Wings Over the Pyre - February 12th, 2003

04:01 am

Human Resources:

(It should come as no surprise to anyone that I despise, oh, pretty much all humanity save a vanishingly small handfull. And here's why more knowledge is no benefit.)

Buffyism: OK, damnit, am I the only one with a growing desire to kill, in horrible, messy ways the First Evil would only approve of, the core characters on Buffy? This week, Buffy and Xander had dates (both of which went awry, of course), and at the end Giles goes off on a rant about how its all serious and they don't have time for anything silly like dating ... and I just wanted to knee him in the nards and mention that no one knows anything about the First Evil, so unless he had a productive suggestion, the best thing he could do is go out and get shagged.

Its as if the writers are going out of the way to take away anything redeeming about Buffy and Giles, by giving their character arcs a twist down into devolution. And I could swear that its in Giles' history that he speaks fluent Cantonese, making his terribly idiotic treatment of the Chinese Potential this week all the more ludicrous, when its already out of character. I just felt like running around putting boot to ass in the Buffyverse ...

And what about Principal Robin Wood? Why is it every time someone sees the First, they recognize it for what it is, then actually listen to the insanity it spews? Why do they believe it -- even when it is telling the truth?

I think the First has actually told the truth more than Buffy or Giles has to people this season. Are we supposed to conclude that Evil is found in Honesty? Are we supposed to see that evil can achieve its means using the methods of good? I was honestly blithered to hear Buffy tell Giles that you can't fight Evil with evil. This to the man who killed an essentially innocent man with his bare hands (Ben) and has, innumerable times, used intimidation and the threat, if not outright actualization, of violence to promote the Watchers' and/or the Slayer's ends? This is part of the reason the self-righteousness of late has really bothered me, as if there's a willful blindness to the things they've already done and, seemingly, felt were necessary but not "good." Its as if their memories were wiped clean of this act.

Incidently, seeing Andrew stand up to the First was rather amusing and, really, rather pleasant -- but it also served to remind me that Danny Strong (Jonathan) really deserved a better exit than he got. Being stabbed in the gut by someone you considered your friend to open a demonic gate with no fanfare at all was cheap.

Install: OK, Battle at Procyon and Moonbase Commander are in. Huzzah, if only I had folks to play with. And at least one of my readership will be buying Combat Mission: Barbarossa to Berlin so we can play via email ... right? Right? Bueller? Anybody?

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05:39 am

Mon Theatre: Its not often that you read about a one-man theatre act for eight people, but not only do I read about it, I get to see pictures, too. There are times I feel very lucky to be living in an age where you can post pics and text from a cellphone, and quite unlucky to not be living in Tokyo.

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07:34 am

OS:

Which OS are You?

(I suppose I shouldn't be too shocked by this. Last time I was AppleDOS, so this is certainly a step up. Is it a sign if I keep getting tagged as an ancient OS? I'm currently being very thankful I didn't get HP-UX.)

Time: Its almost 8a, I'm sitting here, twiddling my thumbs, feeling like crap, and debating going to bed ... and calling in sick tonight. Even if I do, however, I don't have much to do but sit here, feel miserable, and complain. I do not wish to turn into my mother, thank you. Decisions, decisions.

Anyone want to drop by Wal-Mart, pick up Treasure Planet: Battle at Procyon, and play a few battles tonight?

PS: I'm using Godzilla soundeffects as my email notifier sound of late ... its definitely attention-getting.

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09:38 am

Zzzzz: OK, sleep, here I come, after getting my ass justly spanked in Combat Mission: Beyond Overlord. Jesus christ, my tanks got taken out way early. Hell, one of them got stuck in a copse of trees. I think my problem is I still don't have a good grasp of engagement ranges. Unlike most wargames, weapon ranges are a lot (read: a frigging lot) longer than the distance you can move over the course of a single turn. Mortars have a max range of 1850m, for Hades' sake. Anyway, it seems I keep charging into the teeth of their weapons before I start looking for good firing positions. Bad ju-ju. Add to that real line of sight issues in Europe's rolling hills, and you see my problem ... I'm getting eaten alive by endless waves of Nazis pouring out of the woods ...

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05:47 pm

Sigh: OK, I'm not feeling that great, even at wakeful time. Suckitude.

Looks like I'm calling in, tonight.

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09:01 pm

Jinkiisu:

(For the record, no, there's nothing the Japanese can't improve.)

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10:12 pm

Rockin':

You're a Deathrocker/Goth-Punk! You're into old
school gloom-n-doom ghoul punk music, ripped up
tight clothing, and big hair cut into unnatural
designs. You recognize the cheesiness in Goth,
and play with it to your benefit.

(OK, this deeply amuses me ... And I'm starting to think I'm insufficiently cool to live up to this iconography. On the other hand, I'm listening to a song about having sex with dead women, so there's hope yet.)