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If you haven’t seen that Fox video, you need to watch it right now. I didn’t believe it was real until the announcer’s name showed up at the bottom and I paused the thing to Google it - he actually does work for Fox.
I haven’t seen a transcript yet, so I made one myself. You will thank me.
( They call themselves Anonymous. )
Continue reading “The hacker organization known as Anonymous”
Ha! Finished!
Now I wonder if I will fall asleep.
Having just encountered what appeared to be freshly-posted kamikaze Harry Potter spoilers in the comments section of a news site, I have suggested to 
thegeekgene that, until her copy shows up tomorrow, she might want to refrain from looking at any site that might have unmoderated comments, if she can’t bear to remove herself from the internet entirely. I think I may do the latter. I have a pile of books I’ve been meaning to finish here.
The internet should be hostile more often! It makes me all productive. Maybe I should switch back to IE and Norton.
(I unpacked all my books yesterday, spent three hours alphabetizing them by author on my freshly-assembled shelves - and then found a box I’d forgotten about under the bed. I don’t know how I shelved until three AM without realizing stuff was missing, that was the box that had all my frigging Fruits Basket in it.)
Grimmer x Tenma OTP!!!
I actually seriously need doujinshi for this.
Gynecological exams teach one interesting things about one’s reactions to pain. Apparently, my default curse word is “shit;” once I get started, I do not feel the urge break up my rhythm with other, less-privileged terms; and when the source of pain disappears, I start giggling.
Nurse M clearly finds my low threshold of pain worrying. Doctor C is merely very deadpan. She holds the implements where I can’t see them and asks when my sisters are going to be coming in for their HPV vaccinations.
The past year or so, I have acquired a slight facial hair problem. To be extremely precise, I have acquired a goatee. It is a pretty respectable little goatee if I don’t shave it - all I need is a flannel shirt and a disgusted expression and I can major in cinema. My goatee was the main reason I went to the gynecologist. My testosterone levels have always been off a little, and this seemed like it might be turning into more than a little.
Doctor C didn’t think it was significant; she talked about someone who’d come in the other day with “worse hair than you,” and gave me a prescription for some cream. This is fascinating. Are there lots of female goatees out there? Should I leave it in place for some kind of empowerment purposes? Well, no, because I don’t like it and I’m breaking out underneath. But it’s useful information. I bet I can use it to make people I dislike uncomfortable.
I went online to research the cream when I got home - it’s called Vaniqa, though Doctor C’s handwriting is so bad I had to type a couple variations into Google to get what I wanted. Apparently the drug’s manufacturer at one point ceased production because its main use is in curing sleeping sickness, which mostly affects people without any money. People in Africa, specifically. But then, a miracle occurred, and it was discovered that it could be used in topical form to retard hair growth! And thus they restarted manufacturing. Us rich white women have saved Africa again.
I’m feeling kind of ambivalent about this.
I captured my Dialga which was a really nice feeling of accomplishment. I decided to try taking my new an improved crew online via Battle Revolution to see if the addition of an ancient dragon with the power to warp space and time would give me the edge I needed to win. Turns out no.
- Mister Gabriel
Well, among other reasons. (Seriously, given how hard it is to catch some of them (LATIAS), the Legendary Pokemon aren’t always that -ing great. My Espeon always got more use than my Lugia.)
And in Kingdom of Loathing-related news, I don’t like a lot of the writing for NS13 - some if it wanders perilously close to serious, and there’s all sorts of stuff that’s much wordier than it needs to be, particularly during the Holy MacGuffin quest. (I’m also annoyed that the battle queue changes broke KoLMafia, but I can’t exactly blame other people for my botting addiction.) And there are still lots of places that are either buggy or just really user-unfriendly. I’m particularly annoyed with all the heavily-nested island maps where you click a place you can’t get to yet, get taken to a “No-no” screen, and aren’t given a link back to the last part of the map you were looking at. No! Incorrect!
…and the Black Forest is problematic.
Oh, and I clicked wrong buying the paint and accidentally bought a second exotic parrot egg. It should not be possible to do that. That’s just vicious.
I have a longer post where I talk about caves and anime hair, but the anime hair part has gotten really long and philosophical so I’m going to just go ahead and post about the yellow jackets.
Basically, I am not going to go for walks in the park before noon anymore. I’ve never seen many stinging insects going out there in the late afternoon, but I ended up having to take two detours to avoid the yellow jackets today, and had to run once when a bunch of them came up on me all of a sudden.
There seem to be at least two different focuses of activity - one in one of those springy horsy see-saw things, which has been surrounded with yellow caution tape, and one in one of the half-buried tires, which hasn’t. These are are across a path from one another, and there’s a lot of… intercourse between them. I had to get off their path.
I guess they were bringing some kind of abandoned food from the tire to the see-saw, or else establishing a new queen in her nest, though Wikipedia says it’s early for that. Yes, I came home after my yellow jacket encounter and began researching yellow jackets.
I also learned that the Schmidt Sting Pain Index is hilarious:
2.0 - Bald-faced hornet - Rich, hearty, slightly crunchy.
2.0 - Yellowjacket - Hot and smoky, almost irreverent. Imagine WC Fields extinguishing a cigar on your tongue.
BPAL needs to turn this into an LE line. Possibly some soaps - exfoliating soaps. No, it’s brilliant! Unless I just hate people and want to hurt them.
