Misposted intentionally, since most of the people who care are here. We, being myself, @dj w00t (Genau'Goeg), and Spud #2 went down to the Kenai to get my
boat.. and well, we brought a camera.



The cats, as you can see, were quite concerned about our leaving.



Mt. Redoubt, I think - ask Gen. Is purty.



I has minor amount of Captain in me. Is genetic, not from bottle.



I was a polite and courteous driver for the entire trip! I didn't even speed!



Yah. Sure.



Spud #2 and Gen (she's the one getting harassed) with the Kenai river in the background.



Gen visually acquiring her next target..



more of same..



Target Acquired.

Seriously - that's a sandpiper, in an _accidental_ wetland. When the Alaska Railroad pushed through that area, they created a slough, which has since been
coddled into one of Alaskas 'showpiece' wetlands, since it's vibrant, healthy, and _right freaking there_. It's like 5 minutes away from
Anchorage.

Anyway, there you have it.

Oh yeah, and I did actually pick up..



Mah Boat.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies

I'd write this myself, but I'm still working on LoGG.

The SOS-dan learn about a Boskonian ring that's disguised as a group of Goth Fen, and send one of their number to investigate.

Unfortunately, they send http://www.cdjapan.co.jp/goods/goods_de ... EOSL-14102]the wrong person...

(Edit: PowerTip: Click on the large photo for an even larger photo.)
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

[I will be adding more clips of Reyshal's life here, as she writes them down. This particular one was inspired by a comment in the 'politics and other fun' forum a while back. It is presumed that everything is written in Syndan unless otherwise noted]

‘Proper use of force’

16 Minas, 598 SN / 21 July, 2008 AD

Thankfully the hospital did not keep me over long for their checks. As it is, my magical core will be some days recovering from my trial.

But I am getting ahead of myself.

This morning I woke to peace, the last few days of hectic villain and hero activity had calmed. There were few about, and in Paragon, even fewer villains on the streets than even during a Rikti raid. It was, to me, a perfect opportunity to test my spell.

It was such that I left my apartment went up to the Legendary’s base, and made use of the teleporters there. A few ferry rides and a request and granting of invisibility from a fellow hero later and I was soaring to Monkey Island, one of Peregrine’s sub islands. Before arriving there I engaged my own version of invisibility, gravity bending the radiation around my form. Too, I had flicked off my wristcomm, disabling all signals from it, including the Medcomm activator

I should make note, of course, of my secrecy in this matter. There is a clause in the Bureau of Superpowered Affairs contract to heroes: Use of proper force. What I planned to test this morning was far, *far* outside the restrictions imposed by that clause.

I have written before of several spells I have made that go outside these restrictions, but I believe that if the medico’s knew that I had done that on purpose...

But I digress once more.

Upon arriving at the island, I had set myself down between two rather largish groups of Rikti Monkeys, trusting in my concealment to protect me for now. I whispered spells of holding, but instead of an enemy, I placed these upon myself. I kept those and the spell of concealment running in the back of my mind, and then I began to Sing my new spell.

The Monkeys had immediately noticed my voice, but could not tell the source of it. I had felt the drain upon my magic, but I had not even completed the first stanza. I knew then that I would need much more concentration.

I dropped the spell of concealment and put more magic into the spell. The Monkeys swiftly spotted me and both groups had begun to run over. However, by then I had finished the first stanza and knew my spell was a success.

There was a crack, and the Monkeys near me had attempted to back away, but it was too late for them.

Before me was a Singularity.

Not the semi-intelligent, Paragon-approved version that most gravity controllers gave two or three of their spells to, but a true black hole.

The howl of the wind had been deafening, the strings of gravity had plucked and pulled at me and my clothing, the Monkeys had flown into the point of space, and I had just finished the second stanza.

I had kept the spell of holding running in the back of my mind, but it had been so very hard to keep concentrating on both that and the point of gravity before me. My hair had flickered around my vision, Monkey’s psychic wails screamed in my head, I had felt something rip from my face...

I then completed the third, and final, stanza.

The Singularity had collapsed, and I had as well.

I had fallen some twenty to thirty feet into the crater left behind by the spell, and I had seen at least one Monkey scrabbling up the sides of the pit to run from my fallen form. Thankfully, that was when I had heard my wristcomm activate again, and start beeping urgently about my health.

Some short time later, another hero had been dispatched to look in on me, and had brought me back to the hospital.

Later I was informed that what I had done was classified as an ‘Uncontrolled Breakthrough; Magical’ and was scheduled to attend a session on ‘Moderation of Magical Usage’.

