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from oracle-out@tumblr, "Young Justice, a summary":

[Shadur] ... Also most adventuring parties we've been on.
[littlepinkbeast] ... ayup
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This is actually well done, IMO. Uses the best parts/performances, leaves out... well, you know.
Just watch it.
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My mind palace is an unfurnished single room apartment with a toilet in the middle

... I'm pretty sure mine is one of those book mazes that people get lost in and sometimes die when a bookcase falls on them.
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Disturbing dreams this morning, where Indiana Jones accidentally wakes up, draws the attention of, and/or gets possessed by (a) Goa'uld, who swiftly conquer(s) Earth with slave armies (starting with the US) wielding super-science weapons.
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When did we 'really' get the videophone? Was it when they were first demonstrated in the 1930's (and then died)? Or when they were introduced as a commercial service by major telecom companies in the early 1970's (and then died)? Or in the 1980's, when it became an bit of flashy executive kit (and then died)? Now, when Skype is ubiquitous- but so are lower bandwidth text messages and the asychronous video communication of Snapchat et al?

It's not just that, as Gibson said, the future is unevenly distributed. Sometimes, we're not ready for it, or it's not ready for us, or it turns out it was never really that cool or useful.
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I've just become aware of a new (~10 years old) Christmas marketing gimmick "tradition", the Elf on the Shelf.
My first reaction - and it seems, from some of the articles I've found, I'm not alone - was:
"It's never too early to start indoctrinating your children to accept our post-privacy world of omnisurveillance."

EDIT: and yes, there's always been that element of "Santa (and/or God) is watching you, kids", as in the carol I'm quoting/alluding to - to the point that we joked about it, because that's what humans do to try to cope with and disarm/defang/nerf our fears. But I think it gets significantly worse when it's not just mythical beings doing the watching but actual orgs like Google, Facebook, the NSA et al; and when the elf toy provides a focal point, bringing it to the level of conscious awareness and also encouraging conscious acceptance.
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"Is there, like, a secret evil that will be released if DC and Marvel comics are ever both good at the same time?"
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Every now and then, looking through my browser bookmarks, I'm struck by how my habits and interests have shifted over time (and continue to do so). Sites I once visited daily, or hourly, now go untouched for months or years; some have vanished off the net entirely, save for what's preserved in the Internet Archive or my own hard drive. Games and books and (web)comics and television series that I was once a devoted fan of now sit upon the metaphorical shelf, buried layers deep in subfolders (not unlike their physical equivalents in storage boxes). And sometimes, I dare to go digging through the strata.

And then there's the miscellany and ephemera, sites found along the side of the road in my wanderings that don't fit neatly anywhere, or would take "too much time" to put where they do, or were never meant to be of lasting interest or use beyond a hypothetical later or return visit. Loose ends, projects and threads I meant to follow up on; YouTube videos I intended to find time to watch... someday.

Times change, the net changes, and so does the person between keyboard and chair. Games, shows, sites and fandoms, wax and wane and sometimes pass into (hopefully fond) memory. That's life; sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but mostly it just is.
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Quoted from a thread re: Rogue One:

"Consider the brief shot of what remains of Anakin Skywalker floating in the bacta tank. In his previous life, he was a man of action... and now, the only time he's not in agony is when he's in a cylinder barely any larger than him. That's his world now."

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>>> If you dig deep enough, most game worlds are not logically consistent. Many of us realized this at around 15, the first time we ever asked ourselves "What did the wyvern locked in that 30'x30' room *eat*?" :)

>> Adventurers.

> It rolled for a Wandering Monster encounter whenever it was hungry. Sometimes it met itself, and no matter who won, it was a large meal.
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That was pretty neat.
I found someone who was giving out extra pairs of eclipse glasses, so I got to make direct observations and also take a few clumsy camera shots.

My town wasn't quite in the totality path, but we did get something like 99% coverage; the sky dimmed enough to trip automatic lights, and one could actually (very briefly) look at the sun with the naked eye. (Yes, I know. File along with the proper use of Q-tips.)
The crescent sliver migrated from the lower left quadrant to the lower right, then upper right, before starting to grow again. Back to normal now.

One of the coolest things besides the eclipse itself was how everything pretty much stopped. The streets emptied of cars and the sidewalks filled up with people peering up through paper glasses.
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Blue-deck play, in most games:

"I tap two red and play..."
"... Okay, I draw..."
"Uh uh."
"What about...?"
"Fine, I'll just--"
"Not happening."
"... can I forfeit?"
"You can try."
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re the new Marvel show on Netflix (The Defenders):

"I mean, of the 4, only one of them is not completely fucked up."

And that's how you know it's based on the Marvel Universe.
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Six? attractive, well-off, tech-savvy twenty (thirty?) somethings (plus Jeff Goldblum, for some reason!) are sealed in a highly-advanced underground "house", for a reality show. And then they run into/somehow uncover an alien monster/pathogen, which transforms those it infects into (more) ravenous eating machines (literally; there's a (nano)technological as well as biological component, blurring the lines between the two).

