Wednesday, July 27, 2005

This site certified one third evil!

This site is certified 33% EVIL by the Gematriculator

This site has been certified one third evil by the Gematriculator, a site that uses infallible bible-related methods to determine how good or evil a passage of text is. Rate your website now!

I'm also two thirds good, but who cares?

end of the month salticracks

wow, took my car in to the mechanic on monday and had to have the waterpump replaced. R510.15 later, right at the end of the month. Ouch. And then they tell me, oh, while we're there your cam belt is worn so we should really replace that too, that will be an extra R105. And i'm like 'no thank you, just fix the leak, i can't afford it this month. Maybe next month.'

I think this must have been a shock to them, because they couldn't stop going on about it. Trying to explain to me that i would be saving on labour costs etc etc. But seriously, I can't make money appear from thin air. If i could, would i still be driving the same piece-of-shit-car? Is this a difficult concept to understand?

Here's a great site that summarizes all the possible ways the world could end. Interesting read, pretty pictures :)

Arg, writing documentation for american clients has fucked up my spelling. I'm spelling in american now. This sucks. I'm putting z's in places they shouldn't be and dropping u's. Blegh.

Interesting evening last night: we were meant to be roleplaying but Schpat found out that dragonfire is next weekend, and we hadn't done the ThurTeem shirts yet. And he wondered why i was in a rush to get him the image! So we're in cAnal Walk in Edgars, buying plain black shirts to print on, and who do we run into but Stu. Yes, it was an official sighting, he is still alive. He might be coming to dragonfire, but will not be playing.

In enormously good news, Shelagh may very well be coming down for dragonfire!!! Yay! I am missing shelagh plenty much. I was looking at old pics of the 2003 afterparty and thinking, 'Man, I'm going to miss shelagh at this dragonfire.' So excited that she might come down.

Anyway, back to work. The client from hell is bugging me with stupid 'bugs'. 'Why isn't this webpage updating? I log in and then i get Page Not Found.' Turns out she's not connected to the network and is surfing her cache. Of course it's not updating.

This reminds me of her other brilliant bug 'When i try to log in i get the error Invalid Username or Bad Password.' Um...yeah. So either your username is wrong (impossible, it's selected from a dropdown) or you've spelt your password wrong. Jeez.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Scotty's final beam up

Well, here's to James "Scotty" Doohan, beaming up for the last time. As Schpat says, it's the end of an era.

In other news, this is really really funny.

Also, the Millenium Project has become one of my favourite sites ever. I think i will add a link on this page.

Anyone who hates that damn frog that stole axel f should check this out.

And i saw the second Serenity Trailer yesterday, thanks to Norman! Wow! WOW!!!! i can't wait.

Will probably be house sitting alex's parents' place for a week or two next month. Up side is short ride to work. Downside is long ride to varsity. Up side is DSTV.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Horse play

OK, this guy seriously deserves a darwin award. "Bled out." Ouch.

On the other hand, according to Schpat and the Darwin Award candidate i posted earlier is not, in fact, true. It doesn't even appear anywhere on the Darwin Awards site. That's the last time i believe something i read in an email (famous last words).

Game last night was great. I'm having an enormous amount of fun with my character, who's a complete bitch. It's great. She has no social graces or conscience whatsoever, and is having way too much fun fucking with the NPCs. I am so going to get someone killed.

Monday, July 18, 2005

For those of you who doubted that my sister is missing her brain...

Yesterday my sister made the mistake of stating in front of me that she doesn't believe we evolved from primates.

I think i made a horrible face, not unlike that of a person experiencing explosive decompression.

I then proceeded to ask her if she'd actually read any scientific literature about it, by an actual scientist, and not some hippy lay person promoting their agenda. 'Yes' she says, then proceeds to list books written by hippy lay people promoting their agendas. 'No', i say to her, 'actual scientific papers that state facts.' 'It doesn't matter,' she counters 'I can believe what i want to, it's my choice.'

I think i made another face. My eyes may have bulged slightly.

I then try to explain to her that evolution is a scientific principle, that saying you don't believe in it is like saying you don't believe in thermodynamics because Moses didn't bring the 3 laws down with him from the mountain. It's not a belief issue. It's a fact, like it or not.

