A little something I whipped up after this weekend’s D&D session. I’m thinking of making one of these for each session so my players can look back on a series of “comic book covers” that capture their adventures over time.
Big props to Adam Levermore for his awesome tutorial on the style. It’s amazing how one can use Photoshop for years and still learn something new every week.
The Dumbest Controversy in the History of Mankind.
When Twitter goes down, who do all the teenage fangirls talk about Justin Bieber with?
Your United States Republican Party:
2003: “Remember the heroes of 9/11 as we use them to justify our wars of aggression!”
2010: “Closing income tax loophole for multinational corporations to pay for healthcare for the heroes of 9/11 is a fundamentally flawed and job-destroying tax increase!”
Now for something on the lighter side: HALO KITTY, BITCHES! (via idothings)
I just had to yell at three earlytwentysomethings (understand that if they had been kids I wouldn’t have said anything, but these fucks were old enough to know better, damn it) for being disrespectful at the pool to the people around them and splashing water all over my phone and my iPod.
They apologized without a single retort.
Suddenly I feel like a Person Of Authority, which makes me feel like AN OFFICIAL GROWNUP.
It’s a mixed bag of emotions when you realize you’ve reached that point. On one hand, it feels good because you know younger people will listen to you. You feel wise and sage and to a point, more independent. You know your parents will never again have a say in what you do with the rest of your life.
On the other hand, you feel sad because you know you’ve now officially “turned a corner.” You know your youth has passed and you’ll never get back those years…those years when you should’ve and didn’t. When you could’ve and wouldn’t.
And then you feel bitter.
I felt that way for only a few minutes, and then I smiled because you know what? Being A GROWNUP doesn’t have to be a bitter experience. For the second half of my life, I’m in complete control of my own decisions. My own happiness.
And I get to yell at earlytwentysomethings.
Amen, and agreed. I’ve been rather squeamish myself as my 30th birthday approaches, but Jezebel here manages to remind me that this isn’t The End of the World.™
Now I’m sorely tempted to spend my birthday finding stupid twentysomething jackasses and telling them to act their age.
Clearly, AT&T isn’t some special type of evil; all telcos are evil.
Verizon and I haven’t had a great history with data-plan billing. Every time I get a new data device or change its plan, they find a way to screw something up.
This time, they’ve allowed my MiFi to receive (and bill me for) an incoming text message. A text message that the MiFi, and indeed any Verizon data-only modem or similar device, isn’t capable of receiving or displaying to me in any way.
It’s ridiculous that their systems permit devices incapable of text messaging from having this service enabled. But since it’s Verizon, the company that intentionally made millions in extra profit by artificially lengthening the voicemail bumpers, it wouldn’t surprise me if this is malicious. I’m going to pay this extra 20 cents for nothing, and so will everyone else whose data modems get spammed with occasional text messages, since it’s not worth calling them and complaining and risking the further breakage of my plan. (Trust me, they’ll screw it up somehow if they touch it. They always do.)
I’ve been using Verizon data service for about six years, and I always get the impression from their systems, billing, and customer-service reps that I’m the first person to use or ask about any of these things.
PIXEL STAR TREK!!!! (via johnmartz.com and @rickeypurdin)
The fruits of my last two months of labor: the new hammerofgoel.com.
The best engine in the world is the vagina. It can be started with one finger. It is self-lubricating. It takes any size piston. And it changes its own oil every four weeks. It is only a pity that the management system is so fucking tempermental.