An Infinite Number of Monkeys

I was thinking to myself this morning that we'd actually recently seen a few movies recently featuring women whose sole job wasn't soothing the hero's ego and talked to other women about things. Then I thought "I want to host some chick flick parties where we watch some of those."

I have some ideas, and likely will think of a few more but I reckon I can ask the hivemind and they'll do a lot of my legwork for me.

Things I have thought of so far:

In a World
Trainwreck (Maybe? It's a romcom.)
Spy
Hot Pursuit
Bridesmaids (Maybe? I'd have to watch it again.)

Things I haven't thought of so far:

Tonight I met a new friend. I got lasered, stomped, pounced upon, lethally hugged, grenaded, stung or bitten or something, and shot. I got shot a whole bunch.

But a day that ends with a Matt Nathanson ticket in my hand is a good one.

EDIT: Oh and also this one time I punched four husks to death before they dragged me down and hugged me to death.

#MassEffect3WorldProblems #OhHolyChristWhatIsThat

Apparently I saved all the missions on Tuchanka so I could do them all at once. Radioactive hell hole holiday package tour! If this is Thursday, it must be apocalyptic. Step one: Skeezy Salarian Scheme. Step two: Underground Ruins and gigantic sandworm. Step Three: . . . Step Four: Profit!

No, seriously. They turned me loose on a race to the Shroud, but I can't find my way out of the first room. So the race isn't going that well. It's a good thing most of these missions aren't timed. I hate that; countdown clocks make me anxious. But I got to tell a bunch of Krogan to shut the hell up and sit the hell down. This game is mildly therapeutic for me right now. For an hour I'm visibly accomplishing things and my efforts measurably change my world.

My new favorite weapon doesn't need thermal clips, and that is about the best thing ever. I even put the prothean on my squad because he can equip an assault rifle. Which is impressive because usually I want to punch him in the nuts. But he still bugs me less than James. Not Franco, Mexican James. Why can't he be more like Cortez, who isn't a stereotype with the occasional Spanish word dropped in? Neither here nor there. I have my girls (usually EDI and Liara, but I guess now Javik is one of my girls. Because beam weapon. I want Ashley back. And not shiny Ashley with full pouty lips. Bad ass SPECTRE Ashley with a beam weapon. I'm saying 'beam weapon' a lot because I don't remember the name of the rifle and don't care enough to look it up. I think it's Prothean or something.

#MassEffect3WorldProblems #AshleyWhere'sAshley

I am in midbook all over the house. One on the Kindle. One on the mobile. One in the showerroom. One on the desk next to my computer. Three textbooks.

*squee* Yeoman Kelly saved my fish!
Also, *squee* Yeoman Kelly!

#MassEffect3WorldProblems #YeomanKelly

I don't know if it happens before or after the name change, but I finally
have an image I can point to and say "I want my tattoo to look like that."
I grew up in the PNW, and admired the mythic/metaphoric art of Chinook (and
Salish) totem poles. But Coyote is my spirit guide, and there aren't a lot
of coyote in the area, let alone on totem poles. Last month I finally found
something that mostly works for me. Unfortunately I don't know what the
parts that don't work are. Whoever I see, we'll discuss that among other
things, like where it goes.

Finally breaking out ME3. Not sure how I'm going to do the multi-player part since I suspect I'm the only person on earth who's helming a Shepherd. The improvements in graphics are, every once in a while, startling. Especially things like water and clouds. I'm impressed by the smoothness switching from character control to cut scene, even if I am caught off guard. One thing I'm not crazy about is tarted up Ashley. I'm not saying she isn't still my girlfriend, nor that I am displeased that both of my girlfriends are in my team for my first big mission. But she looks like she's in a Prell commercial. ...I'm not even sure if they still make Prell, but if they do then she's ready to go.

#MassEffect3WorldProblems #I'mBakingCookies

This morning, I was contemplating how three very similar words (liminal, subliminal, and sublime) could mean such different things.

Then I read something a friend of mine had written, about teenagers. Teenagers, generally speaking, have no sense of consequences--their brain hasn't finished developing yet, that this is what sparks that thanatophilia which so horrifies their parents. They are unscarred by traumatic events that have long term repercussions, and this gives them the ability to dive headfirst into these situations.

And I began to realize why, when I was growing up, most of the other teenagers were so alien to me. I had a hyperdeveloped sense of consequence. Safety first, safety second, and safety in a tie for third with a good book. How, I thought, could these kids smoke cigarettes? Don't they know about lung cancer? How could they pace along the top of that wall? They could fall and break something. And of course once they got their driver's licenses there was a whole school of danger there even if you were driving safely.

I never broke a bone. I didn't get detention. I got good grades, I read a lot of books, and I watched a lot of television. The most dangerous thing I did was either joining the volleyball team or riding in the car with my elder sister. And I considered that a success. And that's unfortunate. Because your teen years are for screwing up. You're protected by parents, society, the school--protected by a host of safety nets that will likely catch you no matter how badly you screwed up. As you get older, the world is a lot less forgiving about that.

This week on It's Friday I Ask You A Question Day, I ask you to do my work for me.
I currently have five Fiasco playsets in mid-construction, and there's this part of the playset where you list books, movies, media that the players can watch in order to get the atmosphere of the playset down. What I'm asking from you is your thoughts for inclusions on this list. Here they are, in alphabetical order.

Blood of the Lamb: It's the Council of Nicea/Council of Trent/Diet of Worms/New Pope selection time. There's a lot of hushed whispering, dealing behind the scenes, sharp knives in dark rooms, and of 'more pious than thou'. And some of it may have something to do with the business at hand.

Dashing Goggles: Straight up Steampulp, with square jawed very British heroes exploring undiscovered and fantastic places, fighting aliens or natives, or defeating treacherous blighters from over the Channel. If you decide to run this game somewhere else, change out for the appropriate nouns.

Propriety and Perfidy: An Austenesque comedy of manners and manors, but with a lot more unfortunate mishaps and far bigger scandals. In fact, I'm planning on having a panel of scandals to choose right out of the gate.

Rockets and Rust: Steampunk in a sooty city where those that has live above the smog and eat delicate canapes while those that hasn't try to avoid lethal trouble and the constabulary and maybe if there's time they can try to pull off that big caper that will leave them set for life.

Screams in the Fog: Gothic horror, penny dreadfuls, all those books you make certain are hidden before company comes calling. Shocking violence, horrific immorality, sometimes monsters (and sometimes humans are the scariest monsters), and of course blood. Lots of blood, and if there's a spare limb or two that would not go amiss.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all.