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#1
Propaganda Depository / Missing llama flyer
May 26, 2010, 02:51:26 PM
This... I have no excuse for, other than sleepiness.

I'm driving to North Carolina tomorrow ( :x ) so I figure I'm just gonna hang these up at every rest stop I stop at and the con when we get there. The phone number on the tags goes to a rickroll.

It ain't much, but it'll keep me entertained on the trip.

http://www.scribd.com/doc/31989314/Missing-Llama
#2
Bring and Brag / MY BATMANS. LET ME SHOW YOU THEM.
December 17, 2009, 03:37:29 PM
There's a local comic shop in the area (Hub Comics in Union Square, Somerville, for those of you who are in the area and like AWESOME THINGS) that's running an art exhibit called "The Dark Knight on a Dark Night." It'll be opening this Saturday, and I've submitted two paintings for exhibition there. I wanted to do a third, but ran out of time/energy.

Anyways, these are my Batmans. I think the Dark Knight is VERY SERIOUS.





I'm not a particularly talented artist, but I had fun with these. :D


TAGFAIL :oops:
#3
I've been skulky lately, so hopefully this hasn't already been posted... I tried to do a quick trawl to check that it wasn't repost. Sorry if it is.

Anyways: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_banning_divorce

There's a guy in California pushing to ban divorce, since he has noted that California really cares about protecting the "sanctity of traditional marriage." :lulz:
#4
You are FULL of potential, talent, vision... You have such opportunity. You are, of course, wasting it, and you know it, and you are unhappy.

What will you do about it, though? You can make these gestures, you can attempt to break out... But how far are you willing to go? How much are you willing to push and struggle against your bonds? And can you even do it? Are you even in control of your own self, or are you just some tiny creature, huddled and shaking deep inside the cavernous cage that is your body? You're so small and lonely in the echoing emptiness of your shell. No one can hear you if you scream.

You could, I suppose, go crazy and just explode. But even if you did, could you make your shell do your bidding and lash out too? And say you succeed. Will you get anywhere, or will you just dig yourself deeper into the hole? The more you struggle, the more the quicksand will suck you down.

And maybe the person trapped in the cell next to you is trying to get out too. Maybe you're both flailing, going down, fingers clawing for purchase as the light vanishes and the world around you closes over your head...

But no one can hear you scream.
#5
This Saturday.

Be a time traveler.

Bring the lulz.

Then tell us about them.

http://dresdencodak.com/2009/09/10/pretend-to-be-a-time-traveler-day-this-weekend/

I kind of have an internet crush on that guy, so you should go have an awesome time so I can live vicariously through you. :D
#6
Bring and Brag / So I wrote this short story...
June 11, 2009, 05:48:26 PM
...But it's actually pretty long (like 12 pages or something, single spaced) because I'm a tool like that. And now I don't know if there's somewhere on these fine interbutts that I can upload it so's I can link it here?

I'm pretty dissatisfied with how I wound up ending it, but I've been working on it for SO DAMN LONG that it really just HAD to end, for the sake of getting it out. Now I can start fixing things. But, ultimately, it was inspired by PD (there's even PosterGASM in it!) so I'd like to get some feedback from anyone who has the patience to slog through it as to what the fuck I should do with the godforsaken ending.

Also, it'll get workshopped in my writing group next week, which should be interesting. And hilarious. And possibly horrormirthy. We'll see.
#7
Discordian Recipes / veggie nom nom
April 01, 2009, 02:20:00 AM
So I know we're basically all carnivores here, but for those of you who are either adventurous or okay with things like tofu, I shall be sporadically posting the nommy veggie things I make. Tonight turned out fantastically amazing, which was the inspiration for this.

Before leaving for the gym, I diced up firm tofu into bite-size cubes and put them in a tupperware with teriyaki sauce, honey, ground ginger, some red pepper flakes, and a little bit of nutmeg (I had it hanging around, so why not). Went to the gym, came back, got some white rice cooking. Tossed the tofu and sauce into a frying pan and let the sauce sizzle and reduce and whatnot as the rice cooked. It started to get a nice skin on it just as the rice was finishing up.

It came out FREAKING DELICIOUS.

I put down a layer of white rice, then tossed the tofu on type. It was amazingly good--spicy and sweet, a little tangy. Oh man it was great. I just finished my bowl of it.



