sparksol: (Magus)
The next time I find myself in an argument about the facts of something, I'm going to stop in the middle and ask if they're trying to get to the facts, or just win the argument. When they respond that they're trying to win (which so far appears to have been the case every time) I'll say right there, "Fine, you win the argument! Here's your prize: Go find me someone smarter than you so they and I can find the facts, and then you go and win against an earthquake."
sparksol: (Rune)
...that friggin' hypocritical over-reacting gamer-friend.

Any campaign - heck, any given session - where he gets too bored, he has no qualms with acting out, distracting everyone with all manner of in-character nonsense, from disrupting the events at hand all the way up to screwing over the campaign or the setting. This includes his own campaigns if it's a dual-GM thing and he's not actively GMing at the time. (He usually finds a way for things to continue for a while, unless it was at the end of what he had planned anyway.)

But if anyone else so much as points out to him ways that someone might be able to do something he doesn't like the idea of in his game that he's running, he gets angry and demands proof you can do it. And if you actually find any, he blows his top because he doesn't like rules not working the way he thinks they should.

He does this even if the person brought it up to suggest a fix for it or restrict or ban the problem rules. And if someone actually meant to cause trouble in his campaign? Best hope the game isn't going on at his place, or that he's your ride home.

I got lucky, I got to point out four different things in Pathfinder he had no idea were dangerously broken.

I wonder if I'll be gaming there ever again.
sparksol: (Rune)
Having a chat with my sister's kids when I was driving them to their home from school last week, they started talking about things each of us could do. When they got to me, they said that I could do anything. "Well, not anything," I said. Then nephew 2 added, "Yeah, he can't keep a job."

I didn't pay much attention to them the rest of the trip home.
sparksol: (ZAP!)
My mother asked me to get her some new oven knobs, as the writing on the ones she has has worn down enough to be effectively invisible. I took one with me so I'd get one that would fit, not having checked first (and thus would have known that most of the available ones would fit.)

Two stores have some. Store one has a complete set for $25. Store 2 has a set for $18, and also sells individual knobs for $6.

This isn't high-impact fancy plastic, it's cheap knobs for an oven.

I take another look at the one I've got with me. Other than being nasty with years of caked-on oils/grease/yechhy stuff on it (seriously? Does no one wash these things?) it's in fine condition.

So I buy a silver-colored sharpie marker, wash and clean the things, spend about fifteen minutes with a magnifying glass to see where the numbers and "off" markings had been, and write the info back on.

Total costs: I probably spent $6 in gas driving around, and another dollar on the marker. So, saved about $11...unless we start accounting for time, with which I'm not going to bother for this one.
sparksol: (Spark the Ever-Vigilant)
In my late teens, somehow or other I developed an allergy to many varieties of vegetable matter. Fairly mild stuff, a bit of airway restriction mostly and itching all over my head, and only when I ate the unprocessed stuff. Apples, bananas, carrots, broccoli, spinach, you name it, I probably couldn't eat it.

The processed type, I could usually eat. Apple juice, sure. Banana chips. Canned spinach (it's been in the cans and is so soaked it's almost like eating lawn clippings with poor flavor.) Apple pie, if the apples were overdone.

Some say it was the pesticides, others blame pectin. Every few months, I'll try a bit of one variety or another and see how it goes. The allergy has never been close to life-threatening, so I take my chances because my odds have been good.

A couple weekends ago, I tried an apple slice for the first time in...about eight months, I think. It was so unbelievably tasty and juicy my mouth was unprepared for it. I didn't even care about the upcoming allergic reaction, it was worth it.

Best part: the allergic reaction didn't happen.

In the last two weeks, I have now tried a few different different types of apples - which would have amazed me last time I could freely eat apples. Back then, I only knew about two kinds of apples: red and green.

I've now tried Granny Smith (very tart, not my thing most of the time,) Fuji (these things are made almost entirely of tasty,) Red Delicious (there's flavor in the skin, but otherwise not very delicious,) Golden Delicious (is quite delicious,) and Braeburn (kind of dry compared to the others, and somehow very hard when cutting or biting into it, yet get mushy almost immediately when chewed. Not bad flavor.)

I've kept my eye on other names in the grocery stores for more to try. On my list are Pink Lady, Gala, Opal, Pink Princess, and Royal Gala. Mostly because they're what I've seen at the nearby markets.



In a couple more weeks, I'll try oranges again. How will it go? Don't care, I've got 16 years of no apples to catch up on.
sparksol: (Klaymen)
I'm trying to write a story.

I figured I have all this time anyway, so maybe I should study, read and game a bit less while I'm not out looking for work, and try writing instead, because hey, it might go somewhere. I haven't tried story-writing for years, and I know a bit more now, it could work.

Well, I've been at this all month, and it has not. I've got just under 5000 words "done" which is somewhere between half a chapter and the entire first chapter. Technically, I've written about 35k - not including the outline - but it's all rewrites as my ideas for how the details work out keep changing. Also, somewhere along the way I've lost the ending from my outline.

