Everyone assumes that if you're trying to get into someplace you shouldn't be, the answer is to remain unseen. No one ever thinks to make it look like you belong there.
Put people in uniforms and they look pretty much the same. What is more remarkable is that they also behave similarly and direct their actions toward common goals.
This is my rifle. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My rifle, without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than any enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will…
//My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit…
//My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…
//Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but Peace.
"I’ll call you tomorrow. Everything will be finished by then. And everything will be ok. It’ll still be me."
"And, in conclusion, my uterus is not a ballot box. I'd thank politicians to keep their bills, laws, and suggestions out of it. They're starting to get a bit uncomfortable."
"Do not get hit by lightning, m'kay?"
"I LOLed forever, I'm crying and my nose is running. And I'm still giggling like I'm high. Oh god, I'm scared, I can't stop."
"way of seeing the world, one where he's been constantly abandoned, betrayed and let down while trying to do his level best and then some more but never getting so much as a thank you. She shows him as a competent officer who is genuinely loved by his men."
Somehow, my old self is coming back to me.
"I rode them and had horse stuff all over my room, but I'd also be the first little girl to tell the other girls that they were kind of dumb and a lot of work, and sometimes bit you for no reason with their giant horse teeth. I did, however, think they were pretty."
Why are we pretending to be cannibals? SALAD IS NOT FOOD! THE GRAPES ARE WARM! I HATE OLIVES! ...Don'tcha just love in-jokes?
"WE WILL COOPERATE WITH YOU. If you don't want us here just ask us. Thanks - Scott"
It sure is creepy having a friend whose eyes glow in the dark.
"We need more good crazy, it'd be nice to watch the news and think, "that's fucking insane", but feel a little jealous, instead of just alone."
"By believing passionately in something that does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired."
Klavier: If it had guns and... guitars... then maybe I'd play!
Klavier: Oh! And alien babes!
Klavier: With guns!
Klavier: Who play guitars!
Klavier: Then I'd play chess.
remember this: if you're hot, don't drink cold water too fast or it will make you sick.
I feel I must emphasize that there's nothing but spandex in that suit -- no cup, no support, no magic... and no boobs, really. That's all pectorals, baby! That's six months of blood, sweat and tears!
Features advertised on a shoe that sound fit for a cyborg foot. Abrasion-resistant, sculpted heel cup, midfoot shank and medially poised rearfoot help stabilize, integrated gel to center and cushion landing, shock-absorbing insert, Vibran 8 compound, venting and drainage, resist twisting forces of over-pronation, ventilation systems wick away heat.
6.20: mysterious dark robed figure flits through old farmhouse, mindful that there is a contingent for a handfasting arriving at 6.30.
6.21: dark robed figure catches sight of self in mirror. Thinks: Fuck!
6.23: drf wrestles ironing board out of closet, rips off robe, irons frantically, prays that no one will arrive and glimpse unmysterious half-naked ironing figure.
Energy chews, made of syrup and honey. Protein, fiber, carbohydrates. Lasting energy and a freakish taste.
"Last month, I read an article about groups of people who spend inordinate amounts of time together. Platoons of soldiers, astronauts on shuttles, sports teams... Scientists at the National Institutes of Health did a study and discovered that sometimes... sometimes their dreams would start to ''spread'', from one person to the others."
Ahh if there's anything I've learned from Ranma 1/2 its that there's no problem created by gender bending that can't be solved by MORE gender bending.
Engineers who design the drive mechanisms for walking vehicles usually have to solve three problems: how to translate the energy of the motor to the back and forth movement of the leg, how to achieve balance, and how to steer and change direction.
Fandom_Wank: "I'm a boy, by the way."
"I thought you were a girl."
"No, I'm a boy."
"You're not a girl?"
"No, because I'm a boy."
"I see. That means you aren't in possession of girl parts?"
"I'm in possession of boy parts."
"Which would make you not a girl, right?"
"I think so..."
*cellphone rings* (whispering): "Hello?" "Hey. Where are you?" (whispering): "Someplace I'm not supposed to be."
When Scott Van Den Plas noticed a wall fell over near his work, he and a friend quickly went to work on a poster to help apprehend the usual suspect: the Kool-Aid Man! [http://www.morefishthanman.com/2008/06/
Otakin/Otakukin are to Otherkin what Otherkin are to furries. Otakin believe they are other people's fictional characters. Hmm.
[The Dewback Project http://starwarsblog.starwars.com/index.
"You're not a soldier." "Damn right I'm not. I'm an army."
"…I don’t cosplay, I never have, but I will say that cosplay hits a point on the scale where it goes past creepy and attains a certain grandeur, and DragonCon is at that scale. I’ve seen full cosplay “troupes” who dressed up as the entire Legion of Super-Heroes, and done it with professional quality. I’ve seen movie-quality Blade costumes, full platoons of stormtroopers, Captain N, excellently-done Daleks…really, at the large cons, when you start getting the people who are very good at it, you see some amazing stuff."
