L-l-l-log post!
[Charles]: if I read Dredd strips right, after 2070 Louisiana will be a giant lake and New Orleans will be under Texas City jurisdiction
[Charles]: YOUR GRANDCHILDREN WILL BE TEXANS
[Becca]: The hell they will.
[Becca]: Do you suppose there are romances with jaegar pilots as the leads in the Pacific Rim 'verse?
[Kep]: uh...yeah!
[Kep]: Oddly enough, you can't find any cowboys, Navy SEALS or millionaires but Jager pilot romance? Ohhh yeah
[Kep]: Particularly of the 'he lost his jaeger partner but this new girl is drift compatible with him' and 'male jaeger team meets female jaeger team and romance ensues' varieties
[Becca]: :D :D :D
[Kep]: And the RPF...oh god...
[Kep]: And you know...you KNOW that there is RPF about kaiju
[Becca]: God, yes.
[Becca]: There is erotica about telepathic t-rexes.
[Kep]: some crazy asshole who lives in friggin' Iowa is burning up the internet whining that they are a kaiju soul trapped in a human body
[Becca]: *laughs because it beats crying*
[Kep]: Even otherkin are like, "Dude, you need to STFU right friggin' now..."
[Becca]: Yes, good.
[Kep]: On the other hand, the Midwestern US is like, the center of culture and industry and all that. "SUCK IT COASTS!"
[Becca]: *giggles*
[Becca]: New Orleans: "Fuck y'all."
[Kep]: Peoria: "Yeah, yeah, we roll the sidewalks up at 9pm but y'know what we don't have? Friggin' mutant dinosaurs stomping all over us! HAH!"
[Becca]: *giggles*
[Kep]: Though part of me wonders what a massive migration from the coasts to landlocked states would do to farming. It'd probably depend on how far inland the kaiju have gotten. but I'd think people would want to be as close to the middle as they could just 'cause.
[Becca]: Well, according to the novelization, the Atlantic/Gulf coasts are still okay. It's worrying about them getting out of the Pacific that's driving some of the wall-building.
[Kep]: Ohhh great, another thing for New Yorkers to be smug about!
[Kep]: Or mad about "What? WE aren't good enough t'destroy? C'mon ya mooks!"
[Wingus]: Struggles Sensuously is the name of my Scandanavian Progressive Bluegrass cover band.
[Luna]: What if the Apollo guys whacked off while they were in the capsule?
[Sam]: Are you saying they were up there for months and DIDN'T?
[Lotti]: Probably. Apparently you can't get erections in space. :V
[Sam]: The HELL you say.
[Lotti]: Space boners are a LIE
[Luna]: But the moon has gravity.
[Luna]: So maybe you can wank on the moon.
[Sam]: But but but space sex happens all the time in sci-fi!
[Wingus]: Well, now I'm infinitely less interested in going to space.
[Charles]: also, at work, I checked servers for viruses
[Charles]: let's just say Megabyte won the Hunt and leave it at that
[Becca]: League all the things?
[Wingus]: LEAGUE ALL THE THINGS
[Wingus]: SELF THAT IS THE WINDOWS CALCULATOR NOT LEAGUE
[Scott]: How are you doing?
[Becca]: Decently. You?
[Scott]: I'm doing...not so decently. But multiple post midnight bedrooms will do that.
[Becca]: Stamina?
[Scott]: ...bedTIMES
[Becca]: I am writing a large amount of The Mummy this December. You know, compared to any previous time of writing fic.
[Kep]: It's the month of the mummy!
[Kep]: IT's tradition! The mummy is wrapped, presents are wrapped...I'ma duck now.
[Lotti]: http://www.firebox.com/product/6283/Star-Wars-Mood-Lights?via=gf Star Wars MOOD lights. Well, Darth Vader watching you certainly sets some kind of mood.
[Becca]: I'm gonna aim my headlights into your bedroom windows
Throw empty beer cans at both of your shadows
I didn't come here to start a fight, but I'm up for anything tonight
You know you broke the wrong heart, baby,
And drove me redneck crazy
[Puck]: Very ex
[Puck]: Much stalking
[Puck]: So court order
[Puck]: Wow
[Tai]: my cat thinks I don't need my arm.
