The Last Whiskey Bar

[Cain]

Five to eleven and everyone accounted for?  What is this bullshit?

[Don Coyote]

This quarter is over, just a final in precalc.
I got time to put ideas to paper for some modifications to OD&D because I suffer from hipsterism.
I made the mistake of looking at the facebook page of a dear friend of mine, whose opinion, used to, mean a lot to me. It made me realize how radically different someone can be when you only see one slice of that person, and now I wonder if I should question my views on HEMA, which are influenced by his. Lucky for me, or perhaps unluckily, think that I have managed to go through life without placing so much stock in the opinions of anyone person that to find them to diametrically opposed, or ignorant of things I understand to be true and right, that the discovery would cause my worldview to shatter. I guess I'm mostly just sad at how jingoist, rightwing, and po'bucker he is, knowing how educated and insightful he is with regards to teaching HEMA.

[Juana]

Five to eleven and everyone accounted for?  What is this bullshit?

An excellent anamoly?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

My classes are over except for finals.

Study study study.

I will probably be posting sporadically and distractedly here and there, in between studying.

[Cain]

Five to eleven and everyone accounted for?  What is this bullshit?

An excellent anamoly?

A suspicious one.  This is the last weekend all of them are here together, as school finishes next Friday.  And as a rule, Friday, not Saturday, is party night.

[Cain]

Also, fuckit.  The Salarian is not built to use most assault rifles effectively.  I am tired of the fucking around - I'm taking an N7 Destroyer with the Typhoon II and Claymore VI into the next match.  There is no kill like overkill.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Restaurant with villager. Better than a night time shrine visit in the rain.

Also im contentedly full.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

The part of my hair that isn't tightly tied down is a peculiar cross between tentacles and curls right now, which makes a casual tumble unlikely.

WTF?

I have never understood why women think mussed hair is un-sexy.

I hate the way my hair looks after brushing. Imma bedhead gal allllll the time. I'm so adverse to hairbrushes that I'm considering a crop, to avoid my hair forming dreadlocks.

[Cain]

I think the London Riots 2.0 just kicked off.  Under my window.  So far, the police are winning, by one broken arm and several face-to-tarmac takedowns.

[Cain]

Fighting's over.  I can tell, because there are more police here now than I've ever seen in London, over a lifetime.

[Don Coyote]

The hell?

[Cain]

Party's officially over.  The Party Van has turned up, which is always a good sign of such things.

Doesn't look like they're dragging away Handcuffed McBrokenarm for questioning yet, though.  Seems fair, since he himself was being mobbed by half a dozen either very vicious plains clothes police officers, or the aforementioned wannabe rioters.

[Cain]

The hell?

Dunno myself.  I heard a bunch of shouting and so looked out my window to see one guy get taken down by half a dozen overs.  Kicking and stomping followed, with additional sounds of fighting from further down the street, and I was just about to dial 999 when one of them shouted "it's the police" and they all scattered.  The police, including at least one plain clothes officer from what I can see, then started beating the crap out of everyone else, and handcuffed the first guy I saw, who, by the way he is screaming, definitely has a broken arm.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Fuck man.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I think the London Riots 2.0 just kicked off.  Under my window.  So far, the police are winning, by one broken arm and several face-to-tarmac takedowns.

Hot damn!