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aaronjer said: I'd call that two links, personally. I mean, you could say it's a single link between two posts, but you specifically said chain. And in a chain each object is referred to as a link, and not the connection between them.
Yeah, my bad, I fixed it as soon as I saw it. Ah, w/e.
...and that's the bottom line because Mate de Vita said so.
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2009 Aug 19 at 07:49 UTC
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Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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I'll link your chain. Ah, pointless innuendo. MdV I'll freely admit I don't know what you mean when you say ITs
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2009 Aug 19 at 14:06 UTC
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Back to the topic at hand, I remember when I was younger I had this dream quite often.
There was a birthday party at my house and then I went upstairs and into my room and there was someone there and we talked about some cartoons (I can't remember which). Then I noticed a moth-like creature with a long and spike-like behind on the floor and for no apparent reason I stuck my hand below it. Then it stung me with that thing and then I woke up.
The interesting part is that I had this exact same dream quite a few times, the only difference was that the person in my room was always a different one.
Another interesting thing is that this was my worst nightmare ever. I was always crying like crazy when I woke up... Even though I did once dream I had half my torso eaten by a T-Rex while I was flying on a Pterodactyl. It may have been after watching Jurassic Park. Or maybe after the first time I played through the Lost Valley level of Tomb Raider 1. DR, I'll freely admit that I don't believe you.
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2009 Aug 20 at 10:25 UTC
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aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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Your worst nightmare. Getting stung by a bug. Really. You must live a very carefree existence.
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2009 Aug 20 at 12:19 UTC
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aaronjer said: Your worst nightmare. Getting stung by a bug. Really. You must live a very carefree existence.
No, it's not really like that. As I said I dreamt once that a T-rex bit off half of my torso. Another time I dreamt of a nuclear bomb inside my head (literarly) blowing up. But still, somehow that dream was still worse. Not sure why.
...and that's the bottom line because Mate de Vita said so.
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2009 Aug 20 at 12:21 UTC
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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Perhaps it is more real? But honestly, I don't know what you mean!
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2009 Aug 20 at 18:17 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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I begin remembering the dream and it's already late at night, sometime between two and four in the morning and I am hopelessly awake. Bored by the general malaise of the sleepless night, I take to the streets and begin walking. I am in New York, as ever, and imagine myself to be in Manhattan, but it resembles more Queens, I imagine. There is a a sprawl of concrete in all directions. The buildings are perhaps no taller than five stories, and most much smaller. Parking lots litter what the eye can see, belonging to faint gathering places, bars, pool halls, and the like. It is December and the snow continually crackles underfoot.
I enter a bowling alley, looking for a drink to help pass the time. I sit down at a stool outside the bar and a friend turns to me and asks why I don't have a beer yet. I encounter various people from my university, ones that don't ordinarily associate with one another, but are united in my mind by the commonality that I know them. We drink little before the bar closes up for the night and we gather our things, joining the departing throng, leaving refuse scattered about the tables. I take a few steps out and realize that I'm missing my shoes, perhaps removed in anticipation of bowling. We return to the door and knock, and the Ukrainian family which owns the alley answers, having noticed the shoes themselves. They do not seem to mind my late intrusion, but seem themselves as exhausted as I feel. They follow me out, the building lightly picked up, and lock up after me.
It's getting on dawn, that slow mid-winter dawn that starts as one side of the horizon glowing in a wet and dusty blue. We realize how long we've been out and with daybreak we realize how hungry we've gotten. Nearby, there's a free-standing drive-in, advertising itself on both eggs and fries, of all combinations, but instead as we get there, it becomes apparent that there are no eggs, and instead its more a traditional fish and chips joint with an assortment of options, cod, salmon, some shrimp if you prefer. A few get the combo plates and I steal fries off their plates, feeling able to justify that but not the seafood.
