Thursday : 30 March 2006
Another No Bad News Thursday in the slot.

After work, I came home and hung out while chatting with friends from home. I had dinner and watched CSI and Without a Trace, both of which were good. The last few lines of dialogue on CSI were chilling.

The High-Flying Adventures of Indigo Bolt –
I headed to Paragon City to get rid of some XP debt and to try and hit Security Level 31.

I was 50% successful.
I made Level 31.
I also accrued an additional 16,000 points of experience debt.

One of my missions took me to the PVP area in Warburg. I was doing a waypoint (check out five areas in the zone) mission. And I was killed – twice – at the first waypoint. *sigh* I’ll deal with that mission another time. I was invited to join a team in Croatoa; I joined and ran that mission. Then, did the mission that I didn’t get credit for the other night. This time, I made sure that I checked in with my contact before doing anything else. And, I got credit for the mission. We ran a couple of other missions in Croatoa before taking on a rather easy mission in Boomtown.

In addition to making the new level, I managed to get back down to about 5,300 points of experience debt. I’ll try and deal with that tomorrow.

Stray Toasters

  • I still want an Oreo Blizzard.
  • will be here… sometime… tomorrow. Hopefully, she’ll make it in time for Clitorati.
  • As if I needed anything else CoH-related: City of Heroes Roleplaying Game Quickplay Pack
    A hale and hearty “Thank you,” to for pointing this out. (…and I just realized that I could actually put the CoH/CoV ‘Clix I have to use – including the custom Indigo Bolt ‘Clix that Perry made for me – as figures in the game, if I got the wild hair to play it.)

  • And, while we’re talking about superheroes and whatnot… Old School Avengers to the Rescue!
  • Heh.   
  • I was talking with about Mystery Men, which he hasn’t seen. Then, I decided to look up quotes from the movie. Some of them made me laugh.

    The Shoveller:We’re not your classic heroes. We’re the other guys.

  • By way of slashdot: Device Developed to Help Socially Challenged
  • Balloon art, really good balloon art. The site’s in Russian, but the pictures say enough.
  • The Oblivion of Western RPGs
  • By way of boingboing.net: Intelligent Brains Grow Differently
  • Carol Danvers. Air Force pilot. Super heroine. Exotic dancer?
  • Bruce Sterling has designed some bumper stickers for bumperactive.com. Check ’em out.
  • A coworker and I were talking a little about the upcoming Star Wars television series. We both hope that Lucas ends his direct involvement before the scriptwriting phase. From there, the conversation meandered into other movies and television shows, eventually winding up on The A-Team. My comment about that show was: “The A-Team was like G.I. Joe, for adults.” Think about it: On The A-Team, LOTS of ammo was fired, both by and at the team… but no one ever got hurt or died. Just like G.I. Joe.
  • I don’t know if this is any kind of a DCU/A-DCU tie-in, but I wonder if this episode of JLU is foreshadowing what’s happening in the current storyline in Supergirl.
  • I was reading ‘s journal today – she got an idea from and posted it. With her permission, I am reposting that idea. Hopefully, you will respond to this… and maybe, just maybe, add this idea to a post of your own.

    We think we know each other on this medium, in this exchange of fact and literature, in this intersection of glacial remoteness and desert-hot revelations. We believe we are safe and completely isolated,warm and completely secure.

    But do we really? Do we really know? Do we really know anything? Do we really know anything about one another?

    I think so. I think not.

    Let’s bridge the gap. Let’s create new chasms.

    Write a paragraph in the comments to me, knowing that this paragraph will be read by others who are not on your friends’ lists, and will be an open and public document for all to see.

    Write to me a paragraph that will help us all to know you a bit better. I don’t mean the old-school project “write your biography in five paragraphs” or even “write ‘what I did last Summer'” (or even “I know who you are and I saw what you did”). Make your paragraph a moment in time, a slice, a snippet, an edited sample from your life.

    We, that is, me and those who read comments to my journal, will read what you write, and take it in, and accept it, and try our best to have fellow feeling with you. You may choose what you write. My only caveat is that a prurience sometimes infects this form of exercise, in which people feel compelled to be participants or voyeurs in a kind of “life pornography”, a sense of reality-show revelation for the prematurely desensitized. My caveat is that while you are free to write as you choose, and what you choose, I and your probable audience have access to enough shock and awe to last a millennium. Sometimes the tragic or the transcendent is essential to the story, as with a person who experienced a trauma or found transport in transcendent romance. So often, though, the “reality paragraph”obscures, rather than revealing, the inner truths within.

    Write me your paragraph to show yourself as if you were the steam rising from hot mint tea–at the edge of the tongue, in mid-air, ready to be savored, yet still a mystery.

    I will read your paragraph, and taste your fullness, and perhaps you will be a little less lonely in this life. I will not understand you at all, no matter how compelling your paragraph. I understand you already, regardless of your paragraph.

    Write in a mad dash, without calculation, as if the words are part of the fabric of who you truly have become.

    My comment to her post was:

    I’m an East Coast kid living on the near-West Coast. I laugh. I dream. I take life one day at a time; some days are good, some not-so-good…but I persevere. Inside me is the legacy of my parents… and their parents… and generations before them. Inside me is also the LEGO-playing, cartoon-loving and comic book-reading boy who still believes that a man can fly. Inside me is also the man who enjoys the company of his family and friends.

    Somewhere in the middle, they all meet.

    And become… me.

Namaste.