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So I've been reviewing pre-algebra with one of my clients overt the summer, getting him ready for the coming year. Just basic stuff you know, algebraic properties, FOIL, roots, exponents, scientific notation...maybe just to be sure I should go into logarithms ?

This week my client described his homework. It took me a bit of time to understand what the teacher was doing. You see, the teacher had these tiles, and one shape of tile would represent one element, and another shape tile another. So if you have five of the first sized tile, and three of the other....

*chortle* I think we are going to OWN this class,
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Our friends know the details now. Our car was stolen on Sunday, as we watched the Cherry Blossom parade in San Francisco's Japantown with [livejournal.com profile] digitalsidhe and [livejournal.com profile] feyandstrange .. After contacting various agencies and people, the San Francisco police let us know that they had found our car (major, MAJOR props to the policeman who helped us out). Unfortunately they notified us of this right after Feyandstrange had driven us back to San Jose. After we arrived back in San Francisco, we found out our car had been taken to the city impound lot, and furthermore there was something like a $430.00 bill for towing and storage, with $50.00 added every day. More props to the police lot attended who pointed out that our insurance company could not only pay the bill, but also send someone to retrieve the car. Then going well beyond the call of duty Feyandstrange drove us back home. I mean wow. I have awesome friends, but this is seriously one of the most awesome things I have ever personally seen someone do.  Thank you seems so incredibly mild for how I feel.

So, on the upside:
The game on Saturday: it was great to be back in our 4E game, and I like my mage's gradual increase in effectiveness.
The Cherry Blossom festival: a hell of a lot of fun, from children in kimonos, to a large variety of pretty princesses, to enthusiastic kodo drummers. It was totally worth the 50 mile walk (uphill both ways) from the apartment to the parade route.
Excellent Japanese food.
Excellent company
Feyandstrange and digitalsidhe being completely, totally awesome.
Finding out our car was found.
Getting my taxes completed, and for about $2000 dollars less than I thought it would cost on Friday.

Downside:
My considering how out of shape I am that a mere walk of fifty miles uphill both ways should wind me so badly.
My replicating San Francisco weather: freezing than warm than freezing than warm...and the lowlands (feet) being warm while the upper areas (ears) get wind chilled.
Coming back to realize that white car was not OUR car.
Being pretty much useless in the evening, not even remembering any of the important numbers.
Staggering around downtown SanFran, needing the help of my cane around 3:00 AM on Monday.
A massive bill from SanFran towing.
Contemplating the almost certain loss of a valued knife, and several library books. Hardbacks no less.
Having to take the train up to SanFran tomorrow to get our car back (

But all in all, we have a lot to be grateful for, especially our friends. And for one last note:

PARK IN THE PARKING GARAGES NOT THE STREET!
roseembolism: (Totoro)
So because all my other friends have taken the creepy http://www.hypnoid.com/psytest2.html test, I figured I would as well (well if everybody else is jumping, I'm off to the cliff!). And yes, it was unnerving, with the strange visual effects, shapes out of a 60s surreal educational video, and the off-center questions that seemed to be implying horrible things about my psychological state.

I was thoroughly creeped out by the end of the test. What horrible things about my psyche might be revealed? Would the menacing circles and pulsating lines drip off my monitor and start to spread over the desk? Would I hear a voice asking me to do...things?   Was I going to be hypno-somethinged? Out of dread, I nearly didn't read the answer.


As it turned out though, the answer was surprisingly accurate. )

I am just amazed. Simply amazed.
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While doing a bit of research on Usenet, I stumbled across this old story. It's nowhere near the worst gaming story I've heard (the game with the police and prostitutes is definitely worse), but this one is pretty much the most amusingly bad example of railroading I've ever read. And so:


On May 7 1998, 12:00 am, m...@ottawa.com wrote:

> Story #2:
> Playing Space Opera, I had a referee whose opposition was *always*, without
> fail, able to trivially kick the PCs' butt. He also railroaded with a
> heavier hand than anyone I'veevereven heard rumours of. We latched on to
> the pattern early in the game and started to experiment to see just how far
> this referee power trip went. One of the experiments was to just attack a
> random passer-by with everything we had (and, trust me, we had *incredible*
> levels of power!--this would have been a Monty Hall campaign except for the
> fact that everything else had even more power). Sure enough, this completely
> random passer-by just happened to be an incredibly poweful psionic who
> trivially wiped the streets clean with us. Then this same NPC--the one we
> opened up relationships with by trying to kill, mind--decided that we were
> trustworthy folk who would be perfect for a military mission he had in mind.
> Here's where things got very surreal:
> 1) We refused to participate so he teleported us to the battlefield.
> 2) We just stood around and ignored everything going on around us so we got
> teleported inside a (tracked) tank.
> 3) We refused to drive the tank or fire its gun at anything so it drove
> itself and shot at the opposition (who were, of course, able to just swat
> aside the rounds).
> 4) We climbed out of the tank and jumped in front of it under its treads so
> it levitated over us with its hitherto unseen anti-gravity device.
> 5) My character tried to use a force knife to cut his own throat, but the
> force knife blade contracted to nothing whenever it got close to being able
> to injure my character.
>
> At this point we all just got up and left the game, never to return.

