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Pretty sure Sorry To Bother You filled its fair share of quotas and it seemed like a good film, if maybe trying too hard to be weird (I should probably finish watching it on my own), but yeah, quotas are pretty silly.   

The pawns I've seen, if there isn't a fat black midget with a booming voice with a hot pink afro and clown face paint, it's getting a 1 out of 5 stars from me.

The chimera better be pretty sick too. Those things were hard as balls the first few times you fight them.

Gawd, I wanna fire up the PS3 and play this crazy damn game again.   
The whole "pawns go off to fight alongside other players" feature was cool as heck.   

Quote from: Yoink on September 08, 2020, 07:22:12 am

In one of my childhood homes there was a collection of Dr. Pepper cans stacked in an alcove above a doorway, from the previous occupant of my room.   

I can't read that without thinking "You use this word? Alcove?".

Well, I don't think it was technically an alcove, but I'm not sure what the proper name for the architectural feature in question is.   
Queenslander buildings (that's a type of house that's more-or-less native to my home state) often have this... rectangular space above the doorway, where the wall is thinner than the door frame itself. I feel like I might have known an actual name for it once, but now I have no idea.   

Fakeedit: okay, I asked my mother and apparently there isn't a name for that exact thing, since that space above the door would normally be occupied by a carving of some kind, or a leadlight or simple glass window, to allow air and light in. These are known as 'fanlights', though there might be some other name for them too.   
This one (and I think the one on the bedroom next to it) had just been filled in to match the walls instead, which is apparently a common occurrence since the fanlights themselves can be pretty fragile (and I guess we had a whole bunch of them in the house already, plus the house had a couple of skylights which mostly took care of the 'light' side of things). That space instead formed a little rectangular crevice over the door.   

Huh. The more you know. Classic architecture is awesome.   
I do love the sight of a classic Queenslander.   

Ummm. Aren't you, like. Supposed to? I mean, under the "happy gas" and all?   
That said, good to hear about yer chompers.   

Apparently there's a Dragon's Dogma TV show coming out next week.   

A knuckle-dragging childhood friend of mine dragged me into a debate on Facebook and he's still going on, even after I tried a "okay this argument isn't going anywhere, you're too dumb but that's okay I forgive you, I'm just gonna go eat a burrito, peace out" kinda thing in the hopes of putting an end to it. Paraphrased, of course - I am generally polite to a fault with pretty much anyone. Fuck knows why.    
I just want to lurk Facebook as per usual, keeping it open whilst doing other things and now and then scrolling through the countless stupid memes, amusing flame wars and music posts to add to my backlog of stuff to check out, as well as occasionally touching base with friends and whatever. Now I gotta log in, have a brief look around, then be confronted with any new entries in this long-ass comment thread and wearily get down to churning out a response, usually to new wordings of the same damn points I already rebutted.   

Dude's already made up his mind, why do I make the effort? What's the point of debating things with people, anyway?   
I guess it's not like I really do much of anything productive on the computer anyway, but still. I like to waste my time on my own terms.   

Ctrl + Shift+ T to restore killed tabs?

Yeah, that's how I restored as many as I could. There were a lot, though.   
History isn't so helpful when you're dealing with this many tabs that have been sitting for so long, either. I need to just break the habit of hoarding tabs and procrastinating.   

A little over half-way through Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre.   
This book is pretty much friggin' fantastic, so far. Reminds me a little of Irvine Welsh (in a very different setting) with its conversational narration, observational comedy and the slow, seemingly inevitable trainwreck of tragedy, horror, the worst/pettiest aspects of human nature, lowbrow existentialism, hard-earned wisdom, almost Kafkaesque elements and, of course, a wee bit of creative self-medication.   
Hell, that description sounded almost clever. Maybe I shoulda saved that for Goodreads. Dang.   

Bought this ages ago for next to nothing from an op shop, just one of a whole bag of secondhand books. Had no idea what to expect from it but it looked at least somewhat interesting, or maybe just really weird, so in it went - and I sure am glad it did.   

I went to save an image and the default directory was in my Win32 folder. Uhhhhh...   

That was quite an experience.