Pineapple Express: Someone Is Wrong on the Internet?

[RealAlHazred]

So I am cleaning up my bookmarks (some of which date from the early '00); its like opening a box of chocolates, you don't know what virus warning you are going to get. Even more fun is clicking on seankreynolds.com and being redirected to a chiropractic practice website . Evidently, Sean is the biggest chiropractor in PA... <face palm>. Note, he isn't part of that website at all.

I still have an old del.icio.us account I imported my old bookmarks to in the 00s. Interesting archaeology to be had there -- I never delete those.

 

[Richards]

I had my head shaved three Saturdays ago...but only after I had the barber gather up individual clumps of my hair, rubber band each clump tightly, and cut it off as close to the scalp as possible. This is the second time I've donated my hair to Wigs for Kids, a charity that takes donated hair and makes wigs for children going through chemo. The thing I like about them is they donate the wigs they make to the families with kids who could use them, rather than selling them to make a profit from a family already going through a lot.

From past experience, I won't be ready to donate again until May of 2031 - it takes me about six years to go from "shaved bald" to "long enough to donate." (They require 12 inches minimum, so I try to grow it to 13 inches to give myself some wiggle room.)

But in any case, my hat of choice is still a ball cap - either my USSTRATCOM cap if I'm going to work or a plain black one otherwise. Before, it was to keep my long hair from blowing in my face; now it's to keep my bald head from getting burned (and to help me get past the gate guards without any questions despite no longer looking very much like the guy in my ID card photo.)

Johnathan

 

[prabe]

We still tend to buy baseball caps as our more-everyday headwear, though we mostly wear them when we're traveling these days. Mine is a souvenir from Taliesin (Frank Lloyd Wright's studio/house in Wisconsin) hers is from Wind Cave National Park.

 

[Ryujin]

Great. Some idiot keyed both passenger doors of my 9 month old car right down to bare metal. I wish my neighbours had pointed it out to me a week ago, when they first noticed it, instead of a couple of minutes ago. Now there's no way I can go back through my dashcams or home security to find out who did it

 

[prabe]

Great. Some idiot keyed both passenger doors of my 9 month old car right down to bare metal. I wish my neighbours had pointed it out to me a week ago, when they first noticed it, instead of a couple of minutes ago. Now there's no way I can go back through my dashcams or home security to find out who did it

That is almost certainly violently uncool. (Sometimes people park their cars in ways that practically beg to be keyed, I'm presuming that's not you.)

 

[Ryujin]

That is almost certainly violently uncool. (Sometimes people park their cars in ways that practically beg to be keyed, I'm presuming that's not you.)

No, definitely not. I even check my spot placement and get back in, if I'm too far to one side of the space. And that's when I park next to someone else, which is rare.

 

[prabe]

No, definitely not. I even check my spot placement and get back in, if I'm too far to one side of the space. And that's when I park next to someone else, which is rare.

Like you, I'll get back in and try again if I'm badly out-of-whack, but honestly, the people who (clearly intentionally) take up two parking spaces, or sometimes four, piss me off a good deal more than the people who end up a bit off-center in their space. (Among other things, someone who is off-center might be parked that way because someone else was.)

 

[Warpiglet-7]

Great. Some idiot keyed both passenger doors of my 9 month old car right down to bare metal. I wish my neighbours had pointed it out to me a week ago, when they first noticed it, instead of a couple of minutes ago. Now there's no way I can go back through my dashcams or home security to find out who did it

I don’t “know you” but that bothers me man.

I am sorry to hear it.

I HATE careless cruelty almost as much as pre planned nonsense.

Someone recently threw their door open and scraped brown paint in my white care. For 9 years I have kept the sides clean. Then spend 2500 to discussed the engine and so committed to keep it longer.

I don’t park near the line. People suck. If the wind caught there door, OK.

Sorry someone did that to your stuff.

 

[Ryujin]

I don’t “know you” but that bothers me man.

I am sorry to hear it.

I HATE careless cruelty almost as much as pre planned nonsense.

Someone recently threw their door open and scraped brown paint in my white care. For 9 years I have kept the sides clean. Then spend 2500 to discussed the engine and so committed to keep it longer.

I don’t park near the line. People suck. If the wind caught there door, OK.

Sorry someone did that to your stuff.

Sorry to hear about that. It sucks when people screw with your stuff. It bothers me far less when I get to be the person who messes up my new things.

Whoever did this to my car was particularly vindictive. Like I said, both doors down to metal. There was enough pressure put on the key, or whatever they used, to push up a couple of little curls of steel.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

There's nothing better than coming to the table intending to basically wing an adventure, dropping in the tiniest bit of atmosphere into the description of a Dyson Logos map and just letting the players wind themselves up imagining all sorts of horrors.

The players basically convinced themselves they were descending a dungeon beneath a wizard's tower into Hell when my contribution was to squint at a mysterious structure on a Dyson map and say, "uh, it's a strange altar with a bowl meant to collect some sort of liquid sacrifice on top. The altar is warm to the touch."

Having failed to give out any meaningful treasure this way, I agreed that the PCs could take some of the esoteric books they found and sell them for 50 gold pieces each.

"But you need to roll a d6 for each one." I gave no other information.

They were so spooked that they returned to town with no treasure, not having encountered anything other than the confused ghost of a military wizard of some sort, and were convinced they had escaped getting sucked into Hellraiser.