That tupperware full of nommy will go in my fridge at work and feed me for the rest of the week. Yay!
#8
Or Kill Me / too apathetic to rant right, dammit
March 24, 2009, 08:26:26 PM
I just kinda wanna stab something, you know?

Seriously, it blows my mind how functional I am. I do about an hour of work a day, sometimes a little more if there's something big going on, yet somehow whenever people enter my office they apologize for interrupting me or disturbing me and I am constantly thanked for performing the smallest task, as if it were some insurmountable challenge. I maintain a budget and thus have credit card debt and am able to enjoy the occasional social interaction or frivolous purchase, which seems beyond the capacity of my peers. I maintain excellent grades in the graduate courses I have taken, have received very high praise from professors, and will likely be enrolling in a degree program shortly if only because everyone says I really ought to be so why the fuck not. I run seven minute miles, eat a low-fat low-calorie diet, and wear a size 2. Occasionally I even sync my smartphone to my shmancy fucking laptop.

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK HOW AM I STILL ALIVE.

I feel like at any second I'm going to morph into Edward Norton at the beginning of Fight Club and light my fucking apartment on fire. Or maybe my hair, because it's windy and I really hate when it gets adhered to my chapstick. Or maybe the bus on the way to work in the morning because some jackass keeps hitting me in the face with their fucking backpack.

It is beyond my comprehension how I get out of bed in the morning. I am fairly certain that I sleepwalk through about 98% of my life, and I am not deluded enough to think that I am unique in that.

Everything is goddamn claustrophobic.

But I'm a bit too much of a pussy to act out in ways that might really fuck up my life--I'm not going to crash my car, or stab my roommates, or light my office on fire. I won't steal or destroy tangible things. Instead, I'll act out against people. That's a perfectly safe approach--fuck up people. Act out against them, strike where you have the opportunity and where, when you get right down to it, the consequences are minimal. Just ride that fucking power trip. Sure it's fucked up, but it gets you where you're going with minimal danger.

What does it say about our society when the most socially acceptable alternative is to ruin people, instead of things?
#9
Bring and Brag / Operation: BEARDO
December 22, 2008, 01:34:48 AM
FUCK YES



This was my first attempt. Now I'm making more, since I've learned what not to do. 8)
#10
Discordian Recipes / CAKE
September 19, 2008, 04:02:38 PM
So guys, I am making a cake on Wednesday. I think I've selected a recipe, but I don't usually make straight up white cake. Usually whatever cake I make somehow involves alcohol (boozemuffins, Guinness cupcakes, etc). I'm a little flustered and confused now.

So, does anyone have a preferred white cake recipe? I'm leaning toward a basic white cake I was told is moist, or adapting Amy Sedaris' cupcake recipe to cake. But you kiddos sure do make some tasty stuff, so, POST CAKE ITT.

I will post results come Wednesday. There will be epic win (hopefully).
#11
GASM Command / StickerGASM on Boston blog!!
September 12, 2008, 07:26:04 PM
YUO GUISE

STICKERGASM MADE PHOTO OF THE DAY ON BOSTONIST!

http://bostonist.com/2008/09/12/photo_of_the_day_september_12_2008.php

I uploaded all of my stickerGASM photos to flickr at long last (here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/van_der_cake/sets/72157607246119560/ ) and one of the pictures made it onto Photo of the Day!

HELL FUCKIN' YEAH
#12
Propaganda Depository / New Basic 5160 Labels
September 12, 2008, 05:08:46 PM
More 5160 format labels for all your stickering needs... Both templates are just a full page of each, super basic stuff, but the kind of thing that are really useful to have a whole page of on your person. :lol:

http://www.cwyohba.org/noexit/cramulus/5160_citation_needed.doc --  :cn: but without the color, of course, as suggested by the brilliant TOG. I think you can figure out what to do with these.

http://www.cwyohba.org/noexit//cramulus/5160_actual_size.doc -- ACTUAL SIZE! in a star burst. Again, b&w as great as color would've been... I'm cheap. But anyways, I know there's some billboards around Boston just DYING to get these things stuck on them...

Go forth and prosper!
#13
Or Kill Me / your life
September 09, 2008, 03:05:00 AM
((It's been a while since I've flexed the ranting muscles. This'll be a bit short and sweet I expect, but here we go with heading back toward it... I've been really enjoying some of the memebomb stickers I've been putting up lately, and this is what's come of it.))

DO WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY YOU'VE DONE

For starters, grow a pair.