The bulk of the dream/last half hour of the movie comes down to an extended, slow-motion, VFX-heavy, hyper-kinetic battle/ballet between the brunette Final Girl, who turns out to be some sort of gynoid, and the Nordic blonde of the group, now representing the alien monster (ala Species), as each attempts to contain/consume the other. As they tear at each other, break apart, "splash" away from each other's attacks and reform, they are both depicted as nanoswarms of a sort - opponents who can split apart into sharp-edged tiles (like a human-shaped disco ball), become sand or semi-liquid, etc.

At first the two seem to be evenly matched, or the monster-woman actually has the upper hand in this CGI contest of technological shapeshifters. Then the faces and figures of the rest of the cast, somehow surviving/returning from their own consumption/conversion, start to appear on the walls and screens of the smart-house, joining the fight against the alien with their own dance moves. The tide turns... and just for a moment, with the alien blonde on the ropes/the verge of full containment, it seems the Transhuman Treachery will kick in, with all of these entities uniting against the humans on the surface. They won't have a chance.

But then it's revealed that their new collective plan is to offer humanity a choice, between transcendence or... something. (Peak health in still-human bodies, maybe? Dream memory starting to break down.) The full cast is reunited and reconciled now, though no longer embodied; the alien influence is itself overwritten or suborned to the new purpose. The wallscreens go blank again (or come apart in an upward shower of mosaic tiles) as the new entity(s) leave their subterranean chrysalis to begin the Upgrade.

(Seriously, the VFX budget for all that I imagined would be huuuuuuuge.)

And now that I've written all that down... back to bed.
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A thoroughly irreverent bit of bardic song from my SCA days, twenty-odd years ago, has bubbled up out of my brain while I slept. Along with that classic opening line, the rest of the lyrics (that I can remember) go something like this - starting with an archery contest that takes an unusual turn:

The first man shot his arrow, straight as the eagle flies
The second split that arrow; it seemed he'd won the prize
The third one shot the other two men right between the eyes...

"Well my lord," the maiden said, "it seems you've won the prize!"
"You bet your alabaster orbs I have," he cried
He swept her up upon his steed and off the two did ride...
Yippee ki, yippee ki, yippee ki, yippee ki ayyyy.

Reaching his castle, they immediately fall into bed together:

They could not stop, they could not get their fill
Their twenty children finally buried them on a hill
And from his heart, there grew a briar,
And from hers a-- rhododendron...
Corny, corny, corny, corn-ai-ayyyyy

(I've probably gotten the odd word wrong or out of place - for one thing, the song is not really that long, and the word in that first line might actually be "dark" or "sad" - and alas, Google offers no help. Still, I think you can see why this was so, er, memorable.)
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When I made my one and only visit to the park (so far) with my family, back in 1983, it was less than half its current age; more years have passed since then (34) than the 28 separating that summer from 1955. Most of those who'd attended as kids on opening day were only just starting to have kids of their own. It's a bit dizzying to read the list of past attractions and see how much had already been changed, to say nothing of what's followed (and been replaced in turn).

(I know it was '83 because one of my very few "time-stamped" memories was of King Arthur Carrousel being closed for renovation.)

I'd like to go back someday, but it's not a priority. My brothers have been back, with their kids. EDIT: And one of them, who I spoke to, is sure that the trip was in '81, not '83. Go fig.
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The last time I was at the store (before today), I got some chips and some salsa, some bean dip, and (why not) some "guacamole-flavored dip". I know, I know, but it was cheap and I figured it was an experiment. The results of that experiment, however, were so unfavorable that, after having maybe a quarter of the little tub, I was looking rather sadly at just tossing out the rest. (Sure, we're only talking about $3 of - as near as I can determine - vaguely-avocado-flavored mayo with little tomato bits mixed in, but it's the principle and all that.)

But then, to my pleasure and relief, I discovered that when spread thinly over a slice of bread (rather than scooped/globbed on a corn chip), the difference in flavor mix and proportions was enough to make it actually palatable. Today I got some more bread and intend to finish it off, and then making buttered toast (how... conventional) with whatever remains of the loaf.

In conclusion, I would probably make a terrible millennial.
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(inspired by the recent movie(s), of course)

For all that it's a big part of his powerset, Spider-Man's strength tends to get ignored or underestimated a lot. Mostly (IMO) that's cause he's usually either up against normals, and pulling his punches so he doesn't kill somebody, or real heavy-hitters who outdo him in that department.

But that's okay, because he still has (along with his speed, agility, spider-sense, etc) the proportional smack-talk of a teenaged male from Queens.

(Seriously, anyone who does not count Peter Parker's smart mouth among his powers has never met the guy, let alone fought him.)
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thought on your Standard Superhero Universe:

when you get five precogs and a time traveller warning you about a certain flight, you don't argue; you ground the damn plane.