The last of the series of three Future Player's Companion books is now released: Future Player's Companion: Tomorrow's Evolution. Written by Gary Astleford, Neil Spicer and Rodney "Moridin" Thompson and co-illustrated by Jacob Elijah Walker, the supplement to Wizards of the Coast's d20 Modern and d20 Future has all you need for advanced sci-fi characters from cybernetic enhancement to new gadgets to effects of drugs and medicine in a science fiction setting.
The 250th installment of the Order Of The Stick does not disappoint. I didn't see the two punchlines in the story coming at all and the impact was outstanding... Well at least for me. Check it out here.
Meanwhile in Singapore, according to Reuters via Yahoo! News, "Singapore scientists looking for ways to transmit the sense of touch over the Internet have devised a vibration jacket for chickens and are thinking about electronic children's pyjamas for cyberspace hugs."
Vibration jackets for chickens?
What what in the what, now?
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Crimson Guard Platoon Leader
If you can remember Gary Gnu on television from way back when (and some of you should), have a cookie. If not, it's okay... gnobody's perfect.
Update (28th Aug 2013): Dead link replaced with Youtube video.
Some time last night, I was told she woke Emma up, trembling with absolute fear. It seemed that she saw an apparition gliding by where she slept and disappeared out through the iron grilled window. The ghostly figure wore white and its head and face was a mass of long black hair.
It might have been night terrors (though I doubt it), it might have been a dream, it might have been a fear-induced hallucination, or it might have been the real deal. But that was the story told to me this morning by Ain.
Meanwhile in other news:
- Battlestar Galactica was renewed for a third season, and there was much rejoicing. (Just get on with "Resurrection Ship" already)
- It was Alan Moore's birthday yesterday. He wrote a bunch of excellent stories.
- Painting a dragon can be very difficult without a proper reference, and here is the result of many revisions of it.
- According to the subtitles of the Willow Special Edition DVD, the magic word "helgafel" in the movie is spelt exactly the way thought it would be 17 years ago. Struck out for the other words though.
That is all. Thank you very much. You've been a great audience.
Continuing the saga of the Wild Gundark crew:
Nisa pulled on her control yoke and told her passenger (and her wary crew), "Let's get to work." Similiv turned to the comm board as the ship's nose turned the way Nisa directed it.
And she discovered that a colossal object blocked her entire forward viewport. Something gray. Something wedged shaped. Something over a kilometer and a half in length. Something ominous.
It seemed to them that the ship's cabin temperature dropped several dozen degrees.
"An Imperial Star Destroyer!"
And now the continuation of the story based on the Star Wars RPG campaign:
- Due to the aggressive nature of tiny, uncontrollable legs -- baby-sitting may not be a solid career choice for those of you with "fragile scrotums". Sadly, new fathers may not be able to avoid the willy-nilly, groin-magnets that a baby's feet often are. In a case such as this, heavy padding and a generous application of expanding foam (available at your local hardware supplier) will help protect your region.
- Enlist one of your friends as a "Crotch-Buddy". Have him concern himself with the safety of your scrotum. Remind him publicly that he is your "Crotch-Buddy". Remind him in front of girls.
Go there, read it. You wont regret it.
But it's home sweet home.
The computer is set up just the way I like it so that when it was activated the setup felt so welcoming. Irfan is quite literally swimming in his books (which he rummaged from his book table, much to Ain's chagrin), and, to anyone who understands what this means, Ain had a fantastic hour sweeping the floor of the house.
It was a great holiday, now it's back to work for all of us.
There might have been a lot of worthwhile lessons that we've learnt over the last week and a half or so... but the only one that sticks to my mind right now is that when I started strumming the guitar at Abah's house, Irfan interjected happily:
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Go back home, eat as many of the Aidilfitri food as he can. If only the rest of us were that lucky.
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Dean and Dolores who live in Crisfield, MD, live in a house where the back yard opens out into canals which lead to the Chesapeake Bay. So they almost never have to actually purchase the blue crab. Each household is allowed 2 crab pots which they toss into the canal behind their house. Amazing what some chicken wire, a dead fish, and a few hours in the waters of the Chesapeake will get you! It's like magic - the crabs crawl into the pot and they can't come out!
Read on for more blue crab adventures, but if you are squeamish, the truth is we do eventually get to eat the crabs. So yes, there might be some non-G rated pictures during the preparation of the crabs.
What is there to report at Tok Bah and Tok Ma's house? I really like the solok lada at dinners. Irfan hoarded all the pillows in the house and buried himself under them. Biscuits were baked (picture below). It rained quite a bit, which was pleasant. We didn't even leave the kampung in the day, knowing full well that the traffic in the town of Pasir Mas would be horribly jammed because of the balik kampung season. Irfan discovered the joys of Cartoon Network on Astro.
Here are some of the pics.
Hisham's reminiscing has prompted me to finally take action - all this summer I have been procrastinating making some family related entries. Vin's family had several family-related occasions and I have been meaning to blog them. Rather than doing them in chronological order, I am going to organize it a little differently. In early August, Vin and I traveled to Maryland first to Bel Aire to visit with Aunt Joan and Uncle John, then to Crisfield to visit with Aunt Dolores and Uncle Dean. Our visit with Aunt Joan and Uncle John was short and amounted to a quick lunch with them, but stay tuned, there will be more on them in upcoming entries.
In Crisfield, Dean took Vin and I fishing. For the second year in a row, I went fishing with Dean and Vin, and guess what? For the second year in a row, the girl beat the guys hands down on fish fished! In the immortal words of Nelson (from the Simpsons), "eh-heeeeeh."
Anyway, if you are a bit squeamish, better not read on. The fish pictures may be a tad graphic...