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Dish washers and line cooks

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A friend of mine is getting a promotion at his workplace, a restaurant in Little Italy. He need to train his replacement at the dish-washing station, and he also told me that they are short on line cooks.

Anyone with the proper skill-sets and mind-sets, please comment or send me email, and I'll be sure to pass along your info to him.


In response to seanan_mcguire posting her annually-updated guide to surviving the big CC, I thought I'd publish my own.

Here it is:


Thank you, and I hope you found this guide useful. :)

A SWTOR Wilsonism

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The other day, I was playing Star Wars: The Old Republic. During one mission, I had to battle my way through a group of enemies with the designation "Thul Battler".

I kept reading "Thul Butler"...

A Target Wilsonism

I was shopping in Target the other day and I could have sworn I saw a sign that said:


Of course, the second line was actually "Niñas"...


WFT, brain?!?

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Dear Brain,

Why, for the love of Ceiling Cat, have you been playing the Gumby theme non-stop for the last two days?!? STFU FFS!

Funny SWTOR chat


As many of you know, I play Star Wars: The Old Republic, which is an MMO. And, as in many MMOs, the chat channels can be somewhat . . . sophomoric. But occasionally there are gems. A couple such gems, which have occurred recently, are:

Clark-El: I have a mission to "Confront and defeat Zaira Kent". That's going to make family reunions kinda awkward.
Tand: HAH!
[Player]: Oh, wow, Zaira Kent! I've fought her. She hits HARD!
Tand: Well, DUH!!!

Vannekh: I have a mission to destroy Gormak AA batteries. So, what, we don't want the Gormak powering their personal electronics now?
[Player1]: I know, right?
[Player2]: Hit them where you know it will hurt them the most: their vibrators! You will hear the lamentation of their women.

ƒµ¢{¡ŋ6 rebates...

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Remember when rebates used to come as a check? Sure, they were a pain in the ass to apply for, and they took for-fucking-ever, but when you got them, you got a piece of paper that you could take to your bank and deposit into the account of your choosing.

Well, those days appear to be long gone. I just bought a bunch of computer components, four of which have rebates. Not only are they still a pain in the ass to apply for and still take for-fucking ever to arrive, but now you don't even get a check! No, you get a Visa or American Express "gift card" with the rebate amount loaded onto it. So you can't deposit it, and you can't use it any place that doesn't take credit cards.



Y'know what sucks?

Ya know what sucks?

1. Having the desire to do a photo shoot,
2. lacking the inspiration to come up with a good theme, and
3. lacking the courage to ask anyone to model for me.

And yes, I know the Eddison quote about "ten percent inspiration and ninety percent perspiration", but without the inspiration, all the effort in the world won't make good art.

Feoch mac Hugh has given his word

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The final Water Margin campaign session was yesterday, and it was a hoot! Bill, the GM, wrote up the final episode here for anyone who wants to know all the details.

I have to admit, I had a lot more fun playing Garth Collin Patrick MacBride than I expected I would. I tend to flip-flop between playing cerebral characters and combat-oriented characters, and Garth was definitely a combat monster. I put a lot of points into Brawling, Wrestling, Shortsword, Knife, etc. My original intent was to play him as an amateur boxer with professional ambitions, but he ended up being a hell of a lot more.

The title of this post refers to the "alternate identity" that Garth took on when he fought the Polish cavalry that had been hired by the rebel Chinese Admiral in his bid to make England the seat of his new empire. After beheading, behanding, and bewhatevering his way through a pack of Poles that, in all fairness, really ought to have bloody killed him, he and the rest of the fighters (those being Jack Shilling and John Sunday) decide to let one go to deliver a warning to the rest of the Polish mercenaries. In a flash of inspiration, I had Garth lean over him ominously and say "Tell your commanders 'Feoch mac Hugh has given his word.'" That line, of course, is from the song "Follow Me Up to Carlow" by Patrick McCall, which wasn't written until 1899, 59 years after this campaign takes place. However, as the battle that the song celebrates was in 1580, and Feoch mac Hugh O'Byrne was hailed by the Irish as a great hero for centuries afterward, I decided that Garth was quoting the legend rather than the song itself.

Anyway, from that first message, Jack and Garth decided to keep running with it. Whenever we defeated Polish mercenaries, we would leave a message—sometimes carved into a tree, sometimes drawn in the ground, sometimes written on paper and pinned to the chests of corpses with their own knives—"Feoch mac Hugh has given his word." It eventually got to the point where the Poles took out a 1,000 silver Tael bounty on "Feoch mac Hugh", which made Garth grin evilly for days and days.

Of course, it wasn't all whiskey, whores, and slaughtering Poles for Garth. He came very close to dying on at least three separate occasions. But he always managed to pull through, mostly because of the great skill of the African doctor John Sunday.

Anyway, it was a fantastic campaign, I had a great time playing Garth, and I want to thank whswhs (the GM) and my fellow players for making it as much fun as it was.


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