Make a decision, and then stand by your decision. Don't equivocate or sit on the fence, trying to avoid having to take action and shape your own life. Take action, and then run with it.

You're probably going to fuck it up. It's probably going to go wrong, or you're going to realize that what you thought you wanted isn't actually what you want, and you're not happy.

Who the fuck is actually fucking happy?! Seriously.

But grow a pair and keep TRYING. Don't just keep sitting on your ass, wondering when life is going to wander over and hand you everything you ever wanted. It doesn't work like that. Stand the fuck up, open your goddamn eyes, and take what you want. If nothing else, at least fucking TRY.

And if it doesn't work? If you don't end up happy and satiated like you thought? Then try something else. Keep trying. Accept that you made the wrong choice, and learn from it. Accept that maybe you're not as infallible as you'd like to be, that you are not fucking perfect. But at least be ballsy enough to try, instead of just sitting there thinking "Well, suppose I'm NOT perfect. Why bother?"

Because if you don't bother then you're just some stupid fucking lump that sits on their ass and worships the fucking teevee.

What, exactly, differentiates you from every other sack of meat perambulating across the surface of the planet? Can you think of anything?

Then get the fuck up off your ass and try to find something, make something, be something. If you aren't scared, if you aren't angry, if you aren't confused, if you aren't thinking, then you aren't doing it right. Grow the fuck up and stop waiting for the stars to align for you. Go out and at least partially make up for the space you are stealing, or so help me, I will come after you and put you through a blender so you don't take up so fucking much of it. Stop using my goddamn oxygen! What the fuck makes you think you deserve it?

YOUR LIFE: AND NOW WHAT?
#14
Bring and Brag / Sweet merciful fuck, vandalism!
September 08, 2008, 08:15:44 PM
So I went to visit a cute boy this weekend, and I show up at his apartment and what did he make for me?!



A PTERODACTYL STENCIL. It's on clear plastic, so it's hard to see, but we tested it, so you can at least see the outline.

Here's an example of it in action, with my neon safety orange paint pen doing the honors:



We were going to try it out Saturday night, but Hanna kind of got in the way. So, next weekend. Boston area spags, beware. You never know when or where our pterodactyls will attack. :D

-DC
Has a crush :D
#15
Bring and Brag / Pterodactyls? In MY artwork?!
June 27, 2008, 03:19:11 PM
IT'S MOAR LIKELY THAN YUO THINK

This is a work in progress. It will get completed when I get back from vacation in New Hampshire, but here's some progress pictures. I would like some feedback on suggestions for further shading colors, background, etc.



Making the stencil...



Transferring the stencil to the canvas...



Filling in the background...



Outlines!



And this is where I have it so far. Yellow pterodactyl on a red background. I'm going to shade the ptero more, but I can't decide if I want to do it with some orange and brown or some green and brown, so suggestions, please? Any further suggestions? I'm not really a very talented artist, so it probably won't get a whole lot better than this, but we'll see. ;)
#16
Discordian Recipes / Low Dollah Dinnah
May 30, 2008, 06:21:37 PM
Since we all got worked up about the evils of SPAM, let's discuss some better ways to eat cheaper and better!

I gotta admit, I haven't got much here. I somehow manage to spend a ton on groceries and never seem to eat enough or healthy or whatever. So let's discuss ways to eat on a budget. Also, I would love to hear ideas on how to avoid fresh produce going bad before you can use it (because it's kinda expensive here in the city, and it seems like I'll buy just a tiny bit, use some in my meal, and then when I'm ready to use the next bit, it's gone bad! :cry:).

Here's what I had the other night:

-1 whole wheat tortilla spread with some nayonnaise
-broccoli, asparagus, sweet onion, and arugula stir-fried in olive oil, garlic, red pepper, and black pepper
-dump the veggies onto the tortilla, liberally add feta cheese crumbles
-wrap, eat, enjoy.

I have a flier for the co-op I shop at that says that refried beans in a can are on sale, so I think I'm going to stock up on some of those to augment my new burrito-making habit. Also, beans are delicious. I think beans and/or rice are going to become some of my new themes. Groceries are eating my budget alive. :sad:
#17
Discordian Recipes / pasta della california
May 21, 2008, 03:31:32 AM
pro-tip: the fancy name makes it sound fancier than it actually is!

