Orks, jeans, and rats that can cook

So. I caved once again, and went to GW yesterday. I am currently in possession of 25 space orks, a trukk, and three warbikes. Also one grot, who hangs from one of the bikes.

None are painted, or fully assembled.

I also have the skull pass set, with one painted goblin. Also a dwarf master engineer, and a Tehenhauin model which was a freebie.

I shall (hopefully) be painting a few of the space orks this week. I would be happy with five, which is shameful, I know.

More importantly, however, one of my pairs of jeans has finally expressed the ultimate entropy of the universe, and has a hole (not particularly caused by me) in the left thigh. It's important, because this is the first pair of trousers, as far as I recall, that has spontaneously torn without me falling on them, or leaping in them.

And I watched Ratatouille with Louise and Alex R this evening. It was awesome! Not like Finding Nemo, which blew goats. Hurrah!

JCthulhu

Everytime I log into JStor to read Frege's damned essays, for three seconds or so, it shows a really odd loading screen (the one above, with some slightly more reasonable explanation, which I shall claim ignorance of for the purposes of Humour)

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for the Great Old Ones and Outer Gods having their wicked way with the Universe, but come on! Shibboleth? Never heard of him.

Saying that, the Resource That Should Not Be claims that it's some sort of real word:

"The term originates from the Hebrew word "shibboleth" (שיבולת), which literally means the part of a plant containing grains, such as an ear of corn or a stalk of grain"

The Old One is clearly some sort of tentacled loaf of bread.

Also, a scary thought from RPG-net:

"You know what humor is? It's magic. Dangerous magic. Laughter is used to banish evil from the world. But it's also addictive.

In old times, people were afraid of dragons and monsters. Then people started laughing at them, and they disappeared, and now even those old jokes are forgotten. Later, jesters wore colorful costumes and danced like faeries, and now the faeries are gone.

Now the creatures of myth are dead, transformed into long-forgotten jokes and stories, but we still want the laughter. We can't give up the power to turn something scary and dangerous into something funny.

So we laugh at the pain and disease and death of the world. And it seems to be working, a little bit. We don't live in a utopia, but people are more prosperous and healthy than ever before. People often reach 100 years of age.

But where does it stop? Listen to the comedians of today. They are getting us to laugh at ourselves. At relationships. At cars. At work. At the language. At the little bags of peanuts we get on airplanes.

At life."

Important Announcements

I'm not dead yet.

The roof of my mouth tastes funny when I'm drunk.

Fooled you! Bwahahaha!


(About the important announcements)