August 16th, 2010

#2227: North Korea promises war.

North Korea has promised to "deal a merciless counterblow" to the joint US-South Korean training exercise. It'll be interesting to see what they do. If North Korea really wants to find out the meaning of the term "shitstorm", let them pop a nuke on a US fleet. The Democrat Regime would have to retaliate, even though it wouldn't want to, because of the outcry from the American people.

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Attention, Shaumburg and other Illinois towns who elected Melissa Bean: VOTE THAT BITCH OUT. That is all.

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Economics is the study of scarcity. Legalize marajuana and its price will inevitably drop as more people get involved with producing it, and as the personal risk of producing it (jail, fines, property confiscation) decreases.

The interesting thing about economics--the thing I find interesting, anyway--is that it applies to just about goddamned everything, even things it considers "free" according to its conventional definition of a "free" (such as the Earth's atmosphere) rather than a "good or service" (like a car or dry cleaner's).

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We don't care if your kid is born a hermaphrodite; don't you dare risk her sexual identity! *sigh*

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Another idiot who voluntarily self-identified:
When you’re on a road trip and you notice that the locals are sticking painfully close to the speed limit on an open stretch of road, don’t assume that it’s just because they’re laid-back rural types. Tickets from the photo enforced speed trap cost $400.
Cost of getting where you're going a few minutes sooner for no real benefit: $400.

Cost of observing the posted speed limit: $0.

Cost of being a douchebag who thinks speed limits are stupid: $400.

Cost of obeying the law: $0.

...I could go on, but do I need to? The point is, it wasn't a "speed trap" because he knew what the speed limit was and was upset at the "laid-back rural types" who were going "painfully close to the speed limit" and not going as fast as he wanted to go. He's pissed off that he got caught and had to pay a fine.

I have no sympathy whatsoever for people who bitch about getting caught for speeding, whether by a cop or by speed cameras. You know what the damn speed limit is and you know you're supposed to obey it; you chose to speed. If you can't man up and pay the fine for breaking the law without whining like a bitch about "speed traps", don't break the damn law in the first place.

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In general I have an intense dislike for people who complain about the easily predictable negative consequences of their actions. "I was speeding and had to pay a fine!" "I had unprotected sex with a stranger and got HIV!" "OMG my baby daddy left me for another girl!" "That strange man clubbed me with a tire iron for being a Twilight fan!" It just goes on and on.

I don't know what the hell happened to our culture that we no longer teach our children to expect the negative consequences of their actions, so now we have a society of seven-year-olds who are surprised that they get burned when they play with matches. (Metaphorically speaking.)

(Crap. Literally, in some cases. Just look on YouTube.)

Damn it, is there anything Rat's solution isn't good for?

Yes, I know the image quality smells. It's a 3x blowup of a tiny image. WTF.)

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Last night I downloaded the demo version of Torchlight. It's 411 MB and good for two hours of play time. I'm going to pay the $10 fee to get the full version of it, because it's good.

Torchlight is essentially Diablo with different art and a different theme. Instead of "demons take over the local monastery" it has something to do with the mineral "ember" being mined from a lode near the eponymous town. But the gameplay is strikingly similar; even the music is evocative of the music from Diablo. The artwork is very different in style and execution from Diablo.

Torchlight benefits from an improved looting system; also the skill tree system is well-executed. Items can be normal or magical, and can even have sockets for gems. Gems can be improved; magical items can be "transmuted" (four into one) and if you don't want to go all the way back to town to sell excess inventory you can send your pet to do it. (!)

I played for an hour last night, and really liked what I saw. For $10 you can't beat it.

UPDATE: I was wrong; it's $20. It's still a steal. /UPDATE

#2228: The first step is always the hardest.

I just went to Walgreen's (thanks to the suggestion of an anonymous poster, who I need to know a name so I can credit properly and remain true to the Fungus' comments policy) and got the ID pic taken for my FOID card.

It's going out with tomorrow's mail.

Once I have that, I can buy guns! I can buy ammunition! I can take those items to ranges and enjoy my right to keep and bear arms!

I can be subspecked and narked by police for having the gall to want to own firearms! ("WTF, are you high?" Sorry; it's an obscure Heinlein reference. Ever read Door into Summer?)

(" boys have orders to nark first and subspeck afterwards." When Dan Davis first wakes up in 2000 after taking "cold sleep" in 1970, he runs afoul of new slang....)

I get to restrain sarcasm when asked stupid questions by overly-nosy police officers! "What's in that gun case in the back?" it a gun? It's a gun, right? "An unloaded rifle."


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While waiting for my photo to be ready I spied, on an endcap, boxes of dried fruit. All of them about 4 oz each, priced $1. The one that caught my eye first was dates (non-dried, but pitted) and I grabbed it, because a single serving of dates for $1 isn't too bad.

Then I saw "tropical mix", same size, same price, and snagged that one too.

I like dates, I really do. I liked them when they first showed up in my life, dried and chopped in "granola" cereal; and I liked them better the first time I got to try whole, pitted dates. Though I can't help but echo the Indiana Jones line, "It's a date! Ya eat 'em!"

I've just about eaten the entire package already. Even thinking of them as "candied cockroaches"--which was what the texture made me think of the first time I had one--doesn't keep me from eating them.

What the hell--it's fruit, at least, and not cookies or chocolate or something.