Heathenistic Tendancies

The Bible on Love

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 20:31:22 GMT

From a fellow gamer:

Hey folks,

My video, let me show you it.

Californians will vote on Proposition 8, the Eliminates Right of Same-
Sex Couples to Marry Act, in the General Elections on November 4th.

A small group of folks got together to voice their opposition to this
Prop, and created the following message, using Paul's First Letter to
the Corinthians to make their point. (The thought being, hey... how
come the religious right are the only folks who get to cherry-pick
the bible?)

If you agree with the message, please consider digging the story, and
sending the link to your friends.

Thanks very much,

Frank

Thank you, Frank. This video is awesome.

The Game

Thu, 28 Aug 2008 14:17:03 GMT

I take great pleasure, generally, in walking up to any number of my associates and telling them that they have lost the game. I thought I might try something different today, courtesy of XKCD.

You're free!

Insurance, it is Teh Dumb

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 15:05:18 GMT

I had a frustrating day at work. Thought I would share my pain, in the form of posted IM messages. Many thanks to my Bud for listening, indeed, egging on the ranting.

*Rant on*
Our insurance companies are full of the dumb.

of course

they wake up in the morning in their dumb beds, go grab a big cup of dumb
To wash down their daily dose of dumb.

dumb dumb dumb dumb

Then they go fuel up their cars with dumb.
and put put put to work, spreading dumb through the countryside as they go.

i believe that's a dumb factor of 6 at this point

They listen to dumb music and sing along dumbly.
Then they get to work in their building made of dumb.
They greet their dumb coworkers, and go sit in cubicles littered with dumb.
Then they go to lunch, where they eat huge plates of dumb, with dumb for desert.
If they're feeling adventurous, they might have just a nip of dumb with lunch.

DUMB FACTOR 14 CAPTAIN! SHE CANNOT TAKE MUCH MORE!

If there's a sports game on, they Stand up and sing the Dumb spangled banner, because they are so full of the dumb.

i don't think i quite understand just how dumb these people are

They go back to work to spread a little more dumb, then go home to watch dumb on TV, then go to sleep, where they dream dumb dreams of dumbness.

*rant off*

thank you. I needed that.

Contact Juggling

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 03:47:34 GMT

Ok, I always thought Contact Juggling was cool (yes, because of Labyrinth, yes I'm a dweeb), but this video is just massively awesome.

Watch it. The illusion is awesome. Its like he's petting a bubble.

Stolen from Joemorf

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 01:10:59 GMT

Imagine that you have a box, and inside the box are seven items that perfectly describe your character, each one drawn from their thoughts, ambitions, history, physical characteristics, accomplishments, setbacks, friends, enemies and lovers.

What would those seven items be?

Heather's items would be on her person, spread out through various pockets.

1. A cammo hat with a Cuervo patch on it and a couple small bloodstains.
2. A new copy of 'On Tender Leaves' by Walt Whitman
3.   A small dog eared spiral bound notebook, stuffed with business cards and notes
4.   A ziploc bag half full of mealworms feeding on fruit pieces
5.   A worn topographical map of New Haven and the surrounding areas, some areas rubbed down by repeated pencil marks and erasing.
6.   A New Haven University ID with her full name
7. A smallish leatherman

Stuff

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 17:05:02 GMT

So I'm working on this horrendously cutesey mural for a daycare that is soon to launch (pending various approvals and inspections, but the lady running it is awfully nice and very well put together so I can only imagine everything will go fine). I'm not usually much for the cutsey art stuff, but the idea of having my stuff up on the wall for kids to stare at is fairly cool. That's right, little Petey's Mr Butterfy is not just any Mr Butterfly, its MY Mr Butterfly.

So, here's a picture of the base colors:

Here's a picture of it currently:

That paper taped to the wall next to the illustrious Mr Butterfly is a print out from this site.

That's right, the bugs may be cutesey, but they are all accurate for the local fauna. If just one of these kids grows up and 15 years later one of them is walking along and happens to see a bug that is one of the ones in the mural and goes 'HOLY SHIT!! That's Mr Crickee!!!' my purpose will have been fulfilled.

TTYL.

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 03:27:37 GMT

Cody Gibson, the Assamite we Love to Hate:

Not Fuzzy Haley Kincaid:

Mirranda Cane continues to limp onwards. Never underestimate the power of OOC flattery. :D

If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers.

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 21:20:14 GMT

"If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers."

