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RPG Ghetto / Re: Unified Vidya Games thread
« on: March 02, 2016, 08:38:59 am »
For the first time in years, I have a gaming rig. Skyrim is downloaded, modding best practice is being researched.


Does this make it more or less suspicious?

More, because "a pathologist found no injuries internal or external on the body."

So where did all that blood come from, and when did "partially severed arm" start not being an injury?
That was what got me, too.

I'm taking bets I don't get paid for today because the work payroll system doesn't recognise leap years.

It doesn't recognise night work, for the purposes of taking holiday time, so I'm feeling pretty confident about this.


Echoing others' sentiments, Nigel, I am so sorry.

And Roger, I'm sorry to hear about your friend.



Hnnnng tonight I am finally getting my head around a side-channel attack on encrypted data called a Padding Oracle, which I use all the time and am fairly familiar with, but not comfortable enough on the technical detail to explain to someone else, which is the problem I'm fixing with tonight's recap. The problem is that I should instead have gone to bed and as a result I'm glaring at a page full of crypto math and code, angrily sipping whisky and muttering to myself.

Techmology and Scientism / Re: The Darkest Corner of The Internet?
« on: February 10, 2016, 05:41:24 am »
1. You can't see the darkest corner of the internet.

2. You don't want to.

I'd like to nominate Or I've heard the latter is really fucked up.

What about /b/?

Strike that. The darkesy=t corner of the internet is the probably the DEA's website.
/b/? Oh, my sweet summer child, /b/ isn't even the darkest corner of the popular parts of the WWW, let alone the entire internet.

Coworker came into work today with a POPE card issued by Gavriel. So, I guess Discordia is successful now.

Wait. Pepper spray is banned in the uk?

What are pointy sticks banned too?

If you are thought to be carrying it about with intent to use as a weapon then yes, I think they are...

What's next? no closed fists. You might be preparing to hit someone.
I know its hard to put it in context when you live in a place that cant go three months without a school shooting
Shots fired! Only not, because of sensible policy.

Also amazing to see people freaking out over people of colour playing white people. It's ANARCHY.

Listening to the soundtrack of the Hamilton musical on repeat for days now. Highly recommend to all. It's a brilliant, largely hip-hop, retelling of Alexander Hamilton's life.

It's on Spotify, but here's a cabinet meeting on YouTube:

I made a shitty thing to generate character names for Skyrim:
It's on a free-tier webserver so goes to sleep while nobody is using it and takes a while to wake up when you first visit the page.

Some dude on Reddit broke all the character names in TES into reusable components to generate lore-friendly names with. This smashes them back together randomly.

I didn't add a button to clear the generated names from the screen, even though it would take literally two minutes, so for now the only way to tidy up the page is to switch your race selection then switch it back. Edit: Okay, it took less than a minute so I added it.

So, the Happy Families bubble burst today, and I am pleased to report that my employees are actually just as fucked up as everyone else.

Most of them are going on vacation next Monday, and they suddenly all decided they had to get "their side of the story" in with the new boss.  But the new boss doesn't care.  Half of them are cheating on their spouses with coworkers.  I don't care.  The other half are overly concerned about said cheating.  This also doesn't register as important.  I have seen where this goes, and it's a horrible snarl of twisted priorities, but I don't give a shit.

It's really this simple.  We fix the domes.  We get the brain-eating amoebas out of the water.  We clean up after semifunctional scientists and ancient docents.  We don't run tourists over.  It's not calculus.

I am not bitching, mind you.  I am actually quite relieved, as things seemed just a little too good to be true, and now it's way more human.

Hank shuffled into the room. This was an office, once. Long ago, before the Roger times came. Hank remembered an office here some time last month. Now it was a labyrinth of manuals and schematics. Hank couldn't believe there was anywhere enough equipment to justify this much paper. Not in the complex. Not in the state.

He had been hesitant to come in, really. Davis had come in with a welcome and a gift basket earlier in the day and nobody had seen him since. He'd probably gone home. Must have gone home. But it didn't sit right. No, Hank hadn't wanted to come in but he felt it was morally imperative that the new boss know the score.

The room seemed empty. Gradually accepting that Roger wasn't in, Hank let his attention drift to the annotated schematics covering the floors and walls and found that he had trouble parsing them. He narrowed his eyes and moved nearer a document with renewed focus. To his surprise, the content was indecipherable. It was positively arcane and certainly nothing related to any of the equipment he'd ever seen. Paralysed by puzzlement as he was, Hank didn't see Roger emerge from a stack of books until he was upon him, pinning the puzzled engineer to the wall and disturbing the new wallpaper, sending robot pin-ups drifting to the floor.

"What is it, man? Is it the domes?"

Hank blinked and stammered, "I... I... no? What? No. The domes are..." He committed to pushing Roger from him indignantly and straightening his clothes but found this commitment didn't translate into anywhere near enough force to make the man budge. Roger's face advanced upon him and Hank became aware that the new boss was wearing a jeweller's monocle, giving an eerie, inquisitive edge to his stare.

"The domes are..? You were saying about the domes?"

Hank stared in terror. "No, I... well, that is. I thought you should know about what's going on between Laura and James and Karen." He had meant to be more tactful, but circumstances had not allowed for that. Roger released him and turned away dismissively, appearing to immediately lose interest. He took a couple of steps away before pausing and looking back "And you're certain there's nothing about the domes?" The new boss's glare was chilling. "You certainly wouldn't keep anything from me if it were about the domes?"

Hank shook his head desperately. Roger glared a moment longer then nodded his acceptance. "Very well. Back to work. There's no place like dome." His lips twitched a brief smile at the last sentence. Roger gestured to his desk, upon which a gift basket sat. "Help yourself to a little treat on your way out, for your excellent work."

Hank's blood ran cold. Not at the sight of the gift basket, but at the only other non-paper item atop the desk.

Holding down the corner of a diagram of the facility, functioning as a paperweight, were Davis's car keys.

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