"People dressed up in superhero costumes are inherently creepy… but dressing up as a superhero is one of the most fun activities known to man."
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I am a sucker for sentient suits of armor. (Glee!) Iron Man: Hypervelocity! It's not at the level of the storyline in which the armor gains sentience and proclaims its love for Tony and drags him to a deserted island and keeps him tied up and nearly naked while whining WHYYYYY, WHY CAN'T WE BE TOGETHERRR! and GET INSIDE ME NOW. Or the one where he was turned into an evil naked woman. But it's not far off. Damn, Tonyghost...
Bodily reactions to cold... Damn it, everyone knows about women's nipples, why did I have to read "Your Inner Fish" before I learned about scrotums rising and falling in the "Cold Shower Effect"?! DAMN YOU, MANDY'S LAW! ...I knew it. Women ''are'' better designed, despite the muscle:body fat ratios. Tougher, stronger abdominal wall, less likelihood of a hernia. Less conflict with the fish.
Best science has an optimism to it - the unknown shouldn't provoke fear, suspicion, superstition. Motivation to keep asking questions and finding answers.
Back of the throat has flexible walls that open and close. Speech is tongue, changes in mouth shape, and controlling rigidity of the wall. Throats relax in sleep; sleep apnea has the walls close.
Biological law of everything: every living thing on the planet had parents. And is a modified version of them.
Skin cells are constantly dividing, dying, and sloughing off. Nearly every cell you had seven years ago is dead and gone, replaced. Yet you are the same person. Like a river that remains the same despite changes in its course, water content, even size, we remain the same individuals despite the constant turnover of our parts.
Neuromasts - lateral line sensors, change in currents and direction. Cells are gel sacs with hairlike structures. Small pores in lines.
Manticore. A collection, maybe?
Four different muscles in the ball of your thumb. Eight or more small bones move against each other in your wrist. Bend it, you use numerous muscles that begin in your forearm. Tilt hand and move thumb - 10 different muscles, 6+ bones work together.
Common plan for limb skeleton - one bone, two bones, many tiny bones, digits.
Monitoring; piping in a real-time feed.
The muscles and cranial nerves that let us swallow and talk move the gills in sharks and fish. All land animal embryos have gill arches which become jaws, earbones, larynx, and hyoid.
''My mind has changed my body's frame but god I like it my heart's aflame my body's strained but god I like it.'' - an unexplained icon. Hmmm.
Pay so much attention, it fills the mind. See, hear nothing else.
Ketamine(special K) is used in combination with other drugs to knock animals out safely.
"Once you get a look at X, it's hard to take your eyes off it."
"Ah, how are you? Good! I burn with a fiery passion, as always."
"Trouble with a capital trill". Aurebesh, y'know.
"Soon I will be Invincible" in its ''entirety''.
''"This morning on planet Earth, there are one thousand, six hundred, and eighty-six enhanced, gifted, or otherwise-superpowered persons. Of these, one hundred and twenty-six are civilians leading normal lives. Thirty-eight are kept in research facilities funded by the Department of Defense, or foreign equivalents. Two hundred and twenty-six are aquatic, confined to the oceans. Twenty-nine are strictly localized—powerful trees and genii loci, the Great Sphinx, and the Pyramid of Giza. Twenty-five are microscopic (including the Infinitesimal Seven). Three are dogs; four are cats; one is a bird. Six are made of gas. One is a mobile electrical effect, more of a weather pattern than a person. Seventy-seven are alien visitors. Thirty-eight are missing. Forty-one are off-continuity, permanent émigrés to Earth's alternate realities and branching time streams."
"There was no turning back now. I wasn't just a missing person anymore, or an eccentric inventor. I was a supervillain. For heaven's sake, I'd just robbed a bank in broad daylight. I pulled over to the side of the road. I felt like I was going to be sick. What had I done? There was no way to hide this. Why had I thought this was going to work? These people could fly. They could see through objects. They would run me down like an animal."
"Supervillains tend to build from scratch, since their technology is way beyond what's commonly available. So everything's a little off - screw sizes, voltages - like when you go to Europe."
"I was a stranger in the world. I wanted to see something and know it, to say 'This is me.'"
"In street clothes I'd just be a criminal. Which I am, of course, but in the costume I'm something more. I wear the flag of a country that never existed and the uniform of its glorious army, spreading for the dominion of the invincible empire of me. Doctor Impossible."
"I watched myself becoming someone else. One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered."
"When I think of the photograph of the girl I used to be, a stranger now, I think of how much I miss her, and how she was never really happy in the first place."