1/2 lb linguine
3 cups sliced broccoli florets
2 tablespoons olive oil
8 cloves garlic, minced
1/4 teaspoon grated lime zest
1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes (i used almost a full teaspoon, but whatevs)
1/4 cup white wine
1 cup veg broth
2 tablespoons lime juice
salt to taste (suggest 1/2 teaspoon, i just twisted the grinder a couple times)
ground black pepper to taste
4 cups loosely packed arugula leaves
2 avocados (peeled, pitted, cut into cubes)

bring a big pot of water to a boil. once the water is boiling, toss in the linguine.

get a big skillet over medium heat and toss in the olive oil, garlic, lime zest, and red pepper flakes. heat and stir for about two minutes. pour in the wine and bring it up to a boil to reduce the wine, about another two minutes. add the veg broth, lime juice, salt, and pepper. get it boiling again! once it's boiling, drop the heat to a simmer and toss in the arugula.

the pasta should be almost done at this point--throw in the broccoli for about the last minute or so. when it's done, drain.

when the arugula is wilted, combine the arugula/sauce to the broccoli/pasta. toss it around to get everything well coated in the sauce. cook for about three more minutes. add the avocado and turn off the heat. gently toss to get the avocado mixed it and warmed, but without smooshing it.

serve with freshly ground black pepper. spoon any remaining garlic sauce all over the pasta.

it's delicious!

#18
Discordian Recipes / Chocolate Guinness Cupcakes
March 06, 2008, 03:39:04 PM
FAIRY CAKES!

Important: Make sure to follow the recipe in the order it's presented.

Chocolate Guinness Cupcakes

    * 1 12 oz bottle Guinness stout
    * 1 1/2 sticks unsalted butter, melted
    * 1 Tbsp. pure vanilla extract
    * 3 large eggs
    * 3/4 cup sour cream
    * 3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa, plus more for garnish
    * 2 1/2 cups sugar
    * 2 cups all-purpose flour
    * 1 1/2 tsp. baking soda

For the frosting:

    * 1 8 oz. package cream cheese, softened
    * 1 cup heavy cream
    * 1 1/2 pounds confectioners' sugar

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large mixing bowl, combine the Guinness, melted butter and vanilla. Beat in the eggs, one at a time. Mix in the sour cream. In another large bowl, whisk together the cocoa, sugar, flour and baking soda. Gradually mix the dry ingredients into the wet Guinness mixture. Butter 24 muffin tins and divide the batter among them. Bake 25 minutes, until risen and set in the middle but still soft and tender. Cool before turning out of the tins. Makes 24.

To make the frosting, beat the cream cheese in a bowl until light and fluffy. Gradually beat in the heavy cream. Slowly mix in the confectioners' sugar. Top each cupcake with a heap of frosting and dust with cocoa.



I had to bake mine for about 35 minutes, but, you know, life's tough.

I actually have pictures, which I will post tomorrow or something, but they are currently still on my digital camera, which is still on my bed side table. So. Another time.

They are cute, because if you do not dust on cocoa, they look like little Guinnesses--dark and cylindrical, with white fluff on top! :D
#19
Bring and Brag / Moar fotos!
February 19, 2008, 12:03:50 AM
I bought a polarizer for my D-SLR and then I went running around Boston with it and my friend. I love my camera. I love my new filter. Life is good.

Observe as I attention whore my pictures!

Warning: I have an obsession with public transit. There's a lot of MBTA pictures in here.








I am pretty jazzed with the way I got the blurry train but the non-blurry reflection of the people standing on the platform.








This just in! Boston is new, and being offered for just $16.99!

Yay my camera yay! Slowly but surely, my photography improves...
#20
Bring and Brag / Foto
January 03, 2008, 07:32:43 PM
I went to NYC for New Year. My friend attempted to begin to teach me how to actually USE my camera (I have a moderately sweet digital SLR, but I don't know a whole lot about using it, whereas he has the knowledge) but we were both really, really hung over, so we didn't get very far. I took a few not entirely sucky pictures.

These are small ones. Click to access them on devArt if you actually want to see them in large size.

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I actually experimented with New Year's resolutions this year, and one of my resolutions is to do a much better job of learning how to use my camera properly.
#21
Bring and Brag / NaNoWriMo!
October 26, 2007, 03:19:50 PM
Are any of you other creative types out there going to be partaking of the deliciousness that is NaNoWriMo this year? For those in the Boston area, it looks like there's going to be some really snazzy write-in events, and most likely booze. And really, is there any way to lose when it comes to the combo of bad writing and alcohol? Nevar!