[Sam]: He doesn't have any, he gets by.
[Liona]: XD
[Tai]: It is very difficult to type comfortably when he's sleeping on my left wrist.
[Lotti]: But your arm is bed!
[Liona]: http://kickfailure.com/2013/01/07/junk-jeans/ *Snickersnicker*
[Lotti]: Hawww! XD
[Sam]: I can honestly say I have never had a problem fitting my penis into jeans.
[Liona]: Clearly you are not putting enough socks in then.
[Sam]: Maybe I need to feed it more to make it bigger.
[Liona]: You need to give it more sunlight and re-pot it in fresh soil.
[Sam]: If you can't afford good CGI, you can't afford CGI.
[Andrusi]: there is a flood warning for gaston county and all I can think is
[Andrusi]: no one floods like gaston
[Andrusi]: fills with mud like gaston
[Wingus]: Makes you reconsider your prior dismissing of flood insurance like Gaston!
[Wingus]: Also I'm too lazy to be an evil overlord
[Tai]: pfffft.
[Wingus]: I'd just wanna shoot up dark energon all day and punch autobots, I can't handle the responsibility of managing my minions on top of it
[Tai]: ...so you'd be Prime Megatron.
[Sam]: So, the s-yes.
[Liona]: Dohohoho.
[Becca]: Does this mean I can make up romance novels with dashing Imperial captains/stormtroopers/TIE pilots saving Rebel-sympathetic ladies from their poor life choices?
[Sam]: Yes. It also means you can make up ones where they are tragically forced to shoot their misguided Rebel paramours because there is no saving Rebels.
[Sam]: With the morals clearly written in big block letter at the end of the books, in case the crappy writing didn't hammer them home enough.
[Sam]: DON'T JOIN THE REBELLION, LADIES.
[Sam]: STORMTROOPERS ARE THE MOST ATTRACTIVE AND VIRILE MEN.
[Sam]: LET THEM IMPREGNATE YOU, THEN ENCOURAGE YOUR OFFSPRING TO BE STORMTROOPERS.
[Becca]: Nori made a thoughtful noise. Her mouth curled up at the corner as she said, "I know you're just saying that to try to get out of trouble, but that's actually a sound strategy, and sneaky, too. I think I'm rubbing off on you."
"You can rub off on me any time you want to," Dwalin said.
[Tai]: Dwalin, subtlety flees at mention of thy name.
[Becca]: I need Bagginshield where it addresses how Bilbo is with the ring.
[Becca]: NEED.
[Kat]: "you two and your weird creepy pseudo-romantic obsessions with pieces of jewelry"
[Becca]: Yes. :D
[Kat]: Balin's on it.
[Becca]: Yay, Balin! :D
[Becca]: (You know what they should do? Mount part of the Arkenstone on the Ring! :D)
[Kat]: oh god that's like a perfect storm of obsesssion
[Becca]: :D
[Kat]: There's a joke in here about wedding rings and sex toys but I can't quite find it.
[Becca]: ALSO. Discussion with parents about the Nazgul kinda make me want to write Hobbit-era fic where they are off kicking the orcs awake in Mordor and getting shit ready.
[Becca]: Mostly kicking orcs awake.
[Kat]: ...okay I just imagined a Nazgul bellowing "HANDS OFF COCKS ON WITH SOCKS" and lost it.
[Becca]: I kind of love the trope of Bofur and/or Thorin trying to court Bilbo in the dwarven way, and him just being oblivious.
[Kat]: Heeee! Yes. Until Balin slides into the frame and translates.
[Becca]: Yes.
[Becca]: Thorin: *offers to braid Bilbo's hair*
Bilbo: *actually, I really need to get it cut, I've let it get too long*
Thorin: D: D: D: *dejected puppy*
Bilbo: *... what?*
[Kat]: LOL
[Becca]: Thorin: *he'd rather cut his hair than let me touch it, I haven't been rejected that hard in decades*
[Kat]: And Bilbo's just all "man, it's getting in my face."