In time, they all disperse, and I'm still hungry. The streetlights glisten over the snow and a few cars slush past, on their way to work or wherever cars go. I traverse the muck and make my way to a sidewalk along some smaller houses, more tokens of suburbia. I get on walking and walking and walking some more and pass a series of old-style diners, unrenovated since the fifties, along with a series of gas stations, each with their own idle globe sprung up like a dead weed in the yard, advertising their company, unlit and unspinning. I'm still hungry, but I get the urge to keep going. I have no idea where I am now, but figure as long as I'm up I may as well walk the length of Manhattan.
Then the fire alarm goes off and I wake up.
100% natural, no antibiotics, and bloodgrass-fed
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2009 Sep 22 at 15:00 UTC
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Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Very something. There's a word that goes there but for the life of me I can't remember it.
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2009 Sep 22 at 17:13 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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By my standard of dreams? Uneventful. It still had some of that ethereal quality to it but nothing out of the ordinary happened. I would walk the length of Manhattan unprovoked. It seems like a thing that I would do.
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2009 Sep 22 at 18:17 UTC
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aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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Was everything in order beyond the immediately obvious? Was the sky always the right color, was the lighting appropriate to the sources of light? Were people wearing sensible clothes and did you have the correct number of fingers?
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2009 Sep 22 at 19:09 UTC
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And were your legs coalesced (whether that is a real and properly used adjective - or rather passive form of the verb - I have no idea) at the knees?
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2009 Sep 22 at 19:22 UTC
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2009 Sep 22 at 20:25 UTC
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I had been thinking maladroit at the time but I know that's not what I mean. Might sound like that though. It was more the style of writing; it reminded me of something.
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2009 Sep 22 at 22:42 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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Everything seemed to be in order and time progressed in a linear manner, which is known to be HIGHLY UNUSUAL for my dreams.
And despite what Sloth would lead you to believe, there were no aboriginals, I was not in Australia, nor did I ingest hallucinogens and go on a spirit quest. Lies, all of them.
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2009 Sep 22 at 23:01 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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WACHUTU TRIBE! FYUSHUN BATS!
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2009 Sep 23 at 02:52 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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FYUSHUN BATS.
No one's going to get it, but it's more fun when there's a longer suspension and a sharper B. You gotta trust me on this one.
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2009 Sep 23 at 04:34 UTC
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World's tallest man uses long arms to save China dolphins
I drink to forget but I always remember.
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2009 Sep 23 at 05:25 UTC
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DaveDays
Miley Cyrus Stalker
2008 Jul 22 • 203
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I LOVE aarons dreams, HAVE ANOTHER!
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2009 Sep 24 at 01:59 UTC
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aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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Yes, sir!
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2009 Sep 24 at 03:54 UTC
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molkman
Owner of George Washington's Prototype Mittens
2005 May 2 • 2066
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References with bats always have to do with Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
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2009 Sep 24 at 06:36 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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You guys, I had a weird dream! Except I don't remember much of any of it, except I was in a skyscraper at night, in a really nice office with wood paneling, discussing the relative merits and disadvantages of wireless video game controllers with my father and my brother, who was twelve or something because he's always the age he was when I left home in my dreams. Eventually, we evacuated the building, going down many flights of stairs as dawn was breaking, and I kept seeing intricate hand-carved wood signs reading "If Robert sent you about the vampire problem, follow this way".
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2009 Sep 24 at 15:04 UTC
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aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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It'd think you would want to avoid going the direction those signs indicated. I mean, they were made of wood and everything! Pretty scary.
I suppose I could recount what little I remember of the dream I just had. I was working as a security officer in a government research facility in Antarctica. The facility had a dome structure around it nearly a half a mile in diameter that kept the atmosphere inside cool, dry and sterile. Outside the sphere, which was some kind of energy barrier that one could walk right through, there was the expected endless expanse of frozen death. The facility was multi-purpose. It had sections for the development of weaponry, submarine equipment, environmental control, gravity and space flight. The buildings inside were all white stone and metal and built to withstand massive trauma. By this I mean all the buildings were fairly short, none above 5-stories tall, and had a lot of extra metal framework to hold them in place. There was no life of any kind inside the dome other than human.