That's a quote from Thomas Pynchon (1973) Gravity's Rainbow, Viking Press, p. 251. , according to Wikiquote.org.

See, what I'm trying to do here is start up a discussion about politics, the constitution and the bill of rights. I know too many people who are disappointed with the way our country is being run and yet do little or nothing to change it. I'm not asking much, so I put that quote up to try to discourage the folks saying 'its so broke we can't fix it'. If that's the case, build something else, don't just let it lie. People get the government they deserve, and a democracy requires its people to be political in order to function correctly.

Step One:
VOTE!!!
stand up and be counted
sing a song for liberty
~Dropkick Murphys, 'A Few Good Men'

Get out and vote. All the time, every time. If you don't vote, you don't get to whine, that's the rule. Yes, the electoral college exists. Yes, Bush was voted in by his bruddah down in FL the first time, but voting has gotten us where we are now, let's not give up on something that requires 15 minutes of your time, a few times a year at the very very most.
Click here to register to vote
Click here to read other people try to convince you to register to vote.

More Later.
YoungHeathen

Yes, and Gamerdom (de dom dom DOOOOMMMM)

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 15:54:32 GMT

5lbs.
That is how much I've lost in a week..doing nothing. Well, I went to the gym once. Huzzah! ...If I lose the Biggest Loser, am I then a winner? I'm confused.

Also, apparently the offspring is a nephew. Woot!

Gamers:
Do you find that the coolest scenes are hard to explain to others as 2/3 of the coolness happened inside of your character's skull, or is that just me?

(Sasha is the name my character, Heather, was born to. Her sire named her Heather the night of her embrace. All of this information is strictly OOC. Punks.)

*Sasha steps out onto the patio, fleeing the noise and crowd of the main room. Heather has been playing this game all night, carefully juggling the need to politic with the assembled luminaries with the animal growling for blood inside her head. So far, so good. Sasha likes the music, but also craves the night breeze on her face.

She can feel the roughness of the concrete through her sandals, and she likes the intimate connection with the ground beneath her. Standing frozen for a moment while her eyes adjust, she scans the area to identify the kindred there. Heather is alert for threats. Sasha looks for friendly faces. Both jump at the brushing touch on her right shoulder.

Heather whips around to face the threat, arms akimbo. Tall and clothed in black, she stares at Shanghai Kelly's chest for a moment as Sasha sees the necklace she first noticed all those months ago in San Fransisco. Hanging from the left hand grommet, the earring she gifted Kelly with glitters in the torchlight.

Friend, not foe. Not yet, adds Heather.

Shanghai gestures for Heather to follow, and moves a few steps beyond the circle of torches. Sasha follows close behind him, and Heather watches the torch out of the corner of her eye as they step through the gap.

"So, how you doing?" Shanghai's voice is quiet, secretive. Sasha recognizes the clinical nature of the question.

"I've been better, Shanghai, but I think I'm pulling along." Heather answers cautiously, remembering the tales of the mortal Shanghai Kelly she found online.

"Well, I need a little more specificity, you know, to help with the diagnosis, Heatherbelle. I'm a Doctor of sorts, you see, it's what I do." He continues talking and slips in his patented charm, but Sasha can hear the concern, still there. Heather's eyes squint slightly at the hint of hunger in his voice. What is he trying to trick her into?

NO. Friend, Sasha reminds her.

Both turn their eyes upwards to look at the moon, glowing fitfully behind the gossamer curtain of clouds. Sasha remembers the friends, passed in the night. She remembers what it was to mourn their passing. She remembers caring for her students' good fortune beyond what they could achieve for herself. Heather remembers Bob's anxiousness to be sent on errands, where once bribery was required to get the little bird brain absent from her side. She remembers Jackson's words about true power, and Neidrich and Book's absent banter regarding the sacrifice of other's souls in place of their own. Both remember Shanghai's words. Both hear the response again, silent in the night.

I am no one's martyr.

Her eyes flick over to Shanghai's and she drops the act.

"Rock. Bottom."

She's mistimed her words, again. Heather hates that. Sasha accepts it. Shanghai stands for a moment, taking in the abrupt change in conversation, eyes flicking over the signs written loud on her face. He rubs his chin.

"Yeah, the position you're in can't be helping either. First thing you need to do, is get out of there."

Heather riles. "It's better than Sheriff. Do you really believe I endanger myself further as Seneschal?"

