Alright, birthday’s over, not a year older, let’s check out what sweet stuff I got!
Ok, time to play Dragon Age II again, with a sassy gay mage hawke again, except this time with an imported DAO/DAA continuous line.
Also, we’re role playing it a bit this time to make it more interesting - mage hawke isn’t allowed to show off his magics in public. In an “abandoned” warehouse? Sure. At important “Oh Andraste, you’re a mage!?” story points? Yep. Wandering around the streets in full view of all the guards and templars? Whoa nelly, you keep those fireballs in check, messer! None of that obvious sparkly business!
fun fact of the day: the human brain cannot makeup faces, therefore every person you see in your dreams is someone you have seen before. THAT MEANS THAT IF YOU MEET YOUR FAVORITE CELEBRITY AND THEY LOOK AT YOUR FACE THERE IS A CHANCE THAT THEY WILL SEE YOU IN A DREAM THEY HAVE OK
Ok, I’ve seen this ‘fact’ before, and I still can’t come up with how you could possibility verify that. We cannot keep track of every face any one person has ever seen, nor can we remotely view the dreams of others. Horse feathers!
I am quite amused that ‘Exploding Head Syndrome' and 'Maple Syrup Urine Disease' are both real things that actually exist, that 'Maple Syrup Urine Disease' is the far more likely cause severe brain damage than 'Exploding Head Syndrome,’ and that a possible side effect of ‘Exploding Head Syndrome' is 'increased laughter.'
Cyber-psychologist Berni Goode talking about Flow on Charlie Brooker’s How Videogames Changed the World.
Flow is extremely important. So, so important.
It’s what keeps some people sane. It’s what drives the world’s most skilled and accomplished athletes, the most intense gamers, the hardcore hobbyists, even many of the most talented artists, musicians and actors - flow is what you get when unstoppable drive meets an unflinching will and unlimited dedication.
Flow is being utterly, truly “in the zone”. And it’s one of the most amazing feelings there is.
This is why finding a sport, or a hobby, or a martial art, or a handicraft, or a new video game, or any skill-based activity that uses focus and requires practice and repetition is so beneficial for things like depression and anxiety and overall mental/physical well-being.
Dalish: Gettin’ respected a bit!
Werewolves: Less Hairy
Arl Eamon: Chillin’ with his family
Circle mages: Doing fine, wearing silly hats
Templars: Still addicted to lyrium
Dwarves: Reclaiming thaigs like crazy
Anvil: Hidden away for being gross
Alistair: Kinging it
Warden: Consorting it
DoggieHowserMD: Barking at things
Belly: Full of tempura
Kitchen: Full of unwashed dishes
Ocellated Turkey (Meleagris ocellata)
….the only other species of extant turkey alive today (Australian brush turkeys are not “true” turkeys or closely related). Ocellated turkeys occur in the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico and parts of Belize and Guatemala. They typically inhabit tropical deciduous and lowland evergreen forests, they are also found in seasonally flooded habitat and open areas, especially during the breeding season. During the breeding season (in spring), ocellated turkeys are often seen in clearings where males will gobble and strut to attract females. Breeding will take place from late March to mid-April and around 12 eggs are typically laid.
Like their North American cousins M. ocellata are generalists and will eat a wide variety of plant materials, insects, nuts, berries and seeds. However, chicks will feed solely on insects for their fist month. Ocellated turkeys are similar in appearance to M. gallopavo but they differ in that they have a striking iridescent green color and they lack the ‘beard’ found in wild turkeys. They are also significant smaller than their northern cousins. True to their common name their tail feathers possess ocelli (eyespots) like those found on peafowl.
Currently Meleagris ocellata is listed as Near Threatened and faces threats due to hunting and habitat destruction.
"Modernizing" This post for the season, Happy Thanksgiving!!
I’d like to say I’m thankful that Jews have agreed that it is spelled “Channukah”.
Still prefer Hanukkah. So obviously we haven’t agreed.
I like ‘Chanike’, as it references my Yiddish-inflected accent. Otherwise, I say ‘Chanukah’, with one n only.
As long as you aren’t doing that kh shit.
A fraylekhn Khanike!!!
Ok, that last one got me.
A fraylekhn Khanike!
Ok, I had 6 units of alcohol while making those doughnuts (which technically qualifies as binge drinking, though just barely), and all that seemed to happen was that my proprioception was slightly impaired for about an hour.
I will continue testing this gradually, but I still do not understand the appeal of drinking. It just doesn’t seem to do anything useful or pleasurable. Where is the appeal?
It’s just me and the cat, half a bottle of blackberry manischewitz, a vat of oil. So far a dozen jelly doughnuts and 7 not-chicken tenders have popped out of that and I think I’m a bit too floppy right not to trust myself around either the grater or the oil anymore so no latkes tonight I guess!
Went to the “Jews and UUs” Thanksgiving service at Temple. Most of it was standard and what you’d expect from an interfaith service: psalms, relevant poetry, some not-in-any-way-offensive-to-anyone hymns, and some instrumental music. However, there was a cellist and he played Slipping and so now I am really confused. Slipping. From Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long blog. At a Thanksgiving service.