My business was to protect against internal threats. Spies, saboteurs, traitors and the like. I was the head of the internal security department, in fact, and disliked by all employees because of it. JMD was also there, and he was the head of the external security section. Watching for enemy attacks and keeping the defenses alert and maintained.
Our current business had an overlap. GamJams (JMD) had been tracking organized movement several miles to the South (meaning, closer to the south pole... this surprised us) that was approaching us slowly. It halted and hid whenever satellites that could give us visual confirmation passed overhead. Even with 95% of the security staff pointing guns through the barrier is managed to walk right past us and into the facility with only vague detection as to its whereabouts. I managed to catch a glimpse of it in the environmental control section back in the inner workings and ductwork. I could only describe it as a "cyber ninja". Mostly black with metal protrusions, but very sleek and quiet. I did not have time to fire on it, nor would I have, for fear of accidentally destabilizing the environment and destroying the facility.
After a grueling half-an-hour of no reports, a scientist in the environmental lab didn't clock out on schedule. She was a middle-aged woman working on organic-based environment control. Plant-life of all sizes engineered to heavily alter the atmosphere and grow in harsh climates. There was no trace of her, and her research terminal and laboratory turned up missing multiple pieces of equipment and all electronic data.
Then there was a massive explosion in the harbor, followed up by an even larger explosion in the weapons development lab. JMD and I assumed this was intended to bait us while the ninja escaped, and we maintained a strong presence on the barrier whilst rescue teams went about their business. We turned out to be right, and we managed to open fire on and hit a visual distortion moving along the ground. We didn't slow the ninja down, but we did break his stealth device. He managed to get through the barrier and out into the wasteland where we couldn't easily follow. It would take at least twenty minutes to set up the proper gear and vehicles to allow pursuit... so JMD and I took a drastic measure. We volunteered to take a new drug developed in the facility that would temporarily grant us many superhuman abilities. A powerful resistance to cold being one of them.
We managed to start after the ninja before the trail got cold (haha). We only had on our security uniforms... which looked like WW2 era Nazi officer uniforms... the black kind. Not really sure if there was a connection there to the facility being run by Nazi Germany or not. Anyway, we effortless trekked through the snow until we arrived at the first location where the ninja was picked up on our sensors. The base radioed in that he had dropped of the radar right before we arrived. It took us no time to notice an anomalous mountain of ice before us, though. It wasn't recorded on any map and the satellites couldn't even detect it visually. Upon inspection we found we could pass right through it. Inside was another controlled environment, MUCH larger than ours. It had to be at least 5 miles in diameter. It contained a warm, coniferous forest, cliffs and valleys that looked like they had developed with plant-life over millenia, and a facility dwarfing our own smack in the middle.
Sadly, this is where I don't remember much else. JMD and I snuck into the facility, ended up killing several guards and scientists, managed to find the cyber ninja but were unable catch him, and we were nearly killed after their guards caught wind of us and chased us back past the barrier. JMD and I asked for a missile strike on the facility, which proved ineffective as the missiles were shot down before they reached the barrier. We then gauged the maximum firing distance of their interceptor missiles and ordered a nuclear missile to be detonated just outside that range directly above the facility. It was, as we hoped, enough to disrupt and disable the barrier. The resulting chaos of the climate change was cover enough to let us find the missile depot and destroy it. Another missile strike was enough to annihilate the facility and we returned to base just before our special super drug wore off. Hooray, victory for the Reich! :(
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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Mmm, science facilities. Yahtzee wrote a piece about supersoldiers recently.
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2009 Sep 24 at 17:23 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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Yahtzee writes?
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2009 Sep 24 at 19:13 UTC
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Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Guy as does Zero Punctuation.
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2009 Sep 24 at 19:55 UTC
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