geekgurls, if you luvs your geekbois, and want to do a little dress-up for him, check this out.
(possibly NSFW – no nudity, but very suggestive all the same.)
February 12, 2009
February 11, 2009
yea, verily, i say unto thee – “THIS!”
I don’t think I really need to say anything else here.
EDIT: Apparently, I do. Because some people don’t Get It.
I’m sorry if you don’t understand it, and actually feel sorry for you because you lack the capacity to look beyond yourself and the things YOU cherish, and embrace the universe that is. I’m sorry you can’t stomach that *gasp* Calvin could mature – though, really, it’s Calvin… he was already pretty damned mature for a six-year-old.
Nothing is static in this life. Sacred cows make the best hamburgers. All things grow, and change, and we adults are supposed to pass on the important lessons we’ve learned to our progeny, in order to help them do even better than we did.
I didn’t create this image… but I wish I had. Because it depicts, in metaphor, something that I’ve done literally with my own daughter. I gave her my own stuffed tiger and watched as it came to life for her, just as it had for me. I hope, in due course, she will pass the torch to her kids.
I taught her to read using Calvin and Hobbes. She’s learned to think critically and creatively because of C&H. We’ve made the Snowmen of Horrors (though, we’re in Florida, so they’re really Sandmen of Horrors). Great epic battles have taken place with dinosaurs flying fighter jets, and Spaceman Spiff has met his match in a blonde-and-blue pixie who takes great delight in teasing him for his taste in spacesuits.
Within the pages of the many books of collected strips, I’ve shown her important life lessons – including the one that most people miss: Of all the assets you have in this life, your imagination is the only thing without limits. Well… some people’s imaginations, at any rate.
And, my favorite lesson is one she pointed out to me: If someone DOES try to limit you, they do so at their own peril, for a tiger’s vengeance is legendary.
So… don’t limit those of us who want to give our children the best of what we’ve had ourselves. There’s plenty of us who DO like the image and what it represents. If you don’t like the image, move on.
There’s a great big Internet out there.
Let’s go exploring.
February 2, 2009
rainy days and automatic weapon fire…
…always bring me down.
Not much to say other than random flashes of thought from the past few days.
* Nothing is quite as frustrating as knowing there’s nothing you can do to improve a situation of your own creation.
* Things have taken a turn for the weird in the weekly D&D extravaganza. One of the party has been captured, and when I attempted to disrupt the capture, the GM exercised fiat for the first time ever and said it failed. He has Plans, I’m sure, but what, I cannot guess. Sucks slightly, though, because it’s Miss Kidd’s character what got captured (though not by any action on her part… it was DM’s wife’s week to run the fighter due to an appalling lack of Miss Kidd presence). Stupid half-elf. Never, ever split the party.
* I wander around outside the Fun Factory while I’m out on my carcinogen absorption breaks. The Fun Factory is located next to a very busy road, so I frequently find roadside detritus, with which I amuse myself by trying to figure out how it could have gotten there. Usually, I’m successful in at least constructing a plausible story. This morning’s find, though, defies all attempts at logic. What was said discovery? The flavor packet out of a pack of ramen. What could someone be doing, opening ramen at 35-50mph — and deliberately tossing the only thing that makes ramen edible in the first place — out a window? I cannot actually contrive a situation where that would make sense to anyone, regardless of actual intellectual capacity.
* Between the Pittsburgh win and a few other occurences, I hereby move that February first, 2009 never actually happened.
* The more I have to deal with the virus infection that managed to breach our supposedly tight internal security, the more I think a death penalty for creating and unleashing malicious code is a good idea. I’m thinking of a bounty system, really.
* The more I look into our supposedly tight internal security, the more it becomes apparent that we got hit mostly because someone was lazy and didn’t let their inner paranoia guide them in configuring said defenses. Not scanning files on access, only on modification? Kinda like having sex with a cheesecloth condom.