(For those not in the know: NaNoWriMo (www.nanowrimo.org) is National Novel Writing Month. From 12:01 am (or 00h01, if you like it like that) November 1 to 11:59 pm (or 23h59, as it were) November 30, you write a 50,000 word novel. This is quantity, not quality. It's boatloads of fun! I've been doing it for years and highly recommend it.)
#22
Bring and Brag / Draft 1--Sci-Fi?
July 20, 2007, 04:59:55 PM
So I've been starting work on a new novella-ish thing, a sci-fi/futuristic/cyberpunk/whatever sort of thing. I've got my first chapter/section/whatever finally on the page. This is definitely outside of my usual style/genre, but I'm really enjoying working on it. I know it's nowhere near my usual quality of writing, though, so I'd really like any ripping apart that anyone wants to do to it. And yes, I know her name is retarded, but sometimes things just stick and you're stuck with 'em. So name aside, any ripping apart you guys wanna do would be great. I have a lot of critiques of my own already, but I can always use peer critiques.

Also, I know that "tl; dr" is coming. :p

---

   Fifteen years ago, it had been a pub.
   Now it was mostly just shambles of debris. The front windows had been destroyed and most of the wall blown in. The bar still stood, more or less, but the mirror behind it, the stools around it, and the booths and tables throughout were all destroyed or close to. Litter and the remains of other nearby buildings had collected in corners.
   Xerri was perched on a the hood of a car that had at some point wrecked through the front of the pub and been left there. She sat on her haunches drawing designs in the dust on the hood with one idle finger. Her ears were alert.
   She vaguely remembered fifteen years ago, when she was still a child, walking past the pub with her father. He always told her that he,Äôd take her there when she was old enough because it was a real pub. Unlike the rest of Central City, that pub still used wood furniture and had real glass windows. This area had always been too poor to have anything other than wood furniture and real glass because the cost to upgrade to plastics and metals was too much, an unnecessary expense. The pub made money from its working class neighborhood with or without shiny stools. Her father considered the old furniture and windows a mark of the integrity of the pub,Äôs owner. A quietly proud man, he supported himself and his daughter on a shoestring budget and refused to take his meager beer money to anyone who did not follow his standards of integrity.
   Now Xerri waited in the pub to offload her latest shipment,Äîminus the bit she skimmed off the top for herself,Äîto one of her regular clients. He was late.
   Integrity, however, did not protect anyone fifteen years ago. When the Galactic Democratic Federation began taking control and unifying all of the colonies, unions, and consortiums of the known territories, they did so in the easiest fashion: through military might. The GDF had started small, as the People,Äôs Protection Party in the Core Worlds Consortium. They had begun by absorbing some of the smaller, weaker nearby colonies into the Consortium with the strength and confidence of their party. As the Consortium grew, the People,Äôs Protection Party simply swept out all competition in the Forum, the governing body of the Consortium, and renamed their territory as the Galactic Democratic Federation. More territories joined in willingly, while others were annexed forcefully. Burnase, a small world just outside the Core Worlds Consortium, was overlooked for the first few years of the expansion of the GDF. However, fifteen years ago, the GDF had picked up Burnase on the radar.
   Burnase was not a particularly proud of independently spirited planet, but it had also never belonged to any of the planetary unions either, preferring to simply work trade with anyone who was interested. The taxes levied by the GDF were more than enough to make the Burnasian government hesitant to enter the Federation. When the capital, Central City, was bombed, however, they capitulated quickly.
   Central City was never rebuilt. It remained a pile of rubble, shells of half-destroyed buildings shaping the husk of the formerly great metropolis. East Central City was built up just across the harbor and became the new capital. The poor, however, continued to reside in the ruins of Central City, a strange, mercenary culture developing where civilization had departed. It became a ghetto, a tenement town barely granted electricity or running water with only a sham of any government services. There were always talks of repairing Central City, but they never moved beyond talks. Central City was a skeleton, and the people who lived there were the worms feeding on that which remained.