(After some jury-rigging in our Star Wars game...)
[Sam]: Speaking of which, you cannibalize the parts of the shuttle proper's computer to upgrade the escape pod/cockpit part of the computer, creating an UNHOLY ABOMINATION AGAINST COMPUTER SCIENCE AND ENGINEERING. WHAT HAS SCIENCE WROUGHT?
[Becca]: I figure Screw has emotional expression issues. >_>
[Sam]: Being a clone of Darth Vader's aide trained from a young age to be a faceless soldier probably does not lead to emotionally well-adjusted adults, no.
[Sam]: Okay so here is what I am wondering.
[Sam]: In Star Trek, they probably use the holodeck for sex.
[Sam]: Because why WOULDN'T they, right?
[Sam]: So say you have sex with a hologram.
[Sam]: And you release fluid, as you do.
[Sam]: And then you turn off the holodeck.
[Sam]: Does the liquid just like, fall to to ground?
[Becca]: One must assume.
[Sam]: Do you have to wipe up after yourself or do, like, lasers automagically fry it?
[Sam]: My brain is a weird place to live sometimes. I am sorry.
[Becca]: I spent part of this afternoon bitching at Kep because I couldn't find any enthusiastically consensual dwarves/Bilbo gangbang fics.
[Sam]: I retract my apology.
[Puck]: Make one video using Emerald Rose's "Never Split The Party", get comments on everyone's D&D campaigns forevermore.
[Tai]: ...okay never mind fuck Memphis
[Tai]: fuck it right in its economy-depressed ass
[Sam]: Mmm, baby.
[Wingus]: I'd rather not
[Sam]: Lemme just grab the lube.
[Tai]: *cackle*
[Sam]: And pull my pants down.
[Wingus]: /scoots away from Sam
[Sam]: Are we anthropomorphizing the city or like, just finding a convenient wall with a hole in it?
[Tai]: put on a condom, man, you dunno where this city's been.
[Sam]: Because I swing both ways.
[Sam]: It's a city, it's not terribly mobile.
[Ra]: what the fuck did I look back in on
[Charles]: YOUR GRANDCHILDREN WILL BE TEXANS
[Becca]: The hell they will.
[Becca]: Do you suppose there are romances with jaegar pilots as the leads in the Pacific Rim 'verse?
[Kep]: uh...yeah!
[Kep]: Oddly enough, you can't find any cowboys, Navy SEALS or millionaires but Jager pilot romance? Ohhh yeah
[Kep]: Particularly of the 'he lost his jaeger partner but this new girl is drift compatible with him' and 'male jaeger team meets female jaeger team and romance ensues' varieties
[Becca]: :D :D :D
[Kep]: And the RPF...oh god...
[Kep]: And you know...you KNOW that there is RPF about kaiju
[Becca]: God, yes.
[Becca]: There is erotica about telepathic t-rexes.
[Kep]: some crazy asshole who lives in friggin' Iowa is burning up the internet whining that they are a kaiju soul trapped in a human body
[Becca]: *laughs because it beats crying*
[Kep]: Even otherkin are like, "Dude, you need to STFU right friggin' now..."
[Becca]: Yes, good.
[Kep]: On the other hand, the Midwestern US is like, the center of culture and industry and all that. "SUCK IT COASTS!"
[Becca]: *giggles*
[Becca]: New Orleans: "Fuck y'all."
[Kep]: Peoria: "Yeah, yeah, we roll the sidewalks up at 9pm but y'know what we don't have? Friggin' mutant dinosaurs stomping all over us! HAH!"
[Becca]: *giggles*
[Kep]: Though part of me wonders what a massive migration from the coasts to landlocked states would do to farming. It'd probably depend on how far inland the kaiju have gotten. but I'd think people would want to be as close to the middle as they could just 'cause.
[Becca]: Well, according to the novelization, the Atlantic/Gulf coasts are still okay. It's worrying about them getting out of the Pacific that's driving some of the wall-building.
[Kep]: Ohhh great, another thing for New Yorkers to be smug about!