Seriously, can anyone come up with a worse example?
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The classic science fiction novel Little Fuzzy has been rewritten and re-imagined by John Scalzi, as the novel Fuzzy Nation.

The original novel was a well written examination of how one could tell whether a species was sentient, a question  settled in the novel with of all things a trial, not a gunfight.  I confess I haven't read Scalzi's version; the original Little Fuzzy is within arm's reach of me, and there are free audio book and Project Gutenberg versions available,  . I see no real reason to read the remake.

But this is really focusing on a single example, and ignoring the major issue that the Hollywood trend of doing remakes and "updates" may have reached genre literature. With a surplus of hungry authors, and publishers looking for something that's both new and in a classic comfort zone, what could we see coming down the pike if this catches on? A remake of 2001 set in 2101? A new version of Lord of the Rings with attention paid to diversity? A social democratic version of the "Sword of Truth" series? A rewrite of "Thud and Blunder" that takes into account an actual knowledge of history?

The possibilities are staggering, if this goes on.

(Originally started as a reply at James Nicoll's LJ)
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For the background of a character, I have been doing some research on top female rock guitarists. This has been a bit harder than it seems, because while female rock vocalists are somewhat common, female rock guitarists seem invisible. In fact, Rolling Stone’s list of the “The 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time” only listed two women. It's almost like it's saying women can't do rock guitar, an odd attitude in this day and age.

Fortunately Elle and Venus Zone came to the rescue with respectively, 12 Greatest Female Guitarists, and The Greatest Female Guitarists of All Time. the latter list of 46 artists is really fascination: I've been introduced to Orianthi Panagaris, Kristin Hersh, Cordell Jackson, Kaki King, and The Great Kat, and all the others
.
So with all this talent out there, with it conclusively shown that girls can shred as well as boys, why are female rock musicians still so rare on the radio? Well, honestly, maybe due to articles like this, and the attitudes behind them: The Top 12 Hottest Female Guitarists Ever. I mean seriously with statements like this::
 
"Still, in my rulebook, it a girl has at anytime strapped a guitar to her back while on stage, that right there constitutes as being a female guitar player."
 
And the man still considers himself a critic? Crap.

Well, at least I have a much firmer grip on my character; the technical part was easy, but getting her headspace was hard. At least now I have a much better idea of whatt she'd have to put up with.
roseembolism: (Hunter)
Over in the Giant in the Pllayground forums people started a thread about different ways to destroy a large city in D&D. That is, taking down a well defended, populous city the size of say` Forgotten Realm's Waterdeep perhaps.

Unfortunately, most of the suggestions have involved high level magic: plagues, crop destruction, a wight apocalypse, and the like. All of which I find boring and uncreative. Now myself, I could destroy that city with no magic or army at all, just using a maxed-out Diplomacy skill, and time.

Here's how my evil plan would work:

1. Encourage the city to specialize in manufacturing a single product, say an improved version of carts and carriages.

2. At the same time, encourage an Empire-wide, even continent-wide project of good roads, thereby encouraging people to buy the carriages. This provides easy access to and from the city.

3. As the manufacturing boom expands and the city focuses on the very profitable business, encourage the immigration of a disliked race (say, displaced elves maybe) as cheap labor. Encourage unrest and oppression of the downtrodden race.

4. At the same time, encourage the dominant race of the city to actually live outside the city in townships, and commute using the new roads.

5. After about ten-twenty years of this, and when racial tensions get high enough, spark a massive series of riots. This should trigger the wealthy dominant race to use the good road network to leave for greener pastures.

6. Now you're ready to move in for the kill. Suddenly reveal that other cities have been developing a similar manufacturing capability, and that they have been more innovative and responsive in making the product so that the market the city has depended on collapses.

