Cleaning up I found some promotional stuff from Joop! that's been sitting there for G-d knows how long. It seems like another strange credo in favor of diceless role-playing: Playing with dice? Kiss mine arse!
«Typical permit requirements include residency, minimum age, submitting fingerprints, passing a background check, attending a certified handgun/firearms safety class, participating in a range check/qualification before a certified trainer (for demonstrating safe firearms handling and practical proficiency), and paying the required fee (if any).
Requirements also include certification that a person has never been diagnosed with a "mental illness," which include any condition which interferes with "normal life--" including trauma from being victim of prior crimes» —Wikipedia
Oh joy, once a victim, always a victim! It's almost like, say, how those who were abused as children often end up with abusive partners later on. Phrased like that, it's very much like those ancient laws where you get out of a rape charge by marrying the victim: Victimize someone, know they'll never (phrasing Wikipedia's) get the means to defend themself now, and know they're yours to victimize for the rest of their life now.
I remember Spock was there. That is the only thing I know for certain. He was in bed with a Vulcan woman. He was complaining that the weapon, my choice, was too large. I had valued ferocity over concealment, the job of eliminating the mark over that of getting there undetected. I did not argue. I left, and procured a different weapon. I disguised myself and recorded our statement on a public communicator. I went to my lover. I do not remember who he was, but I do remember kissing him, telling him I loved him, surprising him with the substance that would knock him out and erase his memory. I remember taking the 'bracelets' off my upper arms where they had been resting for the last hour, learning my DNA. I remember leaving one on him, and the other on the small heap of items that could have incriminated me and that I left under his bed. The nanobots contained within would remove all traces of my DNA, then erase their own memory of my sequence. It would be impossible to find out later whether this was something somebody else did, or something he himself had done to throw the investigation off his track. Like it is impossible now to say for certain whether he ever was part of our cell, or just the fall guy. Even if he was part of our cell, can you really punish him for something he does not even remember?
I do not remember whether he ever knew about our plan. I do not remember loving him. I do not remember whether I ever did.
That is all I have to say.
This is even more retarded than I thought. Not Kalend'r class retarded (seriously, can you read about a character named Kommand'r — or Koriand'r, for that matter — without feeling more stupid for having learned their name? Can you think of Nightwing as anything other than forever tainted for having touched the latter? Yuck! It's like they're trying to stupid their opponents into submission using their dumbass names, or something — there is a reason you get extra-points in the Mary Suetest for unnecessary apostrophes and dumbass spelling, boys and girls! And boy does Koriand'r ever go off scale on that test — not that you wouldn't get a ton of points for pretty much anyone from superhero comics, but Kori melts the meter. If you don't know her — count your blessings! — she's pretty F league; unlike Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman etc., her group is not known outside comic fandom. Consider this: Green Arrow started off as bearded rip-off of Batman, a non-powered millionaire vigilante, if with an arrow-shtick. He used to have an Arrowplane and an Arrowcave, for Pete's sake! Now Batcave, that makes sense, but you'd expect an arrow person to — ah, nevermind. Oh, and didn't Ollie used to have a yellow submarine? Anyway, he was a bit derivative at first, but personable and good-looking, and the arrow bit introduced some difference. But then you get Arsenal, who is to Green Arrow what Nightwing is to Batman, the ex side-kick, and Connor Hawke, Green Arrow 2, the son of the original. That's like a derivative of a derivative! It's a second derivative! It's like bloody maths class all over again! : ) And that's the kind of people who let Kori play on their team — sometimes. When she's not backstabbing them.)) but pretty bad nonetheless. So Aqualad translated to German is ... Aquaboy?? What the --? Doesn't sound very German to me. So, Dinah's Blitzschwalbe, Lightning Swallow, we knew that. And I'm so not going to go there. : ) But what's up with Falkgirl and Blitz Kid? And the Wunders? "Falkgirl" is particularly bad, that's like, uh, Ladyfalk with Rutger Hauer. (Joan D. Vinge by the way is the ex-wife of Vernor Vinge, case you didn't know.) Wassermann on the other hand is kinda amusing, Waterman (not of Stock/Aitken/… fame, fortunately), because he re-translates to Aquarius. And I'm not even going to go into what confusion making Wonder Woman Wundergirl might have caused later on. <shakes her head at the silly krautness> Now, the Femme-chatte, or L'Empoisonneuse … : )
Kellogg's may have been around forever, but they're still hip! Apparently with the zombie genre revived, with zombie-walks all over the place, Kellog's have decided to cater to a new demographic: the undead.
The front-page of a serendipity-powered blog offers you a link to the next page at its bottom. But is it, really? Because arguably, it's the previous page. Wordpress seems to think so. So instead of the ever-confusing previous and next (chronologically? counting from the cover-page? or what?), could we just have older and more recent entries instead? Older and newer, maybe? Please? : )