Worst part is it's not even original, it's a fan fiction. The ghost of my self-esteem is displeased with my inability to successfully finish even a single chapter to my own satisfaction.

Well ****

Nov. 14th, 2012 08:11 am
sparksol: (Magus)
There's nothing quite like the epiphanic feeling of having a bad depressive day, trying to figure out where your life went wrong (again) and having a long stream of thought going back and back as far as you can remember...and realizing after all these years that out of the dozen or so things you wanted to be when you grew up, the only one that wasn't completely fictional was the hermit living in a damp cave.

So remember, and warn the kids: when they tell you you can be anything you want when you grow up: it's a lie. They mean you can grow up to be anything that's a real thing, and they hope you'll be something that'll make a lot of money.

Screw you, reality. I'd still rather be a fictional character.
sparksol: (Rune)
I think I've stumbled into an alternate reason I don't tell people about my birthday unless they ask.*
I've been so irritated and bothered about previous birthday experience that I don't want to tell people.
If it's the thought that counts, I appreciate it. But I do not do well at also accepting the thoughtlessness that typically accompanies it, in my experience.
Turning my birthday into a day to disrupt my plans and making me feel worse than I was trying to avoid making myself feel is not a good use of anyone's time. I hope.

If it is the thought that counts, but you cannot remember to include why the thought is important...I'd rather be forgotten.
sparksol: (Default)
Sometimes I think I don't tell any real-life people I know about my birthday (unless they ask) because I enjoy being silently judgmental about it. It's pretty messed up, if it's true.

Also I apparently need to get back in the habit of proofreading my posts.
EDIT: For the record, I'm hoping it's not true, and I'll try to be better about it next year.
sparksol: (Default)
Today's pessimistic thought:
Humans evolved as a worldwide pandemic that is here to shake up the evolution of every other form of life on the planet before knocking humanity itself back into a low-end survivalist niche or wiping itself out.

Note: Today's pessimistic thought, now that it is written out, will be ejected from my head and no longer be considered seriously. If it does show up again, it will be treated as a plot point in an as-yet unfinished story.
sparksol: (Default)
Seriously, I might have to just start a bloggish thing somewhere else to avoid clogging up my admittedly barely-used LJ with all this Homestuck stuff.

Anyway, seeing as I finally had reliable internet today, I could see the comic from 11/11/11 onward. So I did, and let things percolate in my brain and mind, and let the thoughts go for a while.

...what? Skyrim's the big 11/11/11 thing? No, I don't think so. I don't plan to pay that kind of money for a game again unless it lasts me at least as long as Morrowind did. And by that measure, I didn't get my money's worth out of Oblivion, even though I'd gotten all the DLC for for (effectively) free. From the looks of things, I don't think Skyrim will hold up to my expectations.

...wait, it's a sort of war memorial remembrance day? Why haven't I heard about this before now, then?

I'm starting to think there's a lot of crap several different people are trying to shovel out. I shall research things, and find out what's the crap and what's the not-crap.
sparksol: (ZAP!)
In the Dresden Files version of reality, magic disrupts modern technology. This is something wizards take for understood, but none of them seem to know why this is the case. It just is. Older technology works better with magic to a large degree, and when you get a century or so back, things are just fine.

Why?

The books work with physics when it can, so why is magic incompatible with tech? Electrochemical batteries (of a slightly less refined sort) have been around for centuries, and hydrodynamically-powered doors (of a quite remarkable size) work. Wizards can use lightning just fine, if they're careful.

I only see (at the moment) a couple possibilities as to why tech is so allergic to magic.
The first is that magic around a wizard can only handle reality that the wizard understands, and tends to break the rest of it. This would explain why few wizards would bother to try and get an electrical engineering degree: it wouldn't work for them until they already understood it correctly, and their experimenting with it would be fruitless until they knew it already.

I don't see the first case working very well, otherwise more young or uneducated magic-using types in the modern world would be flying around or playing out roles from superhero comic books.

The other possibility I see: some power or group that deals with the world has influenced or designed the last century or so's worth of mortal advances so that it will break down in the face of magic. As mankind becomes more dependant on the modern technology, and the more advanced it is, the sooner it will break into uselessness when some magical predator from the Nevernever comes to play with the nonmagic humans. "We're not scared of you, we've got some new toys to shoot you monsters with! ...why is none of this working? These batteries can't be dead, they're new! At least the automated turrets are working, right? It can't BSOD, it was running Linux!"

From fairly-defended humans back to snacks-in-a-can in a century or two.

Jim, for humans of your world to have any hope, better get some of your magic practitioners some science books and get them working on tech that'll still work in the face of magic. It's that or all the nonmagic humans will get killed off and eventually slowly replenished with a full race of magically-enabled humans. You know, if there's any left, since they seem to be being targeted first.
sparksol: (Default)
In Homestuck (yes, again) there's a spot where you can see Guybrush Threepwood tossed in seemingly at random in [S] Seer: Ascend. Look for him (tiny, but noticeable) in the reddish sea after the dragon sets the ships on fire. Bottom left corner.

