An Infinite Number of Monkeys

Tonight while I was idly flicking the internet, I found a link which led to another link which...
Long story short, I thought I was nailed down on an image for my tattoo, but now I have *even more options*.
I tried to make a poll but explosions blood death fire, so now I'm in total lowtech DIY mode.
Here are the five images, please comment and tell me what you think. Total sandbox, baby.
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When I was young, I would do things alone that people around me would never dream of doing, were vaguely horrified at the idea of going without at least one companion. Movies, concerts, karaoke, plays, events of that nature. I went because I wanted to go rather than because somebody else also wanted to go.

These days I still occasionally see a movie on my own but largely think 'Oh, I don't want to bother because if nobody else I know is there it won't be fun enough'. Pride night at Necto. The Big Sleep at the Redford. Twelfth Night on Fourth Night.

I suspect I was happier then.

Because I am such a good soul and there might be some in this, I put the spoilers all ( Under a cut )

My girlfriend doesn't punch people's heads off any more because I bought her a shiny new thermal lance.
But the problem right now is my DLC companion, Watches Chalk, in the Honest Hearts excursion. I love that he doesn't require an invitation to attack somebody before they've drawn blood on me, but his dialogue is the worst kind of 'I am just a naive savage but I'm full of the deep natural wisdom that I derive from my spiritually pure life'.
Also, many of the native NPCs have gone just to the brink of but not quite to the point of saying 'How'.

I'm playing Fallout and keep trying to flirt with my companion. ):

On the plus side, my girlfriend punches people's heads off. How cool is that?

mimerki lured me into her five question project, and asked me the following questions.

(1) You can give one piece of advice to yourself at age 8. What is it?

Stay with the church. It's going to teach you some structure, help you develop a moral compass, and help you learn about people. It will also get you started with critical thinking and asking awkward questions. And don't let anybody pressure you about getting baptised.

(2) Does ice cream go with pie and, if so, what flavor of ice cream?

Ice cream definitely can go with pie, but is not a necessity. Vanilla, especially nice high-end vanilla, is flexibly good with a lot of pies, but that doesn't have to be the end of it. Chocolate ice cream is good with a banana custard pie. Caramel swirl ice cream is good with a chocolate pie. Et cetera. (Full disclosure--I think sharp cheddar goes well on apple pies.)

(3) What song do you sing to yourself when you feel especially cheerful?

It largely depends on what I've been listening to recently. "Daft Punk is Playing at My House". "Call Me a Hole". "Bright Future in Sales". "Bad Girls". "Meet You at the Moon". "I Want You Back". "Gypsy Part of Town". "Life in One Day". The lyrics themselves aren't always joyous, but making the sounds and being good at it seem to be common threads. The most recent one was Dessa's Dutch

(4) The other morning, I found myself discussing Vorlon gender identity with a friend. What type of conversation do you find yourself having that seems to pretty well define the type of people you want in your life?

I thought about this one for quite a while. I think for me it's that moment playing Fiasco where everything is clicking and all four of you can see the trajectories form and you know you have created a beautiful trainwreck together.

(5) You can give one piece of advice to yourself at age 18. Is it the same as what you would give to yourself at 8? Why or why not?

Get out of the church. It has taught you all it can, and will just frustrate you and make you think less of people. You know you don't want to go on a mission, and you're already uncertain about doctrinal issues. Plus, you're going to meet a girl in a couple of years and your relationship with the church will not help you with that.

As I am a lazy sod, I will only give one question, chosen at random, to you if you ask for one.

I am intimidated by Raven's Goodreads list.

Isabella: Sometimes I come down here just to look at the boats.
Hawke: Ships, dear. They're called ships.

I want to help Evelina's scrappy band of ragamuffins. I hope there's an option for that.
UPDATE: There was, at least sort of.

I'm too late to save the mage's wife totally fridged elf. And so I don't tell anybody and just leave her lying in the square. Not very heroic.

I've got a thank you note from Meredith saying that I should 'accept this token of her gratitude'. I have no idea what the token is or where it's been left. There's probably something in the rulebook about that.

King Alistair! Holy crap!

Everything about the "Can't Houndslow sleep in another bed" exchange is darling.

"Hard in Hightown: Siege Harder".

Oh god. The Dalish encampment. *All* those named characters. There is no redemption here. I have feels.

"Best Served Cold" massacre. I literally have my head in my hands as I say *Why* couldn't you have just talked?

I am opposed to making a fight harder (or at least longer) by having more bad guys just fall out of the air. It smacks of lazy writing.

EDIT: Also, I really liked the mechanics for 'follow Isabella's trail to the hideout'. So much I didn't even ask Exactly *what* is she leaving that trail with?

I got to the second evolution point in Dragon Age, the Qunari Problem. I told him he could have his bible but he couldn't have the pirate. And so he said "SINGLE COMBAT!" And I said o ya the archer and the tank should definitely fight a duel. So I ran around and around the pillars while my dog bit him until he fell down.

And then I met the Bone Pit dragon and died four times. Still trying to figure out a strategy for that.

1. I'm thankful for the fine young gentleman who escorted me to the Tiffany Museum on Navy Pier.
2. I'm thankful for living only a few hours from Chicago.
3. I'm thankful for Autumn weather.
4. I'm thankful for people who are trying to help me get a job.
5. I'm thankful to be back in my own bed again.