Weblog Licentiae Moeticae

In which our hero awakens, and finds himself in the future.

The little bugger crept up on me while I wasn't looking and blindsided me.  I mean, I knew about the communicators (excuse me; 'cell phones') and the handheld computers and personal digital mass music storage devices and of course the entire concept of a worldwide computer network permitting a close approximation of universal communication.  I knew about nerve regeneration research and cloning and the entire left-handed sugar thing.  I knew about the powered exoskeletons and the laser gun research and the X-Prize and even the invisibility suit prototype.  I didn't know about the rollers in kid's sneakers that allow them to go from walking to skating in a second, although I can't say that I'm surprised.

But I don't want to talk about that.  I want to talk about the modern music industry, and how it's going to change.  Yesterday, I got to hold a prototype of the silver bullet that may just transform the beast.

I clearly need a better agent.

Christopher Lee's, preferably; he gets all the good gigs... which apparently included SOE, if I'm reading that right.

Color me suitably envious.

(Via The Protocols of the Yuppies of Zion)

Now, this would be what we call A Foglio-heavy environment...

...per, post.

Anyway, it was just a random little observation that, based on the latest story line of Girl Genius... look, I understand that when GURPS Girl Genius comes out there'll be reasons for playing something else besides a Jagermonster*.  Perfectly logical ones.

I'm just having trouble seeing them right now.  Those guys are like comedic gold, you know?  And they can pick up horses, too!

Gratuitous Foglio website and Livejournal link, until I can put them up in lists.

I don't know if I like this webcomic...

...but this strip, at least, appeals.  Dunno why, exactly.

(Via Websnark)

So, it was all happening at the zoo...

...the National Zoo in Dizzy City, that is.  We - we being myself, Jaymiel and the Future Sister-in-Law - had gone to see the cheetah cubs, the new panda cub and, of course, the naked mole rats.

No, I have no idea either why the damned things are so fascinating, but they are.

So we saved the panda exhibit for last, and by the time we got there Jaymiel was mock-gnawing on my shoulder (in classic mock-panda fashion), which was her subtle way of indicating that it would be wise to acquire some sort of lunch - preferrably one not subject to Zoo prices.  $2.50 for water, can you believe it?... right, moving along.

I got nothing, sorry.

What's new with you?

James Doohan, RIP.

As you are no doubt aware, James Doohan died today.

I remember watching television over a decade ago, flipping through channels, when I came across Homeboys in Outer Space. As you may remember, Mr. Doohan had a role on that... television program, until its rapid cancellation.  I do not remember much about that show, but I do remember one thing: I remember looking at the screen and almost shouting, "Jimmy.  JIMMY! For the love of God, man!  If you were hurting for cash, you could have said something!  You could have called me!  I have a couch that you could sleep on!  I could have loaned you something until you were back on your feet!  You have friends!  Fans!  People who love you!  We could have worked something out!"

...because, you know, we would have.  Montgomery Scott was a beloved character for my particular subgroup, and he wouldn't have been the same without Jimmy Doohan.

Thank you, and be at peace.

Not dead...

... I just have connection issues. 

Which sounds more like an about-to-be-trendy neurosis than anything else, but that's kharma for you.

This always seems to be...

...the worst part of the year from a book-buying point of view; nothing seems to be out that I Simply Must Read.  Gaming books ditto, although God knows I buy supplements that I know full well that I won't ever use.

Suggestions for the former welcome; just bear in mind that my favored literary choices usually have an exploding starship on the cover, or fantasy equivalent thereof.

Beer Foamy.

Blackberry liquor mixed with peach schnapps mixed with double vodka and topped off with cranberry juice over ice is not, however.  No matter how many of them you drink.

I have empirical proof of this.