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So, does anyone know how to get rid of a 'Friend' on this thing. I know that I can knock someone off of my list, but how about someone who has friended me? 

(Here comes the asshole part, feel free to hate me, I don't mind).

I used to be friends with someone on here who has died. It really bums me out when I see her SN on here, and I would like to just delete it and remember her as a cool girl that I once chatted with, rather than the strange 'Ghost Presence' that has been erected for her (Post Mortem) by one of her friends, who keeps her Journal open.

Suggestions?s

Woohoo! Isn't the 'Mark of the Beast' a kewl blue star!?!

HAYDEN, Idaho - A man who believed he bore the "mark of the beast" used a circular saw to cut off one hand, then he cooked it in the microwave and called 911, authorities said.


The man, in his mid-20s, was calm when Kootenai County sheriff's deputies arrived Saturday in this northern Idaho town. He was in protective custody in the mental health unit of Kootenai Medical Center.

"It had been somewhat cooked by the time the deputy arrived," sheriff's Capt. Ben Wolfinger said. "He put a tourniquet on his arm before, so he didn't bleed to death. That kind of mental illness is just sad."

It was not immediately clear whether the man has a history of mental illness. Hospital spokeswoman Lisa Johnson would not say whether an attempt was made to reattach the hand, citing patient confidentiality.

The Book of Revelation in the New Testament contains a passage in which an angel is quoted as saying: "If anyone worships the beast and his image and receives his mark on the forehead or on the hand, he, too, will drink the wine of God's fury."

The book of Matthew also contains the passage: "And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell."

Wolfinger said he didn't know which hand was amputated.

(Another) Game Night...

Well, folks just left from yet another game night at my place.
Egan,Kit,Patricia,Jared and Grimace showed up, and we started with a game of Venus Needs Men.
It went back and forth for the most part, with everything coming down to all of us being 1 turn away from a win.
Egan blasted me, I blasted Jared, Jared blasted everybody. You get the picture...this is a hilarious game, with bad 'Alien' sound effects and all.Egan yelling 'ACK!ACK!, ala Mars attacks (He was the Martians, which resemble the movie version about 99%), Jared insisting that we had  all invaded his  'Livestock  Spawning Grounds', and therefore must perish. I was Earth, and tried to ferry folks to the 'Secret Underground base', before they were eaten, infected with space-worms, enslaved by Nymphos from Venus (Um, I am  still  confused as to how that one is bad, Jared and Egan agreed with my stance on the subject). Patricia finally pulled out a victory.

Then, on to Arkham Horror. Wow, this one takes a long time to set up, but it one badass game, once it gets going. H,P. Lovecraft himself would be proud, by Azathoth. It is a game where all of the players work together to stop the Ancient One (We pulled Nyarlathotep), which we failed to do...My character (Monterey Jack, and Indiana Jones clone) ended lost in the nether Realms, while everyone else got eaten, I suppose...
When you lose, and you all still loved the game, that's the sign of a good game

Oh, and Jared and I ate too much pie...damn you, Oh delicious coconut cream!!!

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Wow, that's what it said. I suppose I could blame Myspace for distracting me, although I really don't spend much time there either (I have a whole other group of friends bugging me about never being on). I suppose that I could blame work, or my rekindled love of archery, or games...

Tangential Nightmare, but at least you were warned...

In any event...

I stayed up all night, and no Santa Claus. Dammit... I suppose that I didn't really expect him to make an appearance, but you never know, right?
Instead, I got an old friend coming over, as well as a couple of others.
Gabe and his 11 year old showed up X-mas Eve, ready to roll some dice, and Kit and Patricia made a somewhat later appearance. I am really starting to like throwing impromptu board/card game nights, so if anyone local feels like showing up sometime (Yes, I have snacks, and booze...), let me know.
I didn't really do the gift giving thing, except for my best bud (Emily), who I gave both the big'ole honkin' 'The Absolute Sandman,Vol 1', as well as 'Confessions of a Part Time Sorceress-A Girl's Guide to Dungeons and Dragons'.Em will get Vol 2 for her B-Day in Feb. Shit, I haven't even bought those for myself, but she had never read them before, and has become a bit of a (latecomer) Gaiman nut. Better late than never...