7. And for the Coup de grâce, follow the riots with about 40 years of a corrupt and incompetent city government.

In the end, you'll have a ciity that's a shelll of itself, with no prospects for making things better. Effectively, it will be destroyed. Sure it will take a while, but it's a simple project for say, a half-elf bard with maximized Diplomacy+ of 40+

Fortunately, it's just a game I can't think of any plan so evil happening in the real world.
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The Television Tropes wiki has introduced a new service, called Useful Notes, which is a collection of more-or-less factual articles designed to inform and educate readers, and "debunk common media stereotypes". In other words, it's to do much the same thing that TV Tropes was originally created to do.  It's interesting that TV Tropes has become so huge and unwieldy it needs a fact page, but not that surprising. I personally think that some time ago TV Tropes passed the point of usability and is now just about how many video game and anime series references one can fit to a given trope.

I've also been hearing from some writers that TV Tropes has become an active detriment to their writing anything. Some have told me that they develop a writer's block after reading TV Tropes, and others have mentioned that they get too depressed to write. In both case, they state thhe problem as being "WEll, all the tropes have been done before, so I can't do anything original.

I can't help but think this is a product of Television Topes own success. TV Tropes used to be useful both in describing some of the "Cheats" that writers used, and in pointing out the cliched, racist and sexist elements in TV shows. However I'm starting to see it used as a substitute for actually describing what's going on in a given piece of fiction. Believe it or not there IS a difference between Madmen and Supernatural, even if they share some tropes- which I know they do, because ALL shows share tropes. That's where I suspect the sense of depression really comes in, from knowing that one's work won't actually be judged for what it has to say or the quality of our writing, but merely cataloged on what tropes people can glom onto. It's description as a substitute for criticism.

Not only has the situation become like that joke where prisoners simply say the numbers of jokes, TV Tropes is rapidly becoming prescriptive, not descriptive. I've actually heard writers say "Well, I'm doing a story about subject X, so according to TV Tropes, I need to have Tropes A, B, and G-R in it. Hell, I can practically do my writing by numbers now." It's like an author listening too much to what fans want to see- the end result is Piers Anthony.

I suppose the answer could be as simple as a writer not reading TV Tropes, but TV Tropes has had a valuable role to play in pointing out bad writing and cliches, especially those that are racist, sexist, or other-ist. And of course it leaves the problem of other people putting too much emphasis into TV Tropes. Maybe it's just time to start over, or do some vigorous editing of the site?

What do you all think?
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So this Christmas, because it is a holy day at the end of the year, when the nights are longest, I decided to do something special for [livejournal.com profile] racerxmachina . I decided to do something I haven't had the courage to do in ages. I descended the 99 stone steps to the unlit cavern carved out of the living earth, I removed the ofuda, I broke the seals, and I opened the vault. With my left hand, I removed the recipe for EL GUAPO. With my right eye closed and wearing only red, I made one, this my signature drink.

And we survived to tell the tale of EL GUAPO.

There are skeptics out there, I know. "It's just a drink" they say "So what?" They can say that, they are safe in their own houses, with their whimsical and innocuous drinks such as martinis, mai tais and Long Island ice teas. They've never had an EL GUAPO in their hand, seen the earthy deep brown fluid inhabiting the glass staring back at them.

This is EL GUAPO: the mysterious drink that kills with it's love. The drink that Racerxmachina calls "The universal panty solvent. She says the ladies love EL GUAPO...they think. What they can remember of it anyway.

I share the secret recipe for EL GUAPOwith no one.
Well, unless they ask me. Then I tell as much of the recipe as I can remember when sober.

To tell the truth, I'm normally not even completely sure what the recipe consists of. I just wake up in the morning to the smell of cinnamon and chocolate, and I notice the blender is pitted and it's gaskets need replacing.


I do know that a chemist once tried to analyze EL GUAPO; all we know of the aftermath is they never did locate his pants.

You do not have an EL GUAPO as a "Hair of the dog". Because if it were a hair it would be a hair twenty feet long weighing 300 pounds.

Anyway, the recipe (more of a list of suggestions and warnings, really) is back safe in it's vault. I have sworn off EL GUAPO for the next solar cycle. Except as a toast to departed friends, I may bring a small sample to Dundracon. Those who are brave may have a sip.
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Your computer may be possessed by a demon!,

...so warns the Reverend Jim Peasboro, a leading minister (leading exactly who or what, I have to wonder).

While Even I have to admit that at first glance this may explain some of the more bizarre aspects of one's least favorite computer or software manufacturer (go ahead, pick one), I have to wonder if things such as:

"Decent, happily married family men were drawn irresistibly to pornographic websites and forced to witness unspeakable abominations. "Housewives who had never expressed an impure thought were entering Internet chat rooms and found themselves spewing foul, debasing language they would never use normally. "

Or:

" Then the device went haywire and started printing out what looked like gobbledygook. "I later had an expert in dead languages examine the text," the minister said. "It turned out to be a stream of obscenities writt5 aen in a 2,800-year-old Mesopotamian dialect!"