[Kep]: Or mad about "What? WE aren't good enough t'destroy? C'mon ya mooks!"
[Wingus]: Struggles Sensuously is the name of my Scandanavian Progressive Bluegrass cover band.
[Luna]: What if the Apollo guys whacked off while they were in the capsule?
[Sam]: Are you saying they were up there for months and DIDN'T?
[Lotti]: Probably. Apparently you can't get erections in space. :V
[Sam]: The HELL you say.
[Lotti]: Space boners are a LIE
[Luna]: But the moon has gravity.
[Luna]: So maybe you can wank on the moon.
[Sam]: But but but space sex happens all the time in sci-fi!
[Wingus]: Well, now I'm infinitely less interested in going to space.
[Charles]: also, at work, I checked servers for viruses
[Charles]: let's just say Megabyte won the Hunt and leave it at that
[Becca]: League all the things?
[Wingus]: LEAGUE ALL THE THINGS
[Wingus]: SELF THAT IS THE WINDOWS CALCULATOR NOT LEAGUE
[Scott]: How are you doing?
[Becca]: Decently. You?
[Scott]: I'm doing...not so decently. But multiple post midnight bedrooms will do that.
[Becca]: Stamina?
[Scott]: ...bedTIMES
[Becca]: I am writing a large amount of The Mummy this December. You know, compared to any previous time of writing fic.
[Kep]: It's the month of the mummy!
[Kep]: IT's tradition! The mummy is wrapped, presents are wrapped...I'ma duck now.
[Lotti]: http://www.firebox.com/product/6283/Star-Wars-Mood-Lights?via=gf Star Wars MOOD lights. Well, Darth Vader watching you certainly sets some kind of mood.
[Becca]: I'm gonna aim my headlights into your bedroom windows
Throw empty beer cans at both of your shadows
I didn't come here to start a fight, but I'm up for anything tonight
You know you broke the wrong heart, baby,
And drove me redneck crazy
[Puck]: Very ex
[Puck]: Much stalking
[Puck]: So court order
[Puck]: Wow
[Tai]: my cat thinks I don't need my arm.
[Sam]: He doesn't have any, he gets by.
[Liona]: XD
[Tai]: It is very difficult to type comfortably when he's sleeping on my left wrist.
[Lotti]: But your arm is bed!
[Liona]: http://kickfailure.com/2013/01/07/junk-jeans/ *Snickersnicker*
[Lotti]: Hawww! XD
[Sam]: I can honestly say I have never had a problem fitting my penis into jeans.
[Liona]: Clearly you are not putting enough socks in then.
[Sam]: Maybe I need to feed it more to make it bigger.
[Liona]: You need to give it more sunlight and re-pot it in fresh soil.
[Sam]: If you can't afford good CGI, you can't afford CGI.
[Andrusi]: there is a flood warning for gaston county and all I can think is
[Andrusi]: no one floods like gaston
[Andrusi]: fills with mud like gaston
[Wingus]: Makes you reconsider your prior dismissing of flood insurance like Gaston!
[Wingus]: Also I'm too lazy to be an evil overlord
[Tai]: pfffft.
[Wingus]: I'd just wanna shoot up dark energon all day and punch autobots, I can't handle the responsibility of managing my minions on top of it
[Tai]: ...so you'd be Prime Megatron.
[Sam]: So, the s-yes.
[Liona]: Dohohoho.
[Becca]: Does this mean I can make up romance novels with dashing Imperial captains/stormtroopers/TIE pilots saving Rebel-sympathetic ladies from their poor life choices?
[Sam]: Yes. It also means you can make up ones where they are tragically forced to shoot their misguided Rebel paramours because there is no saving Rebels.
[Sam]: With the morals clearly written in big block letter at the end of the books, in case the crappy writing didn't hammer them home enough.
[Sam]: DON'T JOIN THE REBELLION, LADIES.
[Sam]: STORMTROOPERS ARE THE MOST ATTRACTIVE AND VIRILE MEN.
[Sam]: LET THEM IMPREGNATE YOU, THEN ENCOURAGE YOUR OFFSPRING TO BE STORMTROOPERS.