Does he even know how to ''not'' loom?!
voice like rough silk. I should stop reading slash. But I cannot.
"He hated X" "But we love them because they give us plot holes to stick dinosaurs in, yay!"
Halo-halo. Someday. Yes. Heavy on the coconut strings, light on the damned red beans.
"What did you do to me?? I'm a horrible bloodsucking monster!" "I know! Isn't it fantastic?" "YES!!!" Why am I still reading this? Ye gods! Satirical vampiric slash. How far I've fallen.
'''IN A CAVE! ''OUT OF SCRAPS!''''' Master Inventor and Chief of Strategic Technology? Oh ''hells'' yes. Mmm... screen usable outdoors, 286-core processor, screen rolls out with a variable size, casing bends and folds, 300-pixel-per-inch OLED. No idea what that means, this is what I get from reading computery mags. Oooh! Deka Prosthetics!
Promotion's risky. Every step up the ladder is a step closer to that.
Failed me for the last time.
"If he doesn't want to talk to them, can't the man just say no like anybody else?"
I Want Them Alive. "If not -- If not, I'll understand."
More or less an extension of the actual E. They won't complain.
Tip: I know you want your identity safe, but think "low profile", not "ringwraith".
Superhuman powers of denial.
'"Oh no, red alert! Quick, Tony, run Norton!" I just about killed myself laughing over that. Tony's morning routine: stumble out of bed, drink coffee to keep mind from crashing, run anti-virus software to keep body from crashing, go to work.'
Sooooo, The RSI. If you were a company with numerous genius inventors - of course! Ridiculously advanced laptops! Biotes! Cures to modern illness! Not a panacea, of course. Side effects. Resistant strains. No cold cure. Might as well introduce a few new ones, too.
The appeal - "they can fight crime, but they can also sit around and drink coffee, or watch movies, or pry into one another's personal lives."
"Masks also allow people to disassociate themselves. Many actors will tell you how putting on a costume makes it easier to be that person (and this ties into Zimbardo's research on roles too). Well, when someone is wearing a mask, it is easier for them to not be themselves. This may be why so many people have used war paint, why the Ku Klux Klan wore bed sheets. They weren't themselves when they did the things they did; they were a member of that group. (...) Not that everyone becomes an evil person when thrust into a large group or put into a mask. Just that many people are willing to take less personal responsibility for their actions when they are, and thus will do things they would not otherwise do. (...) I didn't feel I could discuss responsibility without a bit of a mention to the effects of being lost in a mob or wearing a costume, especially one that hides your identity."
"Zimbardo hypothesized that people's actions are influenced by the role they see themselves taking. People don't just have a view of who they are, but also of what a certain type of person is. People have an idea of what a jailor is, what a teacher is, what a mother is, etc. When they find themselves in that role, they are likely to act the way they think a person in that role should act."
"I remember me."
DROP CEILINGS! Ahahahah, YES!
Herbivorous animals make good dietary use out of meat, you know... they're not obligate.
Blogs would just be ''so'' much more interesting...
Hydrobase is a floating island in the MU.
"On some level, I'm Tony. I've known his every thought; felt his every action. I know how Tony feels, Peter, and I know his feelings about you. However, unlike Tony, I'm not afraid to act on them..." (Can't. Stop. Laughing! There will never be anything as funny as the results of the Tony Stark+Sentient Armor OTP. Seriously. Unless it is a [http://community.livejournal.com/
Alone, but not lonely. Lonely, but not alone. Hmm. Sounds cerebral.
Mention a tenori-on. It's a musical instrument. That's all I know.
Let's say that the difference between a Palim and a Stranger isn't so much knowing friends/family, isn't so much being familiar with this world, and ''is'' being able to grasp that one is a fictional character. Strangers will "get" the costumes-became-real bit, but they won't really believe that they're fictional. So what if there's media indicating that they're a popular public domain character? They won't accept that they were ''created'' by writers or artists or whomever - they'll come up with increasingly elaborate explanations. Ways that they can be "real". Yeah.
"Another member of the Gold Palpy Society was found dead this morning. Electrocution, like the others." "Gold Pal- oh. Yeah. The - those guys. The ones who always insisted that Palpatine wears a gold metal bikini like Leia's under his robes. I thought it dissolved after the Event. Guess not. Man, those people are weird." "Yyyyep. This means there's a Palpatine out there, at least one, and able to track anonymous people over the Internet. And he's vindictive enough to murder civilians in their beds. Not a good sign."
Seven sins, seven virtues, seven wonders, five senses, two hands. Keep your shirt on, damned if you do damned if you don't, old habits die hard, where there's smoke there's fire. Soar/sore. Brave new world, into thin air, all that glitters isn't gold, truth will out.