...might have different explanations. Like say, accidentally logging onto Usenet groups, or reading Youtube comments. Somebody even more cynical may say that pornography and foul language may be the sort of thing that christians regularly indulge in when behind closed doors, and that demons is just a handy excuse.

However, I should bring up one potentially important thing that the the Reverend seems to have missed. If any computer made after 1985 has the memory capacity to hold a demon, wouldn't that mean that your average Blackberry, iPhone or Droid would have enough memory to do the same? So why don't we have swarms of possessed phones, texting blasphemy, making their screens rotate, or the like? Why are we stuck with the mundane annoyances of smart phones?

Could it be that phone carriers are too evil even for El Diablo? Hmm.
roseembolism: (lump grenade)
...I need to find some ground duck. Does anyone in the SF Bay Area know where I can find some?
roseembolism: (Getoutta)
There really needs to be a variant on the Goodwin's Law that states "As an internet Star Wars discussion grows longer, the probability of a debate as to whether the Empire is evil approaches one."

At that point we can conclude that just like in the threads described by the original Goodwin's Law, the Star Wars thread will continue, but the actual information content will be zero.

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The news article about it is here: Reclusive small-time writer kills himself by setting fire to the tons of papers, stories, articles and rejection slips that filled his apartment. The community knew him as a recluse, but the fan community knew him as "Froggy",  a brilliantly witty author and internet poster. Such a tragic end to a man who was unknown to the larger world, but honored by fandom. Fans are Slans and all that.

But wait, there's more, as both the article and [livejournal.com profile] nihilistic_kid 's livejournal post explores. The man  deliberately cultivated an air as an enigma, cultivating multiple backgrounds and identities. He claimed to have been married three times, and to have had adventures all over the world; nothing could be confirmed, no details given, he was merely the eccentric who dressed like an 19th century time traveler. Neighbors on the other hand knew him as a far right-winger who would only talk about obscure historical topics or dogs, and would occasionally scream about his childhood abuse late at night. And, in what the paper bizarrely describes as "the most sordid story", 10 years ago he kidnapped, tied up, and sexually assaulted a neighbor.

And finally last week he spammed a couple newsgroups with reports that he was "going away for a while" (Quoting an arctic explorer's last words) and then set fire to his apartment and himself. To observers, it's clear that he not only wanted to kill himself, but take all of his neighbors with him.

So
this tragedy actually gets revealed as a severely disturbed sex offender whose stories were accepted at face value by fandom, and whose incipient meltdown went almost completely unnoticed. Fandom once again shows it has a hard time telling eccentricity and bad hygiene apart from people with serious mental issues. As for me? I'm trying hard to have some sympathy for the guy, but well, some fans simply choose to end up as object lessons for other fans. He sounds like someone who constantly constructed a fantasy persona to avoid dealing with his actual life. And that's a real object lesson and warning for all fans. Of course I'm probably a bit more vehement than I need to be, because I've known fans that remind me of him. The three-hundred pound hairy unhygenic fans who try to use their fandom as a crutch and a shield from the world. The thing is, in that sort of private war, the world always wins. you can only retreat for so long and so far from the world.

And now, I think in spite of my sore knee, I'm going out for some exercise, and to meet people.
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So I was just now sitting on the couch petting Alice - the more social, good-natured of our cats- when she did something totally unprecedented for her. She was deliriously enjoying being petted, when suddenly she stiffened, and actually growled deep in her throat. Not at me; she jumped down, raced around the coffee table, and jumped up on the other end of the couch, to stare fixedly, wide eyed at the front door. I heard nothing at all, but just as a precaution, I reached behind me and locked the door, before getting up to have a look.

There was no bug (and she wouldn't growl at a bug either), and I saw nobody through the peephole. Finally I opened the door- there was nobody there. Alice has settled down, but she's still keeping an eye on he door. I wonder what's going on?
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I had a little encounter this afternoon, which really drove home to me, as a third-born child, the different ways in which parents treat their firstborn vs. their later children; You see, to parents of firstborns, a child is still a magical, unique thing to be cherished and honored. This somehow wears off after the second child.[Poll #1603479]
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Context:


I write like
Dan Brown

I Write Like by Mémoires,




Oh. That's who. How utterly humiliating.

