I promised Ran-san that I'd post what I consider to be the "anime proportions that I always apply to my female faces. Here's a comparison - first
the standard, then the custom. So you can see exactly the way the changes make things look.

Does anyone know the artist and title of the song played under the action movie montage during the Oscars tonight? The one where the singer twice went
"tick tick tick tick boom"?
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

I think it has been recced on here before like ... a couple years back. It was a System Shock fic featuring a hacker who took out the ethics constraints on
SHODAN on a space station and asked for some hacking tool in his hand in response. Then it ends up everyone has been killed while he's been in surgery and
he has to find a way to take out SHODAN before she completely takes over the world.

Anyone know what it was called or have a link? Thanks for any help.

Completely OT, my apologies.

Despite my b/f referring to her as a Rent-a-Friend and remarking that I have him to talk to for free, I went and saw a therapist on Thursday. Figure I've
tried dealing with "this stuff" on my own long enough. (Bob knows about some of it. If anyone else wants to know, especially after reading further,
I'll be happy to indulge you.)

She didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, but I suppose it was nice to hear it anyway. Here's what she thinks I've got going on:

"Definitely" panic disorder (was also told this by a psychologist in '03)

Depression

"Possible" PTSD (the laundry list of things I told her had happened, and she could only say "possible"? Ha!)

"Possible" C-PTSD (Complex PTSD, go look it up)

Talking to her about everything, I actually cried a little. Didn't expect that to happen. Guess I'm not used to spilling everything at once IRL.
I'd definitely like to go back and see her again.

-Amanda
"Hey, it's not like dying is on my schedule for this week."
--Yumeko Asagiri, Bubblegum Crisis: The Next Generation, part 3

I just spotted your first post in the toons thread. Welcome to the forums!
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Is anyone else getting DNS lookup errors accessing Eyrie Productions? And if so, I forget who all, if any of the usual suspects hang here but they might want
to let whoever Rei is staying with now know that there might be a problem.

Hopefully its just a propogation problem local to my dns server, but JIC, you know?
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children

Wil Wheaton has seen the Watchmen movie, and he loved it.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

...instead of helping remodel the downstairs bathroom in my parent's house, right now I'd be in Tahiti, negotiating with French officials over landing
a science package on Mercury for CNES.

How about you guys?
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery

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"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"

I am not going to continue with this idea - but it was a great deal of fun to write.

No one knew how it started. That was, what is commonly known in the Navy, IST, and most other organizations, as a
lie. It was a lie that everyone agreed to, and this collusion over the shared deception was in itself a form of
teamwork and more importantly, team bonding.



Most of IST Paragon suspected Thibor.



There was good reason for that suspicion; but not all the facts fit the
puzzle. With sufficient force, you could fit the werewolf shaped suspicion through the round hole of the reality; but
it required some deliberate twisting and application of a considerable amount of force. A level of force that would not
be appreciated by the werewolf in question and could lead you to fit uncomfortable through the round hole, the square hold and the star-shaped
hole. Simultaneously.



The first reason was purely practical. The
physiognomy of the human body did not lead to efficient application of the technique. The human body contains
significant, automatic defense mechanisms; usually centered around protecting areas necessary for survival and reproduction.
In targeting those areas, you were up against learned reaction and automatic reaction simultaneously. Not good
odds. There were more effective targets, ones that not only had a higher efficacy in landing a specific strike, but
played on the natural defensive reactions to allow that strike to land.



The second reason was motivation. The group
targeted was not the most deserving of the treatment. There were groups for whom such and act was far more
deserved. Their villainy greater. Their victims legion. Yet it was not these groups that were targeted.



The final reason could only be described as poetic.
As gestures went, it was banal. There was no elegance to it. When the
story of your life was written, your grand artistic creations, humanitarian acts and nobler endeavors could all be swept away by one such thing. As the old Joke stated "I built a thousand walls, but do they call me Dmitri the wall builder? I painted a thousand houses, but do they call me Dmitri the house painter. But shag one
sheep…"



So based on these reasons, it was unlikely that Thibor was responsible for starting
Kick-a-Hellion-in-the-Junk Day. Thibor knew this. He had been counting on
it.



Of course the reality was somewhat more muddled.
He had not intended to create the phenomenon. It had started as a joke. Well
not really. It had started as a Curry. Not any curry mind you. This was not a your run-of-the-mill then run-out-your-arse curry. It was not an impress a
date with your international food experience curry. It was a boy's night out, late night, something to hold the
beer down curry.



In Atlas Park.



In Hellions Territory.



It had been Thibor, Simon, Louie, Byrd and Charcoal.
While Charcoal did not qualify in the boys category, due to a significant difference in genitalia and a pair of stunning bristols. Byrd also did not really qualify. He could be considered one of the boys, but it was a
stretch. Byrd was one of the boys in the same way that tomatoes are fruits.
Sure it is technically accurate, but no one really believes it.



Standing in between the well lubricated revelers and their curry destiny - well a
restaurant called Arthur Curry's Indian Seafood - was a trio of Hellions. The altercation was brief, but
telling. The shaky cel-camera video is focused on the Hellion, and the sound is distorted, but the phrase. "declare Kick a Hellion in the Junk day open." Could be made out.



The video made it onto Herotube.com. It went
viral. A new meme grew. No one knew when "Kick a Hellion in the Junk"
day was, but every few days a message storm would put it into the minds of the city, heroes, villains and citizens alike, that this day was "Kick a
Hellion in the Junk" day, and set to it with gusto. Then the day would pass, and in the cool, rational, light of
the next morning, it would be realized that an error had been made, and "Kick a Hellion in the Junk" day was pending, and would arrive
shortly.



It was a beautiful thing.



For everyone except the Hellions.



And even when they complained, it was in a gasping, pain-wracked, squeaky
voice.





And that was beautiful too.

Got more about Mayonaka posted up in the Fiction subforum. Also: Kaitlyn Jones, Mother of the Brood, makes her first in-story appearance!

Don't worry about me putting out too much WAFF. Niftiness and Ass-Whooping will hopefully come soon as well.