I didn't notice at all until it was pointed out to me today. (Totally failed that spot check.)
sparksol: (Default)
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Here's a list of stocks that did amazingly good over the next few years. Here's a book telling you about stocks and how to get someone to do the investing for you through the mail. Don't bother with drafting, stick to the engineering program. Also don't bother with that remote control Voltron, it's not worth five bucks, let alone what it costs. (Seriously, it's got a wire attached that's maybe five feet long.) And if you can't get someone to do the stocks thing...well. Either way actually, life is gonna suck for the next ten or fifteen years at least.

Any questions for me?
sparksol: (Rune)
A thought has occurred to me recently. I still dream (and remember the dreams) as much as ever. But I realize now that several of them are ones that once I recognized as nightmares. Scary cold-sweat fear stuff, except that now they don't do anything worrying. And I think they've been non-scary to me for years now.

I don't see this as a good thing, I'll point that out. I see this as meaning that the waking world a.k.a. reality has become far scarier to me than everything my subconscious can throw at me.

I'm not sure if I should be perversely proud of this fact or very worried.
sparksol: (Magus)
Warning to people who might do this stuff: Remember to get a [expletive] dust mask when working with still-powdery cement mix in close proximity, whether the other people are or not. Forming tiny chunks of cement-snot is irritating and painful.

(Also, new HS notes.)
sparksol: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]On the large scale, Some instant or high speed transport/mobility thing. Portal gun, teleporting, running so fast I can dash over the water for miles without getting tired. But then for that last one I'd also need a way to carry a bunch of stuff.

Smaller scale...hmm. Either never needing to fill the gas tank/battery/other power source for my vehicle, or never getting stuck in traffic or long red lights.
sparksol: (Default)
Because? Because my real life is all boring and same-y; look for work, not find it, look for odd jobs, get enough to pay my bills. Occasionally game on weekends. Be sleepless at night and read webcomics, hopefully without waking other people up.

Anyway. A new idea has come up.
sparksol: (Rune)
In this episode, Sparksol whiney bbhb.

Warning: If you've had a good day so far, don't read this. If you expect to be having a good time later, don't read this. If you've even just had an average day, save it for later. I hate ruining other people's good feelings, it make me feel terrible.

If you've had a rotten day and it's not looking to get any better, feel free to read it, it is very unlikely to make things any worse.

You have been warned, so now it's your choice! )
sparksol: (Default)
Just heard "Word Disassociation" for the first time in months. When the phrase "Spidery concubine" came up, I thought of Vriska and had to start bashing my skull against rocks.
sparksol: (ZAP!)
First notice: The following may or may not make sense to anyone besides myself as I type this. I'll try to make it so that - if I read this later - it'll make sense to future-me. No guarantees. Everything here pertains to Homestuck.

Spoilers in the area. )

More will follow as I think things up, that I don't see other people mention first. Given that I don't spend much time on that forum, there's a lot I don't see people say about it.

Finally, a quote from the MSPA forum:

Q: When has Homestuck ever made sense?

A: Always.
As I've been explaining to a friend, the 'confusing' things are simply plot points that haven't resolved yet; the difference between 'confusing' and 'elaborate' is forethought. A confusing story (i.e. Lost) throws out plot points simply to attract attention, and leaves the writers scrambling to resolve everything later. An elaborate story sets up all of its dominoes early on, setting up more and more and more until it finally tips one over and a great mural celebrating ethnic diversity spreads out before you in black and white.
To complete the analogy, the writer of a confusing story sets up small sections of dominoes; when he realizes that they're about to hit a dead end, he has to scramble to set up more, never showing a larger plan.
sparksol: (Rune)
Recently read "In The Company of Ogres" by A. Lee Martinez. The last few lines in one of the chapters really hit home with me. "...he did what what men without hope who have not quite given up yet have done since the dawn of time. He waited."

I realized that's what I'd been doing the last few years.* But it's not like I can just decide to have a purpose, gain hope for the future (my own or in general) and move on and have a happy life.** I can't honestly say I'm having a bad life, either. Pathetic makes for the best one-word description.



*Later I figured out how normal that is, which I found depressing.
**Some people - for all I know, all of them - might be able to do this. But it's not in me to be able to do such a thing.
sparksol: (Default)
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"Was there someone external responsible for what I dreamed, or was it all me?"
(Is there someone I get to berate for what I went through, or do I have only myself to blame?)

"Is there a real life waiting for me now, or is this some sort of rest or debriefing period and I have to go back under soon for the next phase of testing?"
(Is the experiment over now, or ongoing?)

"What happens next?"
(According to you. I hope for your sake you've planned something nice, or things will get unpleasant for everyone involved with this.)

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