I had also had to run by Icon to pick up a new eye patch, and repair several buttons on my vest that were now compressed to a spec of dust on that island.

But now I sit, writing down my new spell as I have before in these pages. At least I am secure in the knowledge that none but I know Syndan, which this is written in. So I leave this for today, to rest.

[The following is written in English, presumed to be sung.]

Sing!

Sing the song of Devastation!
Of strings of Fate,
And gravitation.

Sing before and sing of after,
Land and sky blend,
Until the after.

Sing of keeping until the end,
Songs of death
For enemy and for friend.

It's just a little update, only ten characters from six shows, but it's the first update in almost two years so it's worth a posting.

Yes, I've updated http://robkelk.ottawa-anime.org/meganekko/index.html]Ah! Megane-sama. I suspect a few folks here might care.

Who made the cut this time? Did Rob apologize sufficiently for taking so long to update the gallery? And what about the Dennou Coil question? You'll just have to go look for yourself...
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

Yet Another Tech Help Request Post

My father recently converted to Macs, but has several windows games that he likes to play.

We've been toying with Paralells Desktop since it's the simplest install, and it seems to work mostly-ok.

But we have one problem: It doesn't seem to be able to pass joystick input to the Windows programs.

We have a 2006 iMac with the latest OSX (Tiger?), an a Microsoft Sidewinder Precision 2 USB joystick. OSX recognizes the joystick without a problem, but none
of the Windows programs running under Paralells seems to be able to detect it.

Any suggestions?
--
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.

Well, midweek for me, since I started this vacation on Friday. Looks like everything is running smoothly here.

Once again, I'm writing from "How You Brewin'" on Long Beach Boulevard in Surf City. (Where there are "two girls for every boy", as
the Beach Boys say, but Peggy is steadfastly refusing to let me complete my set. Meanie. )

So far. beach week has been, well, odd. We're trapped in this strange little microclimate, low 80s, misty and windy, while towns everywhere off the island
are 90s and muggy. Part of that seems to be distant side effects of the hurricane coming up the coast, even though it's well out to sea and unlikely to
come near us. Still, it's good weather for sitting and reading on the deck, and it does get sunny enough here and there that I'll probably end up with
a fair tan.

Oh, and I'm going into COH withdrawal.

Look for me on Saturday night, unless I decide to ramble on in on Thursday or thereabouts.

Later all.
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

51 days after creating her, Alice has hit level 50! Thanks to everyone that helped. Terr, Ankh, Sweno, Spud, OM, Uni... the list goes on.

Thanks guys, you were great.

Super villian musical written by Joss Whedon starring Neal Patrick Harris and a bunch of other rad individuals.

MY GOD STOP READING AND CLICK!
---
Jon
"And that must have caused my dad's brain to break in half, replaced by a purely mechanical engine of revenge!"

That's it. I'm done. See you fine people later. 5th mapserver in 5 minutes. Nope. Sorry. We are not getting anything done now with that going on.

I'm going to check out Infinity and see what's up over there.

((GAH!! Posted to wrong forum! Sorry!))

