Random Thought Thread

I'm going to guess it's the heat where you live. Not in your house, but before you bought the book. I bet it sat in a warehouse somewhere under the blazing south west sun and the glue in the spine got hot enough to let go a bit. Now that you're reading it, the integrity of the spine is falling apart faster than the Enterprise's shields under a Romulan attack.

 

Crappy binding. People demand cheaper books and the publisher has to make a profit, so what you gonna do?

 

Jane Eyre, but it was like a 4th edition leather bound number that wasn't in great shape when I bought it.

Need to take it to a leather book binder to rebind.

Also La Dame de Monsoreau by Alexander Dumas—but it was a goner the moment I bought it. It was holding on by a thread. Don't know the edition, but seems at least tail end of 1800s to early 1900s. I'm leaning towards 1900s based on the style of the binding, but I'm no expert or in any real way qualified to assess.

 

Oh. Sounds like the binding was bad. Can you go swap it for another copy?

 

I would take this theory to Vegas.

 

32 degrees. 32.5 degrees. 33 degrees.


I am a puddle right now

 

It'll probably stay there. :3

 

The last time I played D&D, it was a bit strange.
My skinny Elf Assassin got 500XP for surviving
a game of checkers and angry brutal Dwarf sex.
That is when I learned two things.
1. There are Dwarven Women
2. They like to shag the shit out of skinny little Elves.

 

(Borrows it for a character in a future fantasy idea...)

 

I miss D&D.

 

We switched to Cyberpunk in the 90s, then I got out because the group I was with (coworkers) was absolutely obsessive. Thirty minutes before work? Let's get in some play, and see you at lunch for another fifteen, then meet after dinner, every damn day. It turned into a job, so I killed my character off and left them to their game.

 

I miss Cyberpunk.


(Gogo CDProjektRed!!)

 

I miss everything.

Albeit, my aim is atrocious.

 

Just do like the movies. Close your eyes and fire wildly about.
That always seems to work in the movies.

 

At 1:29.

 

I'm actually good at aiming left handed. When I was in Indian Princesses (father/daughter thing where girls learnt to camp, jump off horses mid full gallop, etc) I was even a lefty for archery and was even a decent shot.

Actually, later in high school my senior class all had to go to this camp together and they had these hay bales with targets painted on them & apples on top. A few of my friends have posted these photos of me posing next to a bullseye or two, praising my skills with a bow & arrow, but me commenting "yeah, but I was actually aiming for the apple."

To this day I can't remember if really had missed in a spectacular fashion or if that was just my usual self deprecating humour. It would be just like me to fluke it, even if I had previous training. Like I took ju jitsu for several years cause I kept getting attacked, but the only cool moves I ever successfully did were accidental flukes that could never be replicated.

Anyway, unfortunately as right hand is my dominant hand, I instinctively throw or aim right handed which means I always miss horribly. My left hand/arm is just so weak from misuse that it tires out easily.

But I'm not sportsy or competitive anyway, so I'll stick to my arts & crafts.

 

I'm glad you said that. I can put a sock on my left foot with my left hand (and a little help from my right hand). I once attacked a rat in my kitchen, whatcha gonna do, with both hands, including my left hand.

 

One day I aim to be as skilled as you are.

 

You aim high Nobu.

 

This is one of the ways I cope with writing such things as flaying people, and just
general hell on earth type stuff for my WIP. (Also to cope with the fact that I am
lonely SOB.)

http://www.boredpanda.com/heartbreaking-last-wishes/?utm_source=CB20&utm_medium=link&utm_campaign=SAW

It reminds me that their is still goodness out there. even though I have yet to know it these
past few years.

 

Like I always say:

Aim for the moon; if you miss—and unless you're some sort of rocket scientist, you will miss spectacularly—it'll come plummeting back down to earth & probably seriously injure some innocent bystander somewhere.

 

I like that.

 

Nearly three hours from one side of a tiny island to the other. The traffic here is Britishly bad, for those of you who can appreciate that comparison.

 

Yeah, try driving in LA or with a 50 mph limit and tell me that.