He backs off. "Yeah, I suppose so.. You need to come down my way, Heatherbelle. Come for a long stay, so I can get you back on your feet" He spreads his arms at her doubt filled look "It's what I DO, Heatherbelle. I've got a card and everything."

She laughs. "Yes, I know, I have your card. It's why I contacted you. No... I think.. I am getting a handle on this." Unconsciously her eyes flick off of his face, looking away. "I may be at rock bottom, but it's rock bottom looking up."

"Well, if you're looking up, that's something." He looks disappointed, sad, Sasha thinks. "If you find yourself looking down again though-"

Shanghai's words are cut off by Heather's stiffening frame as she sees Prince Kincade's approach.

"Shanghai Kelly! It's good to see you again." Kincade's voice is vibrant, assured. He turns to face the Prince, who extends her hand and continues speaking. Heather's hearing, though, is muted behind a barely controlled roaring torrent of hatred.

Growling out of the waterfall of red behind her eyes, the voice of her beast can almost be heard in decipherable words. Take her now, TAKE HER!

No. Heather reigns it in. There are too many about.

Shanghai can talk, he will smooth it over. You are in darkness, pull her further in. No one is watching.

No. Heather reigns it in. She is too strong. And Barclay is right there, you didn't notice him, who else have you missed?

Barclay is RIGHT THERE. Barclay is strong, stronger than you. Together you can destroy her, taste her blood, drink deep, restore your Clan's place in the Valley

Kincade turns to face Barclay behind her. TAKE HER NOW, BARCLAY WILL HELP, AVENGE YOUR CLAN, KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL Heather's foot slides forward of it's own accord.KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL

Somewhere, deep inside Heather the tiny spark that is all that is left of herself speaks. It cannot be heard behind the surge of malice, and her foot continues forward, blood surging to her fingertips in preparation of use.

A glimmer of light flickers off of the feather earring on Shanghai's chest, and the whispered voice echoes off light and reason. The two at her side are not just pack, they are friends. Friends! There are friends, still. Sasha's voice slides out of the darkness.

This action will cause your death, Heather, by violence or by loss of yourself. Gaining strength, the voice speaks on. This action will cause their deaths, eventually.

Heather and Sasha turn to face the beast, facing down the bloodlust with will alone, screaming silently into the night:

I AM NO ONE'S MARTYR!!!!!!!!

Not even my own.

Even with this, even with logic, friendship, and life turned to fight it, the Beast nearly wins. The claws are forming on her fingers when at last Heather regains control. She stands there, choking down the fury and hatred until, at last, Kincade leaves. Even then, she must take a moment, lest she follow afterwards.

Sasha pauses a moment to ensure the growl is absent from her voice before turning, disturbed, back towards Shanghai. That was close. Too close. This is not something I can do on my own. Heather points out quietly that this may all be a trap. His name IS 'Shanghai'. Sasha doesn't care. Shanghaied isn't dead. Shanghaied isn't running the streets with no shred of self remaining.

She speaks quietly, this is for Shanghai alone.

"I'll be there within the month."

joemorf, you still get mad kudos for the kneading. It shall never be forgot. Also, kudos for making me and my character jump clean out of my skin when you visited.

The Intarwebs

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 15:17:16 GMT

I'm not sure how I feel about this. I think the intarwebs has gone to far. Or it is the most amusing technology ever to exist.

Still not sure which.

And Such

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 21:46:25 GMT

I'm a Loser!
So, our Gym (as in, one of the gyms through which you can gain membership at discount rates if you work for my employer) is running a 'Biggest Loser' promotional competition. Being the terribly athleticly minded person I am, I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of joining up. However, while creating various promotional materials for said competition, I discovered that the second place prize (for the second biggest loser, you see) is an iPhone.

So, I'm all signed up and the 'losing' begins next Tuesday. Woopee, working out with my coworkers, everyone's favorite activity.. but exercise is good and all that nonsense... and there's an iPhone with my name on it, damnit.

In gaming news:
The Gathering of the Princes went well, with plans for it to be come an annual event. I was shocked and amazed to have joemorf and daogre accept my invitation and show, making the entire weekend triply exciting. (Pictures are care of Mandi the Magnificent and his camera 'o' doom)

The player of Shanghai Kelly also came up, to work his wordy magic up here in the northlands, resulting in the coolest scene Heather's had thus far (and thanks to folks like joemorfand daogre, there have been a few neat ones). Even if most of it happened in the confines of my character's head, the results are pretty exciting and I look forward to taking her down to San Fransisco and playing there for a bit.