The following programming is rated for all audiences and is not remotely canon in any way shape or form.
*Click*
[MANTICORE is chained and presented before LORD RECLUSE and the PATRONS in his throne room]
RECLUSE: How do I know you're not from CONTROL?
MANTICORE: If I was from CONTROL, you'd already be dead.
RECLUSE: If you were from CONTROL, you'd already be dead.
MANTICORE: Neither of us is dead, so obviously I'm not from CONTROL.
BLACK SCORPION: ....that actually makes sense.
[Other PATRONS look at SCORPION with '...you're kidding me' expressions]
*Click*
[SELL-SWORD is currently pointing his rifle between LADY NOGITSUNE and GENAU'GOEG]
GEN: Fox season! *points rifle at Nogi*
NOGI: Dragon season. *points rifle back*
GEN: Fox season!
NOGI: Dragon season!
GEN: Fox season!
NOGI: Fox season! *rotates rifle back to herself*
GEN: *pulls rifle back towards herself* Dragon season, fire!
*BOOM*
[Smoke clears, revealing the formerly blue Gen to now be black with soot and glaring at Nogi]
GEN: You're desssspicable.
*Click*
CHORUS: Up in the sky, coming at you! A herooooo of metal hue! He locks horns with disaster for the red and white and blue!
[CITADEL flies through the sky, carrying STATESMAN's cape, and beating up on FIFTH COLUMN MEK MEN, VAMPYR, and WAR WOLVES.]
CHORUS: Then was born a boy robot! Miracle of science!
[Cut to CYBERMAN 8 under construction]
CHORUS: Pre-designed to fight large monsters!
[CYBERMAN 8 kicks BABBAGE in the kneecap]
CHORUS: Super-charged and quick on the draw!
[CYBERMAN 8 continues unloading martial arts moves into Babbage's leg with...no apparent effect]
CHORUS: Pretty darn good buuuut he needs help from Big Guy! They're a great team!
[BABBAGE is bowled over by a blast of energy from CITADEL as CYBERMAN 8 keeps the Clockwork distracted]
CHORUS: The boy robot lives his dream!
[Shot of CITADEL and CYBERMAN 8 on top of BABBAGE's prone body]
CHORUS: To be a legend in history! The Big Guy and Rusty!
[Title splash]
*Click*
[Scene: Stage of a talk show. GAMMA EMISSION and TERRENCE KNIGHT are already sitting on chairs as the host looks at the camera]
JERRY: And today, it seems we have a disagreement between these two. Terrence thinks that Lisa is cheating on him with someone she rescued! Well, let's bring her out. Here's Rhea!
[EMERALD BLAST steps out in her clubbing outfit, walks over and sits down on GAMMA's lap to TERRENCE's astonishment and lays one on the lips.]
Crowd: JERRY! JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!
*Click*
[WILLIAM BISHOP III in a business suit is facing several PORTAL CORP EXECUTIVES]
BISHOP: So, would you three be 'portals_R_us_5934', 'interdimensinul_hotty', and 'praetorians_or_bust'?
[The executives look around confused but nod]
BISHOP: So this webchat is from you three then:
"Hey, let's send the next hero to that world where the telepath makes them think they wiped out the human race."
"Oh, that'd be hilarious. Wrong, but hilarious."
"I can't say I disapprove. Just make sure you tape it so the rest of us can see."
"It never gets old. They ALWAYS believe it off the bat."
[Executives start making various excuses]
BISHOP: You're aware that's emotional harrassment? You see, I'm William Bishop III, and this is "To Catch a Jackass."
*Click*
[Commercial Break]
ANNOUNCER: Next time on Jerry Springer....
JERRY: So, what you're saying is that you befriended this woman, romanced her, and then slept with her....all without her knowing you were an alien spy?
INYME: ....that's the point of being a SPY.
CROWD: BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!
*Click*
[Credits go up on ICEY CHEF]
JACKIE FROST: Now, you add the cucumber just so...season with a little oregano, oil, boil for ten minutes, and BAM! a little garlic. BAM! A little more pepper. BAM! A little of my special sauce....
*Click*
[Lights go up on stage as TERRENCE, EMET, MAG FLASHLIGHT, and THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL]
TERR: Young man! There's no need to feel down!
EMET: Young man! Pull yourself off the ground!
MAG: Young man! You're in a new town!
LINCOLN: There's no need to be unhappy!
TERR: Young man! There's a place you can go!
EMET: I said, young man! When you're short on the dough!
MAG: You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find...
LINCOLN: Maaaany ways to have a good time!
ALL: It's fun to stay at the Y! M! C! A! It's fun to stay at the Y! M! C! A!
TERR: You can get yourself cleaned!
EMET: You can have a good meal!
MAG: You can do whatever you feel!
[Cut to titles: The VILLAGE TANKS]
*Click*
[KNIGHT SABRES bounce from every rooftop in intricately choreographed patterns]
CHORUS: Theeeeey've got...a power and a force that you've never seen before!
[STREET SABRE and DANCE SABRE whirl through a gang of CREY RIOT GUARDS, bashing their way through]
CHORUS: Theeeeey've got...the ability to fight and even up the score!
[NET SABRE and NANO SABRE blast thugs from a distance with lightning and dark bolts]
CHORUS: Noooooo one....will ever keep them down! The power lies on their siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide!
[All SABRES pose on top of building]
CHORUS: Go go Sabre Rangers! Whoa-o-oh! Go go Sabre Rangers! You mighty, warpin' Sabre Rangers!
*Click*
[HRO'DTOHZ is looking through a portal with a telescope]
HRO'DTHOZ: Missing presence: Kaboom(Earth Shattering)? Presence: imperative, Kaboom(Earth Shattering).
[FUSIONETTE walks up behind him.]
FUSIONETTE: Ehhhhh, what's up doc?
*Click*
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."