Anyways, back to game night. So, aside from Em, the only presents that I gave out were to Gabe's son, really. Maybe I am living vicariously through Gabe, as the Awesome Uncle, since I don't have any brats (But love them). Gabe and his wife Sarah are healthy nuts, no soda for the kid (Who is visiting from Ohio, where he lives with his Mom), no junk food, etc... Gabe realizes that all bets are off when he visits, and I think he secretly likes letting the kid (Kyer) fall down the slippery slope of food and drink Sin just a bit.
At my house it's chili dogs and chips, French onion dip and soda (In moderation, I don't need another nutcase bouncing off of the walls, Grimace and myself are quite enough...). He is even allowed to have Popeye's Chicken, a far cry from a salad and some pine nuts.
I love me a salad, but it's game night...you need some dirty fuel to slay Orcs and/or dominate the World in a game of Axis and Allies, ya know?
Where was I...Oh yeah, Kyer's present. So, the kid had been hinting at his dad that he wanted one of the D&D Dragon figures, which are a fucking fortune (50 bucks on Amazon, and more in stores...). Gabe was a bit resigned to fork it over, butI said 'Just let me give him a Mc'Farlane Dragon, they are 10 times better, more detailed and it didn't cost me a fortune.
Yes, I am a nerd, I collect stuff...Todd McFarlane's Dragons among other things. Anyways, I had an extra Berserker Dragon, that I had accidentally bought from an online store, forgetting that I had it. No, they aren't in Mylar, and yes, we use them in our nerdy D&D games.
So, I see the kid last night, and I show him the wrapped present. What does he ask
'Is it the Gargantuan White Dragon!?!'
:|
I said 'Nope, better...' He snickers a 'Yeah, right...' and opens it. Well, I hate to sound all sappy, but the look on his face when he saw the much more badass Dragon reminded me of my little sister where I was 10 or so, she 8.
She had been asking for some Barbie Dreamhouse thing forever, and my parents were Uber broke. We were always broke, and my mom was despondent about how Krista's X-mas would suck. My father just smiled and told her not to worry about it, and went into our living room and put his workbags on. See, even though it was almost impossible to keep 4 kids afloat in 1979 on what he made, he was, and is still the finest carpenter that you will ever meet, bar none. He received a hammer for his 10th X-Mas (My grandpa, not so awesome as my dad...)
So,my dad stays up all X-Mas night, building my little sister a Barbie House, like he was designing a miniature Victorian, which it resembled. It had a working elevator, a sun-deck (Very Arizona, trust me...), a carport/garage, 4+ rooms per floor, and a garden.
It was so big that my sister could sit in it (Which she used to, until I had to help her untangle her hair from various protruding things...).

When she saw that Barbie Mansion, well, it was a much more awed face than Kyer's, truth-be-known, but he had such a massive grin, and said 'This Dragon is WAY MORE TOUGH than the White Dragon, I knew that I (And Gabe) had 'Rolled a Natural 20', as we game nerds say.
I also gave him a set of dice from Poland that are hand made by actual non-Chinese, non slave-labor. Sure, they are 4 bucks each, or a set of 7 for 22, but they rock, and there are hundreds of diminutive skulls in the area behind the numbers. He loved them.
And he got to use them to kill Zombies in a short game that I threw together for his visit. Not a bad night after all.

Oh, Tristan won Mars needs Men, a great Boardgame, reminiscent of bad 50's Alien Invasion flicks, and Kit kicked our butts at Reiner Knizia's Samurai.
OK, sleep for me , and visiting Mom&Dad tomorrow for X-mas food  etc..

