Indeed

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  For the record, I did not.

Working on Comics

  So I've started working on comics again. It's the week before finals and I don't have much to do (that's the way it works, right?) and I'm in a pretty good mood so I figured I would finally start working on comics. So I start racking my brains to remember what I wanted to do (this morning I had three) and I could only remember one of them. It was terrible!

Or alternatively, terrabo'.

 Editor's Note: I just remembered one of them, so we're up to two, but that's still 66%.

  Luckily, I have post-it widgets that I keep thoughts on, specifically comic ideas I got while playing World of Warcraft saved for a later date when I have more time (you know, because I was playing WoW). For instance, I have a hash tag on twitter called Why My Guild Hates Me, even though I didn't actually have a guild...

Editor's Note: Don't go back through my twitter looking for it because I have twice now and when I finally found the hash tag for it (way down in fuck-all history) and click, Firefox freezes.

  Anyway, I was going back through these post-its to see what I had in mind, and here is the main post-it where I kept my notes:

hit and run, and block,
got people
scared of skunk
alert the guards!
growth elixer
deadly fish
someone will do-take silver
hyena-don't look at me like that
notice he's dead?
robes of shame
surpriiise! scroll! too old a inn keeper
Quests: It's all about the Britches
RAGTHAR-great, please get me crawfish
cat with pants on

Now, I know what a couple of them are, for instance the Britches joke is going to be a poster-like drawing, but honestly, I have no idea what "RAGTHAR-great, please get me crawfish" or "cat with pants on" means whatsoever. I only barely remember what "robes of shame" was about.

-Back to work!

Editor's Note: I remember what "RAGTHAR-great, please get me crawfish" meant! I still don't know why I would draw a cat with pants on and why that would be humorous in my style.

See What She Did There?

  As I was sitting here taking a break from my Psych 242 (Research Methods) paper, I remembered this ridiculous email I received Friday night two weeks ago.

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  To give you some background to this paper, they spoon-fed it to us. Starting at week 5, we were required to pick a topic, but then had until the 7th week to change it. If you didn't mind losing what amounts to about two days of work (assignments are due Fridays in discussion, and of course most people do it Thursday night), you could change your topic later on. From there, each week we were given a new piece of the paper to write. At first it was the introduction. The next week, revise the introduction. Next, find two sources (yes, that is it). After that we spent a few weeks working on the body paragraphs about methods, procedures, and how we were going to get our participants. To her credit, we did move into statistics a bit last minute and it was basically a crash course, but if you were really lazy, you could just copy someone else's numbers. Oh yeah, did I mention it was all hypothetical and we share the same data and base our experiment around that?

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  [Somewhere in there the math is off by a couple of decimals because of rounding, or at least compared to the TA's results, but everyone was off by about +/- .2. If you really want to, go ahead and run those numbers again and see where it's wrong, I'd be interested to find out, but I can't imagine anyone wanting to run a bunch of random numbers for a hypothetical t-test (including the "researchers"!).]

  Basically if the girl who sent this email reads this blog, I've already done the data portion for her, easy peasy! Did I mention we started this at week 5? I suppose she only had about 8 weeks, not 15 as I said in the email (due Friday), but when I started working on the paper as a whole Tuesday the 19th, I just copy and pasted the different homework assignments together like some really boring Frankenstein.

2 am instead of actually writing my paper. Graw indeed.

  So do you see what she did there? Something really. really. really stupid.

 

 

Really really.

  But it's okay, because it was just a "spur of the moment joke with my friend after feeling stressed" even though "I'm not kidding". Because isn't that what we all do when we are stressed? Send a humorously-written email to 200 freaking people?

Or something like that.

Dungeons And Dragons

  I'm a gaming nerd. I'm sure that's no surprise, given the numerous Minecraft blogs. Well the summer going into senior year of high school, a few of my friends and I formed a band called The Flintlocks. It was awesome, and while we never went anywhere, I wrote this song that our singer refused to sing because it would ruin his street cred. That said, here it is.

There are cave bears (the furry beasts!),
but our wizard shall toast them, there shall be feasts!
he makes the most checks so we don't die,
and he's got a spell so we can fly!
he's chaotic evil and fire based.
he's one of the worst enemies you've ever faced.

We have a warrior; we call him a fighter,
we really wish he was a little brighter.
His intelligence is eight,
so he knows just enough to mate.

We have a bard, he likes to sing.
His inspiring words, he will fling!
We hit stronger, we hit harder,
When we're dead, our names they shall martyr!


We're playing Dungeons and Dragons,
Meetin’ hot chicks n’ drinking outta flagons.
We've fought goblins and we've fought kobolds
Leavin’ victorious, loaded with swords and gold!


Of course there's the ranger, the drunken lout.
He just strings his bow and shoots about.
He could never miss a single shot.
He can shoot a fly the size of a dot!

We acquired an avenger, what an odd guy.
He’s a royal assassin, so he's quite sly.
He’s mostly good for that one monster you can't hit.
But he's weak, so after every battle he'll have to sit.

We're playing Dungeons and Dragons,
Meetin’ hot chicks n’ drinking outta flagons.
We've fought goblins and we've fought kobolds
Leavin’ victorious, loaded with swords and gold!

We have a glorious warlord, he's really scary.
big and burly, and a wee bit hairy.
He's a tiefling, but he can be nice.
still don't mess with him or you'll pay the price.

A halfing rogue is last and least (just kidding).
daggers and knives are really quite fitting.
He jumps and twirls, dances and leaps,
the bodies stack up in nice neat heaps.

We're playing Dungeons and Dragons,
Meetin’ hot chicks n’ drinking outta flagons.
We've fought goblins and we've fought kobolds
Leavin’ victorious, loaded with swords and gold!

Of course then there's the dungeon master
he's everything from troll to caster.
he throws out the monsters for us to kill
even though we always die a little.

As a party we knock them about,
stick them in a bag of holding, drag them out!
Staves, swords, axes, lutes and knives,
Stand in our way, we shall take your lives!
Of course then there's the dungeon master
he's everything from troll to caster.
he throws out the monsters for us to kill
even though we always die a little.
he plans wars and he plans battles,
across the continent our fights will rattle!
There are steam punk engineers and a mage level thirty,
Jim Darkmagic has spells that are really quite hurty!
There are fire dragons and crazy guns,
soon we'll deal with emperors' sons!
Our team speaks almost every speech,
so there's no language in which we cannot preach!
Our heroes will arise to paragons, and even gods.
There's nothing we can't handle, we win by all odds!

This is No Joke

Ain't he cute?

  Happy April first! No, this is no joke, I have a...drawing...comic...thing. Yes, I strapped a baby to a kite, yes I tied said kite to a peg in the ground. Just to clarify, that is not a cross, it is a kite. Don't you think Christianity would be so much more interesting if Jesus was tied to a kite instead of being nailed to a cross though? I would think we would much more civil, and we'd say, "Go fly a kite!" instead of "Bless you!" I drew it during my psychology discussion, and surprisingly no one noticed what I was drawing. Future doctor here!

  Anyway, that's enough blasphemy for one day, enjoy the rest of the afternoon!