Eventually her boyfriend took over and we realised that he believes that evolution occured given the evidence, but he's happy to reason that it was lead by a divine being while we're happy to believe it was statistics and chance. Since the mechanism for evolution cannot be proven one way or another by the existence of evolution, we were happy to come to an agreement.

And this was when the turnaround happened. Lauren says 'Well, it's not so much that i don't believe in evolution. I just think it was more adaptation.'

Again, the face.

I patiently explain to her that adaptation to environment is a fundamental principle of evolution.

'Okay,' she counters, 'but i don't believe that fish came out of the sea and then became land animals.'

I explain to her about mudfish and how that's all also adaptation.

'Oh yes,' she nods, sagely. 'Yes, that's what i believe.'

Um, did i miss something? Basically, as soon as the boyfriend (who has a little bit more of a brain despite being a tree-hugging hippy) had an actual philosophical conversation with us in which he stated that he accepts the proof of evolution but that the mechanism driving it could not be proven, to which we agreed, she totally changed her mind about not believing in evolution. In the space of 10 minutes she was agreeing with everything i said.

Which basically means she had made a statement without ever having given it any thought. Every exchange went like this:

Her: unsupportable and uneducated statement
Me: fact, fact, logical counter
Her: Blank look.
Boyfriend: Agrees.
Her: Nods. Agrees.

And my favourite of her brilliant counter arguments? 'I believe in reflexology and you don't, and so i should be allowed to not believe in evolution if i want to.'

Brilliant. I'm totally sold. Where can i get those little bottles of smelly oils?

Thursday, July 14, 2005

weekend fast approaching

yay! thursday!

Nice to see Metrorail is putting in some extra effort and managing to exceed their usual level of incompetence. Also, the return of the penis story on IOL. gotta love it.

--15 July--- Holy Crap!! And another one! They're back with a vengence.

No roleplaying today due to the dm leaving for icon. NM, i got work to do on the module anyways.

Someone whose opinion i trust has said that War of the Worlds was great... yay! I can't wait to see it. Might go this weekend. We'll see what happens. I don't think anything else much is going on given that everyone is at ICON.

I've booked in for some leave to make next weekend a long weekend. Just in time, before a mad month starts with some go live dates. Ouch. It also gives me the whole friday to polish the module prior to saturday's play test. And monday to incorporate any suggested changes.

Back on the subject of adverts that irritate me. That nivea lotion ad where the women are squirming all over the place, rubbing the bottle against themselves and playing bad air-guitar. Nivea Body Nourishing Lotion. Now with E.

And here's my favourite candidate for this year's darwin awards:

Based on a bet by the other members of his threesome, Everitt Sanchez tried to wash his own "balls" in a ball washer at the local golf course. Proving once again that beer and testosterone are a bad mix, Sanchez managed to straddle the b all washer and dangle his scrotum in the machine. Much to his dismay, one of his buddies upped the ante by spinning the crank on the machine with Sanchez's scrotum in place, thus wedging them solidly in the mechanism. Sanchez, who immediately passed his threshold of pain, collapsed and tumbled from his perch.
unfortunately for Sanchez, the height of the ball washer was more than a foot higher off the ground than his testicles are in a normal stance, and the scrotum was the weakest link. Sanchez's scrotum was ripped open during the fall, and one testicle was plucked from him forever and remained in the washer, while the other testicle was compressed and flattened as it was pulled between the housing of the washer, and the rotating machinery inside. To add insult to injury, Sanchez broke a new $300 driver that he had just purchased from the pro shop, and was using to balance himself. Sanchez was rushed to the hospital for surgery, and the remaining threesome were asked to le ave the course. NOTE: This last one wouldn't normally count, because the idiot didn't die. But because he cannot reproduce as a result of his qualifying act of stupidity, we have allowed it.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

roleplaying season begins

Well, with ICON this weekend and the dragonfire website up, it looks like roleplaying season has begun. In addition, we also have SchpatCON and Imbolcon to look forward to. Exciting stuff :)

I'm looking for one more playtester for my module: playtest is currently scheduled for 2:00 PM July 23 at my place.

Otherwise, work trucks on as usual. Partial go-live of the system possibly scheduled for August 15 so things are getting a little interesting (especially considering the clients are still putting in change requiests). This is of course reliant on a few client deliverables, including the legal disclaimers that we've been asking them for since February at least! I know we'll be ready... whether they will is another story.

don't really have much else to say.