   After the bombing, Xerri became one of many street kids in Central City, a loose organization that looked after each other,Äîafter a fashion, and only up to a point. She fell in with the drug dealers, a relatively comfortable place to be. She was just a peon in an entire eschelon of peons. Although she was good at what she did,Äîgood enough that her boss actually knew who she was,Äîshe was still just another person in the giant machine that was the drug empire of Central City. She did a lot of drug running, smuggling drugs around the area, sometimes even taking a job as daring as getting the drugs across the harbor and into East Central. Mostly, though, she operated in Central City.
   She was good at making drops. Despite her nonchalant posturing and seeming absorption in tracing patterns in the dust, her body was a tightly coiled spring, ready to leap into action at a moment,Äôs notice. She was alert, all her senses heightened by the dose of stimulants she had taken from the shipment.
   The high would end soon, though. She was starting to get anxious. She wanted to make the drop, get the money, hide the little extra percentage she always nipped off for herself, and then get back home to take some downers and sleep.
   There was a faint noise from where the bathrooms were. Quickly checking her mental map of the pub, Xerri identified a busted window in the men,Äôs bathroom that would have allowed her client to step in through the back. With one casual hand, she loosened her pistol in its holster on her right thigh. If it was her client, she wanted to be ready in case things went badly. If it wasn,Äôt her client, she was ready to shot first and ask questions later.
   The men,Äôs bathroom door was partially destroyed and only mounted on one hinge, but it could still swing open and shut, for what that was worth. It swung open and her client stepped in. He was some street tough from the other side of Central, dressed in dark colors with a gang tattoo on his exposed left arm and his gang,Äôs bandana around his head. He was very skinny and walked with a slouch, but from the few times Xerri had seen him outside of drug deals, she knew he was plenty strong enough to follow through on any demands he made. He was trailed by two of his thugs, both straight-backed and making no secret of the weapons in their hands.
   Xerri raised her eyebrows at them, maintaining her indolent position on the hood of the car. ,ÄúYou,Äôre late,,Äù she remarked.
   ,ÄúThere,Äôs drug cops in the area,,Äù her client replied, glaring. ,ÄúWe,Äôve used this stupid pub too many times.,Äù
   ,ÄúYou ask for a lot of drugs close together,,Äù she countered. ,ÄúIt,Äôs not the number of times we use this place, it,Äôs the frequency. I,Äôve only got so many drop points. I keep this one special for you, but we,Äôve been dealing a lot lately.,Äù She knew he resold the drugs he bought from her to all the petty thugs on his side of town, but that didn,Äôt make a difference to her except when the frequency of the deals brought her favorite drop point into question. She did not, in fact, keep the pub as a special spot just for him, so it irked her to think how many other clients she was going to have set up new drop points with.
   ,ÄúYou get paid. It,Äôs not business of yours how often I buy,,Äù he snapped.
   ,ÄúYou,Äôre right,,Äù she agreed mildly. ,ÄúBut it is business of mine how thin of ice I,Äôm treading on with the cops. Drug cops aren,Äôt Central City pussies, they,Äôre GDF toughs. I can take a Central City jackass anytime anywhere. The GDF guys are different, though. It,Äôs not my job to put my ass on the line so you can have smack for your sluts.,Äù
   ,ÄúIt,Äôs your job to get me my drugs. If you can,Äôt do it, I can talk to Barran. I,Äôm sure he,Äôs got plenty of other dope runners. And I bet they don,Äôt shave off the top.,Äù
   Xerri,Äôs heart thudded a little faster. Her high was slipping away and the conversation was only making the let down worse. ,ÄúI don,Äôt shave off the top.,Äù
   ,ÄúYou shave off, god dammit!,Äù he snarled. ,ÄúI know it! I weigh my drugs, you stupid whore! But you,Äôre reliable and you don,Äôt take too much, so I,Äôve put up with it. But now you,Äôve got the Feds sniffing around my drops. So it,Äôs time to renegotiate price, or I,Äôll make a trip to see Barran and let him know about you fingering his dope.,Äù
   She took a deep breath. Not only did she scoop some drugs off the top of all her shipments, she jacked up the prices as well and kept the extra for herself. ,ÄúLook, let,Äôs not be hasty. How about for the next drop we meet somewhere else and see how that works out?,Äù
   ,ÄúHow about you give me today,Äôs shipment at no charge and then I think over whether or not I want to buy from you anymore and see how that works out?,Äù
   She swallowed. Her mouth was a little dry and her head ached a little. Coming down off the high was always fine when she was at home, curled up in her bed with some downers and tea. She was not there now, though, and the situation was only making it worse. ,ÄúLook,Äî,Äù
   ,ÄúI don,Äôt want to look!,Äù he snapped, taking a step forward, his eyes blazing. ,ÄúI want my fuckin,Äô drugs, and I want them without the heavy duty fuckin,Äô cops sniffin,Äô around my drop! I don,Äôt want to keep payin,Äô extra for drugs that you,Äôve already been fuckin,Äô around with!,Äù He was snarling at that point, his hands in fists at his side. ,ÄúGive me the drugs.,Äù