-Ron
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    Aquariums...

I picked up another one...

I now have six mantis Shrimp once again (One died a few months back, R.I.P., lo Pan...).

How could I say "No"? It was free, the tank was free...I have space.

I now have:
2 Odontodactylus scyllarus (Dagon, and the new one, Hydra),
1 Gonodactylus platysoma (Glaurung),
1 Gonodactylus chirage (Freya),
1 Gonodactyleus viridis (Baron von Munchausen)
1 Gonodactylus ternatensis (Baba-Yaga).

Hydra is friggin HUGE, almost 5" long, which dwarfs Dagon (The former largest of the monsters). Hydra seems pretty content in a spiffy new Eclipse 12, sitting on a newly thrown up shelving system (One that will soon hold 3 more of my mantis tanks, so as to make room for reef tanks.

-Ron

PS: What's Travis' LJ...I need to see a certain bit of video footage AGAIN.

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Fuck You Pabst...

That is all, thank you.

-The Management.

No wait...that is not all. What the fuck is wrong with the drones that pass themselves off as drinkers in the bars and clubs of today?

Newsflash: Pabst sucks, period. Pabst tastes like dirty water. No, like dirty water that someone has given a cat-pee-spritzer to. It isn't cool, it isn't good,it isn't hip. And another thing...when in a club/bar (Where I work, for instance), have another drink ready to go if we don't have your precious Pabst, which we carry now, if merely because we needed a 'cheap' beer for the fuckers that will pay 200 bucks for someone else's 'vintage' jeans from the 70's, yet want to complain that 5 bucks is too much for Guiness, do we have something cheaper...? You fuckers don't deserve to have Guinness pass your Accurssed lips.
Yes, please do something other than staring at those of us behind the bar and whine 'you don't have any Pabst!?!' like some simpleton. Use your eyes...there is a beer tree, you know, one with beers on Tap.
We happen to have 6 (5 and a cider...) in plain view, plus a bottle of Corona,Heinie,the ubiquitous MGD/Miller light and the near beer right there for you to see.
Don't make the bartender recite the beers off, they are busy people.
Don't ask for the 'Cheapest Beer'...if you have to ask that, you can't afford to drink in the bar/club. Do your drinking in the parking lot/on the bus/at home, like all of the other children. Don't lecture the bartender on how uncool it is that we charge 3 bucks for a Pabst, which is only a buck at your favorite hipster dive bar....or how 3 bucks would get you a whole 6-pack at Safeway. take your broke,whining ass elsewhere.

And while I am on about this, fuck Bud,Miller,Coors and Heinie as well.
Corona sucks, but at least it has the decency to taste passable when imbibed while one is eating tacos (See also Tsing Tao with chow mein).

I understand if those of you who (tragically) live in a state other than California drink this swill, but we have hundreds of delicious brews here in the state (Along with the states just to the north of us...) that make the aforementioned beers about as delicious as gerbil drool. Wait, I think that gerbil drool actually won out over Bud in a recent taste test.

Once again, Fuck You Pabst!


Oh, and if you are from a part of the World that produces a particular beer,say,Oh, I don't know...Jamaica, for instance...don't freak out when we don't carry your beer (Red Stripe, for instance).
There are hundreds of beers that those who decide such things have to choose from, and limited space. Don't say things like 'If'n ya don'ave Red Stripe, then Fuck'yah' or some other such statement. Try something new, you just might like it. I suggest Newcastle, you can never go wrong with a Nuke.


-Ron

B-Day Location Change!

OK...looks like it has been switched to Tommy's Mexican restaraunt on Geary.

8PMish...

Tommy's Mexican Restaurant
5929 Geary Blvd
San Francisco, CA 94121
(415) 387-4747
Cross Street: 23rd Avenue

I hope that this isn't too much of an imposition on anybody, but the margaritas are Worlds better than anything that Chevy's can summon up.