Spears and yet found the death metal version of "Baby One More Time" to be abso-freaking-lutely hilarious... I admit, I'm sick...
So, for your late night viewing pleasure and audio assault and battery, I give you "Baby, One More TIme" as performed by the death metal group
"Ten Masked Men"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbr38RQSBuM
A'ight. To bed with me.
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| Starting the week.... |
[Feb. 17th, 2009|10:35 am] |
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| | I'm giving Manowar a listen for the first time... | ] |
Looks like it might be a good start to the week - got some sleep, out-witted the cat (I managed to eat chocolate without her attempting to piton her way into my lap), laughed a lot when catching up on my web comics.
Speaking of which, I had to put my head down on the desk at this and laughed my ass off:
http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20090216
The WOW Shaman.... Heh.
While I'm at it, here's some other links that I've had a peek at that at least made me chuckle:
http://www.tadgear.com/x-treme%20gear/apparel%20main/shemagh_skull_&_crossbones.htm
Yes! A Shemagh with skull and crossbones. I get the feeling that the skulls, along with the edge patternings, are printed on there and not woven in like on traditional ones. Still though, it makes me giggle. that the American forces have adopted these pieces of apparel, made them their own by making OD and tan ones (http://www.specialforces.com/store/catalog/product_27537_Shemaghs.html) , but now this? This is... yeah. Americans are the new Brits... :)
Anyhow, found those when I was bouncing around doing WTF research for a book I read. They mention this that and everything else, but while I can figure out what it is from context, there are times I'd like to see exactly what it looks like, so I've been hopping around various sites looking at milspec gear. There's been a few "OooOOOoo!" moments, but also a couple "DO WANT! NOW!" moments. I might give in and order something, depends on the next comission I get. Oh, and I found a cheap(er) source for paracord, which is also how this all started.
1000 feet for 50$ US, not including shipping... And they have nearly the full run of available colours, including pink. Pink, you say? Why, yes, pink. Custom parachutes are a big business - one just absolutely must coordinate one's lines with one shroud. And one does need those colours for winter jumps so that you're not jumping with white after Labour Day - that would be a fashion sin.
Ahem. Anyhow, time to get out to work - it's going to be a long day whipping my agents back into shape after three days off. I might have to use an actual cattle prod... :)
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| Long time.... |
[Jan. 8th, 2009|11:07 am] |
Been a while since I've posted. Mostly I'm just tired when I get home from work and I've been doing the "leader" thing all day, I really don't want to post to LJ or do all that much - I need some time to make Mr Supervisor go away and Mr Me to come back.
Call it a split personality, but it's just safer that way. :) Mr Supervisor can be a real dick.
Anyhow - season was good - got me a niiice office chair instead of the wooden Chair of Pain that made my ass go numb in about 20 minutes. I took great pleasure in disassembling that piece of work - I don't care if it's 50 years old - it was a piece of crap and I'm glad to be rid of it.
I've been not doing a lot else - haven't had the energy to do a lot when I get home and there's no time before work. Kind of sucks....
I'm starting to get back into the knot-working. Somebody at work asked about a paracord bracelet. I made him one, then 6 more people wanted one too. I don't think anymore will sell, but hey, if they do.... it's $15 in my pocket. I do have two orders though, if I can get pink paracord.
I know where to get it, I just need to get it to me... Looks like R&W Rope might be the place, even though they're in Maine. I just need to call them for prices to see if they can do better than U-Braidit or EBay. If they can, then I might get a bunch of 100 or 200 foot hanks in different colours and then put the bracelets and whatnot on Etsy.
Got a freebie from the owner of the laundromat - somebody left a digital camera behind a couple months ago and never came back for it. He gave it to me for being a loyal customer for the last number of years. Ummm...OK I'll take it. It's some off brand, 5 MP jobbie, but hey. I gots a camera that I can use for stuff. What made me go wooo! was that it has a macro mode. That will come in handy if I start posting examples of the stuff I make.
Anyhow, time to leave - will post more later without the huge-ass gap that I had last time.
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