[Becca]: Nori made a thoughtful noise. Her mouth curled up at the corner as she said, "I know you're just saying that to try to get out of trouble, but that's actually a sound strategy, and sneaky, too. I think I'm rubbing off on you."
"You can rub off on me any time you want to," Dwalin said.
[Tai]: Dwalin, subtlety flees at mention of thy name.
[Becca]: I need Bagginshield where it addresses how Bilbo is with the ring.
[Becca]: NEED.
[Kat]: "you two and your weird creepy pseudo-romantic obsessions with pieces of jewelry"
[Becca]: Yes. :D
[Kat]: Balin's on it.
[Becca]: Yay, Balin! :D
[Becca]: (You know what they should do? Mount part of the Arkenstone on the Ring! :D)
[Kat]: oh god that's like a perfect storm of obsesssion
[Becca]: :D
[Kat]: There's a joke in here about wedding rings and sex toys but I can't quite find it.
[Becca]: ALSO. Discussion with parents about the Nazgul kinda make me want to write Hobbit-era fic where they are off kicking the orcs awake in Mordor and getting shit ready.
[Becca]: Mostly kicking orcs awake.
[Kat]: ...okay I just imagined a Nazgul bellowing "HANDS OFF COCKS ON WITH SOCKS" and lost it.
[Becca]: I kind of love the trope of Bofur and/or Thorin trying to court Bilbo in the dwarven way, and him just being oblivious.
[Kat]: Heeee! Yes. Until Balin slides into the frame and translates.
[Becca]: Yes.
[Becca]: Thorin: *offers to braid Bilbo's hair*
Bilbo: *actually, I really need to get it cut, I've let it get too long*
Thorin: D: D: D: *dejected puppy*
Bilbo: *... what?*
[Kat]: LOL
[Becca]: Thorin: *he'd rather cut his hair than let me touch it, I haven't been rejected that hard in decades*
[Kat]: And Bilbo's just all "man, it's getting in my face."
(After some jury-rigging in our Star Wars game...)
[Sam]: Speaking of which, you cannibalize the parts of the shuttle proper's computer to upgrade the escape pod/cockpit part of the computer, creating an UNHOLY ABOMINATION AGAINST COMPUTER SCIENCE AND ENGINEERING. WHAT HAS SCIENCE WROUGHT?
[Becca]: I figure Screw has emotional expression issues. >_>
[Sam]: Being a clone of Darth Vader's aide trained from a young age to be a faceless soldier probably does not lead to emotionally well-adjusted adults, no.
[Sam]: Okay so here is what I am wondering.
[Sam]: In Star Trek, they probably use the holodeck for sex.
[Sam]: Because why WOULDN'T they, right?
[Sam]: So say you have sex with a hologram.
[Sam]: And you release fluid, as you do.
[Sam]: And then you turn off the holodeck.
[Sam]: Does the liquid just like, fall to to ground?
[Becca]: One must assume.
[Sam]: Do you have to wipe up after yourself or do, like, lasers automagically fry it?
[Sam]: My brain is a weird place to live sometimes. I am sorry.
[Becca]: I spent part of this afternoon bitching at Kep because I couldn't find any enthusiastically consensual dwarves/Bilbo gangbang fics.
[Sam]: I retract my apology.
[Puck]: Make one video using Emerald Rose's "Never Split The Party", get comments on everyone's D&D campaigns forevermore.
[Tai]: ...okay never mind fuck Memphis
[Tai]: fuck it right in its economy-depressed ass
[Sam]: Mmm, baby.
[Wingus]: I'd rather not
[Sam]: Lemme just grab the lube.
[Tai]: *cackle*
[Sam]: And pull my pants down.
[Wingus]: /scoots away from Sam
[Sam]: Are we anthropomorphizing the city or like, just finding a convenient wall with a hole in it?
[Tai]: put on a condom, man, you dunno where this city's been.
[Sam]: Because I swing both ways.
[Sam]: It's a city, it's not terribly mobile.
[Ra]: what the fuck did I look back in on