   ,ÄúSay please,,Äù she retorted, angling her body nonchalantly against the wall. Her left hip jutting out slightly, one hand placed on it delicately, she painted the image of carefree. Hidden by the curve of her body, her right hand moved slowly toward her pistol.
   ,ÄúThis is not a question. This is not a request. The drugs, you fucking cunt.,Äù
   ,ÄúNow, now, no need to get personal,,Äù she scolded, slowly easing her pistol out of the holster. ,ÄúWe,Äôre business people. Let,Äôs act that way.,Äù Her head was pounding. Her eyes felt like they were going to explode inside her head. She just wanted to get home. Have some tea.
   ,ÄúYou are not a business person, Xerri. You,Äôre a fuckin,Äô cunt who has been taking my drugs and my money. This ends now.,Äù He began moving forward, his thugs stepping menacingly along behind him.
   She was so tired. She didn,Äôt want to focus on this right now. ,ÄúC,Äômon,Äî,Äù
   ,ÄúFucking hell.,Äù He gestured and his thugs brought up their weapons.
   ,ÄúFucking hell!,Äù she exclaimed, whipping her pistol out of its holster and leaping behind a toppled table. Her reactions were off, though, and she slammed her shoulder into the floor. It made a noise; she couldn,Äôt pay attention to it, though.
   A few shots sprayed at the table. When they had stopped for a few seconds, Xerri peeped her head up over the edge. ,ÄúHey, uh, do you think maybe we could talk about this like civilized people?,Äù
   He raised his eyebrows. ,ÄúNo.,Äù
   She plunged back behind the table as more shots scored the front of it. ,ÄúWell, I suppose one ought to admire how well this piece of shit is holding up against a full on blaster barrage,,Äù she muttered, grimacing as she pressed her shoulder against it. She gripped her pistol tightly, trying to will her mind to relax. She hadn,Äôt actually ever shot to kill before, only the occasional shots to wound in self-defense. It wasn,Äôt that she was a bad shot,Äîshe wore her pistol like an extension of her body,Äîbut that she still cringed at the idea of killing. Survival instinct, however, is a bitch.
   Ignoring the pain in her shoulder, she rolled to the opposite corner of the table and brought her pistol up quickly. Her head was pounding. She needed another dose of stims, or she needed to get home. Her temples were throbbing. She fired off a quick volley, taking down one of the thugs immediately. The other took only a shot to the arm.
   ,ÄúFucking hell,,Äù she muttered, heaving herself back behind the table. The down from the drugs was wreaking havoc with her. She took a few deep breaths and swallowed. ,ÄúFocus for just a few more minutes...,Äù She slung herself around the side of the table, firing another volley. The second thug, already injured, took more injuries. Her son of a bitch client took wounds as well, but her eyes were crossing and she couldn,Äôt make a killing shot. Both went down, though.
   She stumbled to her feet, rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her hand. She looked around. Both injured men were out of commission. She holstered her pistol again and turned to leave.
   ,ÄúXerri, you fucking cunt!,Äù
   She glanced over her shoulder, meeting scalding eyes. He was still conscious. Abruptly her heart began pounding.
   ,ÄúI,Äôll fucking get you for this one! Barran already knows what you,Äôve been doing and when he hears about this... You,Äôre fucking dead, you god damned slut!,Äù
   ,ÄúAlways a pleasure doing business with you,,Äù she replied. She tossed him a quick salute and whipped her blaster back out of the holster, shooting him squarely between the eyes. The silence in the pub was suddenly thick. Her hand shook a little. Her legs began to feel like jelly and her shoulder was throbbing again. She drew a shakey breath. The immediate threat was passed, but she couldn,Äôt bring her fingers to uncoil from around the pistol or force her arm to slide it back into the holster.
   She wiped a few tendrils of blue hair from her face. Her face seemed surprisingly sweaty and her hair was slicked against her head in places. ,ÄúFucking hell,,Äù she murmured again. ,ÄúPhrase of the fuckin,Äô evening, it seems.,Äù She surveyed the pub one last time. She had to find the motivation,Äîhell, the capacity,Äîin herself to move, to leave the empty pub.
   She took another deep breath, a little less shakey that time. Mechanically, she turned and made her way out of the pub and into the empty, pre-dawn streets, her blaster still clutched in her hand.
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#24
Bring and Brag / Fighting with my tablet
June 20, 2007, 02:43:46 PM
I finally dug up my Wacom tablet after moving to my new place and got the drivers all installed and updated and started mucking around with it again the past couple days. I forgot how finicky these things can be! This is the best I came up with, but hopefully things will improve and I won't need to rely so heavily on photographs to work from in the future. It's a learning curve, though.