Monday, July 11, 2005

karaoke ok

As weekends go, that was a good one.

Friday night was Jim's farewell. Julie and Al threw a great cheese and wine. Apparently the recent bombings haven't deterred Jim from his plan, although he is expecting to be eating bread and water for at least a month. I suggested if he doesn't get a job after a month, he should eat homeless people and use their faces as masks and collect their social security. It would totally work. I'm sure.

Saturday i finally got the security gate installed. Still getting used to yet another lock on the way in and out. next month, burglar bars. yay.

Saturday night we went to the SCA bardic event to support Jo and Colleen and various others in their bardic efforts. On the whole, quite impressive, especially Vera's solo.

After that, we went to Mordor for Mike's 21st, which was a karaoke evening. My first. We arrived to everyone singing Bohemian Rhapsody at the tops of their lungs . Interesting. There was some good singing, there was some bad singing, but mostly the music track was so loud and the mikes so soft (mikes, not Mikes) that no one could really tell either way. Still, tab at the bar and a lot of songs you forgot you knew the words to (why is all that space in my brain being taken up with all that crap?) made for a fun night.

Sunday i started writing up the All Flesh Must Be Eaten/ WitchCraft module. Got a good chunk done and will do more later this week. I'm calling it 'Mein Zombie'. For those interested, it will be run at Dragonfire 2005 and include Nazi Zombies, Christian Relics and Haggis. Bad Scottish accents optional for DMs.

I spent entirely too much time dicking around with logos and making things pretty. But it will be worth it, damn it.

brilliant quote: "Some people wear their heart on their sleeve/i wear mine under my right pants leg/ strapped to my boot" - Ani Defranco, Shameless.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005


meh, not in the mood to work. Not sure what the problem is. Probably cos i don't feel like taking 5 million screenshots to finish this manual. bleh.

To follow up on the Great B&E Caper, the police did not take the bloody scarf for DNA evidence. i say "what???" although i'm not really surprised. I thought they'd at least make a show of taking it. But when you think about it, it's not as if we actually have any kind of database in this country, or functioning forensics lab, or trained forensic experts, or even a real fingerprint database (i'm sure that they just throw them away after they've taken them when you get your id/passport/driver's licence/whatever). it's all a big sham. Even if they found a match against a known criminal, and knew where he was, they wouldn't arrest him. That would require effort.

Maybe i should have slipped someone some cash?

Again, i wish i could explode heads with the power of thought.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

bad weekend

Blegh, what a kak weekend.

Home sick with flu on friday. Boring. I felt well enough by the evening to go to the planned dinner with dad. Went to Cape Town Fish Market in Grand West and had seafood platters.

Woke up in the middle of the night on Friday with food poisoning. I would not recommend CTFM in Grand West. 3 of the 5 of us got sick. Joy.

Felt uncomfortable and poisoned all weekend, but briefly felt well enough during the day on saturday to go out and watch Batman Begins (which roxx0red the suxx0r). And oh, the irony, we got home to discover that we'd been broken in to.

Yep, they tore off the windjam at the bottom of the front door and broke one of the 3 panes of glass. There must have been at least one small child in the group because the only way in and out was that tiny (like 20cm wide) hole in the door, through which they climbed and then passed the DVD player (with subwoofer and 4 speakers - yes, they left one) and alex's playstation. They also took my favorite scarf and used it to wipe off their prints and staunch the blood from a cut. Then they left it at the top of the stairwell. Guess i won't be wearing that again.

The also broke into 2 other places. I feel so much better.

Wish we lived in CSI land - the DNA they left on the scarf would have them in jail already. Unfortunately we live in SA. I'll explain to you what that means: a few years ago while my uncle was having renovations done to the house, he left a signed cheque for my gran in case she needed to pay for something. The cheque disappeared. It was cashed and the builder wrote his ID number on the back of the cheque. Yes, it was him, and it was his ID number. They gave the police all this info, as well as his address. The police went to his house, and his brother said he wasn't home.

Yes. That's it. That's the end of the story. They know who he is and where he lives and they have incontravertable proof and nothing has been done to charge or apprehend him. For years. Welcome to the new south africa.

To continue my rant against advertising:

"What about brazilian? What about brazilian?"
"I'll show you brazilian!" RRRRRRRRRIP!!!!
"Yeah, how do you like it now, bitch? Let's see you shampoo that."