If a general idea bank becomes available, I'll put it there. [http://www.springhole.net/ "Generators", then "Other Generators", then "Mutation Generator."] It gives us such gems as:
The ray hits you and you realize that your arms are becoming more wolf-like. The next thing you know, you begin to shrink noticeably shorter. You realize that you are growing a set of tentacles and realize a pair of antlers.
The ray hits you. You notice that your hair begins to rapidly grow really long. The next thing you know, you observe that you are growing a set of tusks and observe a set of tusks. Just when you think nothing is going to happen, you notice that fur grows from your skin.
You swallow the bottle's contents and you observe that you have wolf-like abilities. You discover that you have parrot-like abilities and you realize that you slowly begin to glow and you realize that your limbs begin to shrink down to 3 inches tall.''
So there's this Livejournal guy who is in the habit of posting incredibly intelligent, lengthy pieces about current events and politics. A lot of it goes over my head, but if there's one thing I've learned, it's that the feeling of ''getting something'' is incredible and thrilling. I love understanding things that I never understood before; it's practically a high.
"A palimpsest is a manuscript page, whether from scroll or book that has been written on, scraped off, and used again. The word "palimpsest" comes through Latin from Greek παλιν + ψαω = ("again" + "I scrape"), and meant "scraped again." Romans wrote on wax-coated tablets that could be reused, and a passing use of the rather bookish term "palimpsest" by Cicero seems to refer to this practice." So! Strangers = totally unfamiliar. Palimpsests(Palims) = changed, but something yet remains. Some other term(Lenspain? Heh.) = basically untouched. Will come up for Five Years.
Kind of awkward in the narrative. "'Hey,' the costume said." It might be better to keep it dialog only.
"Is there anything that arouses the senses so strongly as a feast of chocolate delights fresh from the oven?
Thoughts of childhood joys, first love, and the divine fill the soul. A drifting aroma which begs appreciation. The sensual fingertips of desire wrap delicately, yet needily, at the center. Ingestion. A climax.
The roaring winds. Drifting, consuming madness, beautiful in its inescapable passion. Open and fertile skies, waiting desperately to be explored. Elevation. Freedom. Bliss. A compelling call.
Parasailing. Baked chocolate goods." Shortpacked blog.
There’s something unbelievably exhilarating about having a protector who’ll take anyone who picks on you and dangle him above the ground. Stick up for one another, and defend the lesser folk.
Villains act, heroes re-act. Ambition is for villains. The Five Hundred and First would by that definition be villains.
To cameo: Taskmaster.(Photographic reflexes, pseudo-villain) Gamecock.(Buh. What an awful villain.) Razorfist.(Replaced HANDS with KNIVES. WHY.) The Walrus.(Yep.) Spider-Girl is cool. I could have a line or two, nothing big. (RAZORFIST. WHY. ''WHY''. I think I broke Joy's brain!)
Aggggh. I'm getting a serious lot of "hey you know what'd be cool? A STORY WITH SPIDER-PEOPLE. Call them alternates when two people were the same strain of the same character. YAY!1!!" But it wouldn't work! I can't do anything like that yet! My subconscious, as always, is INSANE. Aggggh. ... "Alternates" sounds good, though. "Alts." "Alt-me." "Alt-sister." Oooh.
And I found this quote on one of the 501st homepages. It is so ''perfect''. "Some fans are content to collect action figures...other fans want to be action figures. Nothing professes your fandom quite like building your own detailed costume replica of a classic Star Wars villain, and there's nothing quite like the feeling that comes from bringing the characters of Star Wars into the real world and sharing the magic with others. A truly engaging Star Wars experience only occurs through a convincing appearance. To this end, the 501st constantly strives to improve the quality and accuracy of its member's costumes. Our goal is to appear as if our characters have just stepped off the big screen and into this world." I hope I can find some way to use this ironically.
Can I use this? “You know, with all the mind-wiping, mind tricks, mass hallucinations and super powerful telepaths in comic book universes, I'm starting to realize how terrifying it must be to be an average civilian in one of these universes. Take the Marvel universe - there's the grand illusion of House of M, then you have to live through a war, and now you can't remember anything about that Spider-Man fellow. There's probably tons of other mass mind-wipes before all that, too. How does the average person ever know what's real? How many people eventually have existential crises and end up in an asylum somewhere?
Seriously. With all the incidents of time travel, mind-wiping, altering reality, hypnotic illusions, dimensional warping, and psychic manipulation in the world, how could you be sure anything you've done you actually did? And that you would even remember having done any of it tomorrow?”
Someone who is not narrator gets a phone call/text message, exclaims “Zombies!” or “Giant Ants!” or “Femtroopers!” or “Rockettes!” or something similarly left-field, then tears off at high speed. Narrator is perplexed but too busy.