#25
Principia Discussion / PD in translation?
June 18, 2007, 05:18:06 PM
Has the PD ever been published in other languages? Or even had bootleg translations made of it on the web?

I am going to seek this out when I get home today, but if anyone already knows, that'd be pretty sweet.

I'm imagining some pretty ridiculous difficulties in trying to translate it, but I am nonetheless rather curious.
#26
Or Kill Me / The Laws of Physics
June 12, 2007, 06:52:28 PM
The Laws of Physics: On Responsibility vs. Mitigating Circumstances

Quote
I'd rather take dead aim
Than shoot my pistol in the air
I'd rather be a traitor
Than a man who doesn't care

Step the fuck up.

Take some fucking personal responsibility.

Everything is made of ripples. What I do today, right now, is a ripple of things that have already happened. The things that I do make ripples in the lives of other people.

Stop wasting your ripples. Be a waste of carbon for long enough and the shit you do will stop making significant ripples. Then you've really backed yourself into a corner. Don't waste your fucking ripples--use them. For good or for evil the choice is yours, but make a conscious fucking decision. Step the fuck up and take some personal responsibility inside of trying to give excuses.

I am sick of bullshit and mitigating circumstances. I am sick of people using excuses as cop-outs. Haven't you got anything better to do with yourself than avoiding doing something with yourself? Excuses are just a way of denying responsibility. And denying responsibility is just another way of denying agency and/or independence.

Why the fuck would you want to deny that? Being afraid is a shitty fucking reason. We're all afraid of something or other. Not all of us are lazy enough to let it run our lives for us.

Never forget that there ARE options. Never forget that you CAN choose.

But first you need to step up to the plate and take a little personal responsibility. You can't only have the good--you have to accept a little bad, too. That's not such a bum deal, though.

Stop trying to write off everything you do or say that isn't perfect. Accept that you cannot necessarily make everyone--sometimes even ANYONE--happy. Accept that your actions will ALWAYS have consequences. We are none of us exempt from the laws of physics, so stop trying to fucking avoid them.



-DC
In a stabbity rage kind of mood
#27
Literate Chaotic / The Eye of Argon
June 11, 2007, 08:51:41 PM
THE EYE OF ARGON -- A sci-fi story SO BAD that it has become legend! A genius fellow MST3Ked it, and it is freaking hysterical. It brings the lulz, as it were.

http://www.bmsc.washington.edu/people/merritt/books/Eye_of_Argon.html

It is a freaking dead day at work, so I will be rereading it for the afternoon.

Do not drink too much while reading, because otherwise you will have the lamentable liquid+monitor situation.

-DC
Never gets tired of mocking bad sci-fi
#28
Bring and Brag / my weapon of choice
June 06, 2007, 09:48:25 PM
I'm getting ready to go home from work, so my shyness permits me to pimp my "art."

I recently purchased for myself my new baby/weapon of choice: a Nikon D40x digital SLR. (You can thank said camera for the stunning pic of Prof Cram posted earlier :lol: ) I've been playing around with it for the last week and a half since getting it. Being too lazy to make my own webpage, I've got a DeviantArt account.

http://darth-cupcake.deviantart.com

Entertain yourselves. A lot of it is rubbish, but hopefully some of it will be enjoyed.

I will always hold dear to my heart the comment some random person posted about my desktop picture that went along the lines of "it's like steps to a magical faerie land!" :lulz: I less than three the intertubes so much.
#29
Or Kill Me / a seed that went nowhere
June 06, 2007, 04:39:53 PM
Found in my notebook during coffee break; I don't remember where I was going with this:



Back in middle school, my science teacher had a poster on the wall that said "If you aren't part of the solution, you're part of the problem."

On the internet, if you aren't the maker of the meme, you're part of the machine.




I feel like I was going to springboard in some direction from this, but this is all I've got left. Plz to be poking with sticks to jumpstart my brain again. kthx.

-DC
Currently doing notebook archaeology for rant material