Anyway, that's what I got when I did the writing analysis of my last "Under the Green Moon" story. When I tossed some character backgrounds for a Heroquest game into the shredder I got:


I write like
H. P. Lovecraft

I Write Like by Mémoires,




*sigh* Is it too early in the day to start drinking heavily yet?

A legal letter I wrote to the government received this result:


I write like
Margaret Atwood

I Write Like by Mémoires,




You heard it here people! Margaret Atwood reads like a formal appeal to a labor relations board!

Finally, I tried my resume:


I write like
Vladimir Nabokov

I Write Like by Mémoires,




Maybe I should stick to writing resumes. Or maybe I should just crawl under the bed with the cats.

Edit: links taken out due to site being a vanity press.
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Optometrist: "You need bifocals."

Owwwwwwww....


In other (work) news... )

Whew.
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Over on the Extraordinary Observations blog, Rob Pitingolo comments on the fact that bicycling seems to be mainly a practice of people from the middle to upper income brackets. He speculates that the primary reason low-income people fail to use the new bike paths is due to culture. In my time in low-income neighborhoods, I've also observed a low usage of bicycles among the citizenry. I agree that culture may be considered, bnut that  an overbroad explanation for behavior that may have some practical roots. There's a couple of factors in bicycle use that could preclude it from being a common transportation mode in low-income areas, ones that well-to-do bikers might not consider.

First of all road infrastructure should be mentioned- not only in terms of repair, but the function of the roads. Bicyclists tend to come from areas that have roads with relatively low traffic, that are designed to accommodate bicyclists and pedestrians as well as cars. Many low-income residents on the other hand tend to live in mixed-use areas, with heavy commuter, freight and other traffic, making bicycling actively dangerous. For an example, my residential neighborhood is separated from San Jose proper by an industrial section, and several very busy streets that cross the freeway and that include on and off-ramps. Between the trucks, service vehicles, students going to the university, and harried commuters, crossing into downtown is moderately hazardous for cars and pedestrians. It would be dangerous to commute to the city proper on a bike. However, outside of taking a several mile detour, there is no direct bike-accessible route between South San Jose and the downtown. It's likely that even if a bike route across the freeway was established, the surrounding area would be considered dangerous enough

Secondly, there is the capital outlay that needs to be considered. Bicycles are nearly always secondary for the wealthy, however, low income people can generally only afford only one vehicle- and the price for a decent bike and a car that can be "made runnable" isn't as different as it may seem. Given a choice between a vehicle that has limited cargo and passenger capacity and foul-weather use, a car is a more practical choice.

Bicycles require a degree of mechanical knowledge to keep in good shape, mechanical knowledge that generally isn't as available in low-income communities. While nearly everyone knows someone who has mechanical knowledge, and who can teach the basics of keeping a car maintained, unless there's a pre-established culture of bicyclists in a community, learning how to maintain a bicycle may be difficult.

Finally, there is the problem in establishing a bicycling culture in the first place; generally before bicycles are thought of as commuter vehicles, they are thought of as toys for children.; In low-income families, a bicycle for a child may be considered a major expense. Combined with neighborhoods that are perceived as not generally considered safe for bicyclists, then a culture of seeing a bicycle as a practical vehicle will have difficulty in arising. In my time in low-income neighborhoods, I've rarely seen children riding bicycles anywhere except in the safety of parking lots, under the watchful eyes of parents.

This isn't to say that these are the only, or even primary reasons that bicycle use isn't common in low income areas. I've done no formal survey; these are merely my impressions from living in low-income areas.
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...and now I must sleep on a tree branch for a week.

I'm actually not used to eating a lot, especially fatty foods. As part of our weight management program, we've been eating smaller portions, with less meat, and even in parties I generally just nibble.

But today, with going out to watch the Sharks game with some friends at a restaurant- an affair that turned into a restaurant and a pub, I ate, and ate and ate. And I ate bad stuff: tortilla chips; cheese fries; a couple slices of pan pizza; a pulled pork sandwich. We're talking a massive carb and protein load, so when Sandy and I got home, we both immediately crashed and took naps, the same way we might after a night of drinking.

I have places to go, and people to give rides to tonight. And four hours later I still feel bloated and a little woozy. And of course, the Sharks lost. Thus the wages of sin.
roseembolism: (lump grenade)
With lots of colorful terms.

Of course it's Daily Kos, so who knows what sinister agenda lurks behind these comments. Still, Fishgrease has the ring of authority and pulls no punches in describing one thing that BP has done wrong.

Besides it has the phrase "Rope is not rope. It is fucking rope. All of it. Every yard of rope is fucking rope." Which reminds me of some of the better mechanics I've known.

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