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Re: A Thread for Random Musings

 

This story gave me hiccups. It didn't help that my girlfriend and I were editing and she called one of my least favorite characters "A blonde bimbo" in her reading of a line...

 

Two major laughs in one day...

 

Bubba's Tazer-

 

My friends are fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to, “hey y’all, hold my beer and watch this!†Well, I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future.

 

Here goes: Last weekend I spied something at Larry’s Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my “fancy†is easily tickled. I had gone into the Star Market to pick up some milk yesterday and I bought a superball in the checkout line -- 50 cents. What a bargain! It tickled my fancy—still does. That thing bounces soooooo high, and it has provided me with hours of entertainment. It just doesn’t get any better than that, now does it?) I’m so easily distracted. That dang superball is so much fun. So what were we talking about? Oh yeah, I bought something really cool at Larry’s Pistol and Pawn last Saturday. The occasion was my 50th birthday and I was looking for a little something extra cool. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip.

 

For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse Effect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you’ve never seen one of these things in action, then you’re truly missing out—way too cool! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don’t need no stinkin’ directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arc between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I’d get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee . . . I’m easily amused.

 

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn’t be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my dog Molly looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Molly), and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Molly for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet doggy, after all. But, if I was going to use this thing to protect myself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time. So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

 

All the while I’m looking at this little device (measuring about 5†long, less than ¾ inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, “no bloody way!†Bloody way—trust me, but I’m getting ahead of myself. What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I’m sitting there alone, Molly looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, “don’t do it daddy,†reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil’ ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn’t you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight—always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don’t ya hate that?) I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and Holy F**king Chit! DAMN!!! I’m pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, and then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. Molly was standing over me making whimpering sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, “do it again daddy, do it again!†(Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You’re not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you’re lucky, you won’t dislodge one of the prongs ¼†deep in your thigh like yours truly.)

 

SON-OF-A-BIAAATCH that hurt! A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. +/- an ounce or two, I’m pretty sure. By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They’re round, rather large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so myself. Miss ‘em . . . sure would like to get ‘em back.

Yours Truly. Bubba

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Re: A Thread for Random Musings

 

I just spent $170 on groceries. I live alone, and while my girlfriend does eat here on occasion, it's usually just me. I made sure all my cabinets were well stocked with soup, chili, various pasta/rice type things, and so on. My freezer has a nice selection of meats as well as frozen dinners. I have plenty of juice, milk, soda, beer, cheese, bread, fruits and veggies, and all the usual things one would find in a fridge. In short, I have a well and truly full inventory of foodstuffs.

 

So I went out and bought Taco Bell, and I ain't sorry one damn bit.

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Hey gang, I'm gathering some opinions for a project I'm working on. I'm pursuing a degree in Library Science, and in a class that just started the professor has given the task of creating an original library. The instructions: have fun, do something different.

 

Therefore, I am seeking to create an RPG library. I believe that there certainly would be an interest amongst hobbyists, players, GMs, writers, and historians, and the simply curious. There is more than enough material out there to fill a library, especially if it were comprehensive (my dream).

 

So, what would you like to see in an RPG library? I'm looking for ideas on everything from content, layout, and organization to extras, architecture and location. Budgetary ideas are always good too. It is a library, after all. Realistic, fantastic...whatever. What do you think?

 

I started an official thread in the General Roleplaying Forum, but I want to make sure as many people as possible see the question. Respond there, respond here, PM me...it's all good :)

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Slightly odd thing happened on the weekend. Was browsing Border's role-playing books and a mother was directed over to the section by an employee. The employee just pointed out the general area, but obviously had no clue what she was looking for. Deciding to be the helpful hobbist I asked what she was looking for (Psionics Handbook) and quickly took note of a book on psionics and pointed it out. Her next comment threw me for a loop though, "There sure are a lot more books then when I played First Edition." Though it was obvious she doesn't currently game, it was a least good for her son as she doesn't think its an evil, corrupting game. I said good luck and went on my way. Later saw a guy in the same store with a GenCon Indy 2004 shirt on. Never thought of Border's as the gamer's hang out.

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Re: A Thread for Random Musings

 

My mother the staunch, Rush Limbaugh-loving single-issue-voter Republican sent me this, so blame her, not me:

 

 

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President Bush was visiting a primary school and he visited one of the classes. They were in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asked the President if he would like to lead the discussion on the word "tragedy". So the illustrious leader asked the class for an example of a "tragedy".

 

One little boy stood up and offered: "If my best friend, who lives on a farm, is playing in the field and a tractor runs over him and kills him, that would be a tragedy."

 

"No," said Bush, "that would be an accident."

 

A little girl raised her hand: "If a school bus carrying 50 children drove over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy."

 

"I'm afraid not," explained the president. "That's what we would call a great loss."

 

The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Bush searched the room. "Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?"

 

Finally at the back of the room a small boy raised his hand. In a quiet voice he said: "If Air Force One carrying You and Mrs. Bush was struck by a "friendly fire" missile and blown to smithereens, that would be a tragedy.

 

"Fantastic!" exclaimed Bush. "That's right. And can you tell me why that would be tragedy?"

 

"Well," says the boy, "It has to be a tragedy, because it certainly wouldn't be a great loss and it probably wouldn't be an accident either."

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One of my favorite songs... except when I'm feeling guilty about my temper.

 

Then I know they wrote this song about my broken brain...

 

Anthrax: Room For One More

Fix the mental, as if that changes anything

Your heart is cured now, you're normal once again

One confession, you thought that's all it took

But redemption, doesn't let you off the hook

 

One of us

Can't erase the past to change who he would be

One of us

On a whim would act,then look for sympathy

Not from me

 

Hear me say...

 

One more

Chance to believe in

That you can even the score

One more

Place at the table

Always room for one more

Room for one more

 

Thing evil, is that just your normal gig

Fueled by hatred, happy as a stuffed pig

You're so lonely, everyone around you reeks

Of indifference, thriving in their apathy

 

One of us

Can't erase the past to change who he would be

One of us

On a whim would act, then look for sympathy

Not from me

 

Hear me say...

 

One more

Chance to believe in

That you can even the score

One more

Place at the table

Always room for one more

One more

Chance to believe in

That you can even the score

One more

Place at the table

Always room for one more

Room for one more

 

Your schism, my distress

Your failure is my success

Squeezed out, kept me down

What goes around comes around

I can wait you out

Patience is my virtue

Call it payback, call it proper grounds

What goes around always comes around, always comes around

 

Hear me say...

 

One more

Chance to believe in

That you can even the score

One more

Place at the table

Always room for one more

One more

Chance to believe in

That you can even the score

One more

Place at the table

Always room for one more

Room for one more

Always room for one more

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As long as there are heavy metal songs talking about self-loathing, anger-filled people, there will always be a song to serenade me.

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