Our good friend who ran off to the Army is finally back, as is another friend who had a nasty run in with a garbage truck while on his motorcycle. Both made appearances at the event.

RL is just another window on my screen, man...
(muddled quote from an episode of 'Seven Days')
Its a...? My big bro and his lovely wife will be discovering the gender of their offspring next Friday. SO EXCITING!! I'm ridiculously glad that they are procreating, as it takes pressure off of me from my folks. (Though my hubby's folks are still hopeful.. poor fools. Procreation is for breeders.) Also, I always wanted to be an Auntie. I so look forward to spoiling their child rotten and generally being the Wild Aunt of the West.

Thats all for now.
Be Well.

More Pictures, yes

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 14:31:19 GMT

Portrait in Ink of Duncan Hartwick
Yes, I know it does not look very much like the player. I just liked the lyric, even if my lettering is hellishly crooked. (In Hell, lettering is apparently very crooked)

FUZZY pic of portrait of Halley Kincade. Will post less fuzzy one in the future.

More later.

New Pic

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 01:23:03 GMT

Yes, I am using my live journal primarily to show off my drawrings. Cry me a river.

Alejandro ViaLobos Patron, Prince of New Haven, CA

Portraits

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 15:40:35 GMT

Ok, well here goes.

Jackson Fucking Riley:

Click on the pic for a better, bigger version.

Patrick VeryDead McGovern:

So, that's the start of it. However, the character may just be getting gacked very, very soon, so these will have to go back to being OOC. *Cry* I should know better by now than to do anything at LARP with characters I care at all about keeping...

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 03:40:47 GMT

I don't usually mind the bible thumpers that come to the door. Honestly! Being a bit of an evangelicalist myself, it's pretty hard to get mad at the folks who come to my door asking to talk religion. I do get tired of the 'well the bible says...' argument though.

NEWSFLASH: I believe there is no God. The Bible will not convince me of anything. So stop it, and come up with something original to say.

On a less aggravating note, the Gangrel event this weekend was mad fun. Nothing like camping in the woods with a bunch of gamers to get back to your roots and really rough it.

Wait.. Mandi's wife cooked for us all. STEAK. WTF? I'm sure somehow being waited on hand and foot is very wild and independent...somehow.

It was still wildly amusing to be off in the woods with gamers. My poor character (Heather) is all confused, but OOC there's nothing like communing with your own kind to get you feeling back on track and wholesome.

Scourge

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 02:15:35 GMT

My cat says hello.

Or, at least, I assume that is what she intends to say. What with the jumping on the lap and the standing on the keyboard shedding fur all over me. Oh no.. there it is. The purring. Ok, cannot be annoyed any more. Yes, mistress Scourge, whatever you require...

Current Projects:
The Massive Portrait Project
Creation and distribution of portraits of OWbN characters, both IC and OOC. IC, of course, said portraits are done with much more skill than I, the player, posses. This is half the fun, for me. I get to work on portraits, further my character's goals, and watch as players are forced to oo and ah, whether they like it or not. I will post them as they are finished. One is near finished, another (Gawd!) three on the way. I didn't quite expect such a line when I started this...

The Massive Training Project (Rant Warning)
Creation and implementation of a cohesive training program at my place of work. The Interweb being what it is, I wont go into detail, however the ranting, oh the ranting that I shall post. Main topics of annoyance:
    1. Training is actually worth money
    2. Training is actually worth the time of your employees
    3. Training is actually worth the time of supervisors
    4. Why should you expect employees to change behavior with no training?
(Rant Off)

Be well, all,
Youngest of all the Heathens

First Post Eva

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 01:08:49 GMT

Usually I bemoan mediums such as this, however having seen some amusing threads I have fallen to the dark side.

The proliferation of bad poetry is still a crime. Friends don't let friends post drivel.

Alright, kiddies, for a good time take a look at this link:
Penn and Teller Burn a Flag in the White House

Also, listen to Penn Jillet tell the world about Atheism. I was shocked and amused to find that us atheists have an evangelical branch. I'm not sure I agree with a lot of what the man has to say, but this essay in particular was well worded and got to the heart of the matter.

Please feel free to disagree. Discussion is good.

I have to get ready for LARP, because I am a nerd.

Toodaloo!