... that in the U.S. Supreme Court case Stoner v. California, Potter Stewart wrote that the police could not depend on their bud, a hotel clerk, to help smoke out a suspected robber?
Ah, Blood Bowl. Brilliant idea: imagine a far-flung future where orcs and elves and dwarfs, goblins and humans all co-exist, and someone in that future manages to unearth an ancient NFL rulebook, believing it to be a holy tome worshiping the ancient god Nuffle, and an even more barbaric interpretation of American football springs forth. It's nine kinds of ridiculous, and if you like gridiron micromanagement, well, all aboard.

So I've been trying to get my head around the new computerized version of Blood Bowl, and the AI is...pretty cunning. As in "not stupid." Unlike me. So after creating about five teams and watching them all get picked apart (occasionally literally), I opted to create a new team with players all named after medications -- called the team the Medicine Cabinet (team motto: "Use Only as Directed"), and I don't know what happened but suddenly we're 3-0, trouncing teams of humans, dwarfs and skaven -- our star player is, unsurprisingly, Lexapro. It's a little thrilling when that revelatory light goes off in your head the first time that the other team is more nimble, faster and more fragile -- they're going after the ball, so you don't need to score the touchdown, you just need to go after them. After winning two games we were able to afford buying better players, so we went from just having 11 linemen (your run-of-the-mill players) to adding a blitzer named Darvocet -- great guy, very powerful, but got sent off at halftime of the next game for fouling a dwarf in an attempt to turn him into tomato paste.

Also, Batman: Arkham Asylum is nine kinds of awesome, but chances are you knew that already. Not much I can add to that. Muffin especially likes being Batman.

Okay. Trivia afternoon ensues; details to follow.
sigma7: Sims (meds)
( Apr. 19th, 2009 08:46 pm)
"This Is Just To Say '09"

I have taken
the percocet
that were in
the medicine cabinet

and which
you were probably
for the weekend

Forgiv me
Okay, yet another horseman of the apocalypse comes striding forward: I actually have respect for Jenny McCarthy now. Obviously I've been hitting the Benadryl too hard....
There's nothing like forgetting your heart meds to make a Tuesday seem like a Thursday. Odds of me actually staying up for House tonight: slim. Gah. I used to hit 4, 5 am without blinking. I coulda been a contendah.

Anyway. 33 pics below.... )
From the New Yorker via Boing Boing: the Ambien Cookbook.

Icebox Mélange
Entire contents of refrigerator
1 Diet Snapple
5 mg. Ambien

Take Ambien, fall asleep.

Wait 2-3 hours, then sleepwalk to kitchen.

Devour everything in refrigerator (including all fancy mustards and jellies, iffy takeout leftovers, and plastic dial from thermostat).

Belch loud enough to wake wife or girlfriend. When she enters kitchen, bellow, “Can’t you see I’m working here?”

Fall asleep on kitchen floor.

After 4-5 more hours, wake up on subway, fully dressed from the waist up, drinking a Diet Snapple.
sigma7: Sims (meds)
( Sep. 16th, 2006 11:42 pm)
Okay, just one picspam, then a handful of Tylenol PM. (Just kidding. Only four.) 31 pics below.... )
Today just feels cosmically out-of-tune. Granted, my heart's been all askew the last few days, and this morning I'm quite dizzy and more than a little fatigued. Of course this would happen on 4/20, so I'm sure people are getting the wrong impression. But no, just coincidentally ill. Elvis is dead, Sinatra is dead, and me I feel also not so good.

The good news is tonight is kickin' it with [livejournal.com profile] erica_roo in celebration of her impending birfday. w00ts.

Two awesome words for you today: crepuscular and vespertine.

So. Very. Tired....
sigma7: Sims (WOWsquirl)
( Mar. 3rd, 2006 10:27 am)
The icon adequately reflects my state of mind and body today. I've had a full mug'o coffee, and for the first time in recent memory, I'm not the slightest hearty. I'm occasionally tired from running up and down stairs, and I'm occasionally breathing hard, but my heart is right back on track. Haven't felt this good in a long, long time.

[livejournal.com profile] beeform reminded me last night, though, that this is the first time I've had a really kinetic job, instead of being purely desk-bound. None of my other jobs -- well, all the way back to my DJing days -- required much travelling. Now I'm up, about, bouncing around...feels weird. Fantastic, yet weird.


Everything proceeds apace and on schedule, if not ahead. Life = güd.
sigma7: Sims (crazypills House)
( Feb. 28th, 2006 09:07 am)
...rendered visually here. God bless you, [livejournal.com profile] photo_squirrel.

In the choice between pain and illness, yesterday I chose pain. Today I take the meds and choose illness. At least it's different. Meh.

Also, the question you've always wondered but never asked: "Does Cleveland Police Logo Contain Image Of Pig?" There are a few groups of law enforcers I wouldn't deem worthy of pig-ness.

Also, how an eggplant looking like Geddy Lee starts the Rush Riots of '06. Snicker.
First the tornado sirens, then 12 hours later, snow. I like this place. It makes travelling difficult and picking out clothes a little challenging, but it's rarely boring.

Tonight's Monday Night Football is very very important to me. Not just because two of the NFL's best teams (Indy and Pittsburgh) are squaring off, but my fantasy team (in the NUFFLE league), the Manhattan Pretty Birds, are currently 16 points down against the undefeated Aircap Aviators. There may be no stopping the Avs in their quest for the championship, but I'll be more than content to give them a loss. That's all. Just a loss. Going into tonight, all the Avs have played, and the Pretty Birds only have one player in the game. Fortunately, that one player is Peyton Manning. To get sixteen points he'll need a good combo of touchdowns (6 pts) and/or passing yards (30 yds = 1 pt). So if he throws for, say, three touchdowns (not unheard of) or 480 yards (that may be a bit unrealistic) or a healthy combination (one TD and 300 yards), we're in good shape. Assuming he doesn't get picked, which'd eat into his point total. Fret.

In better/worse/different news, tomorrow I get some teeth torn off or something. I dunno. I know it's dentistry. I know I'm going to be out for it. I've got a Valium to take tonight and a...er, Triazolam for tomorrow morning. So watching football tonight will be...entertaining. (Oh, awesome wiki write-up on Triazolam: Questions exist about its safety because it has a fairly narrow therapeutic window. Also, some have suggested that it causes hallucinations, amnesia, paranoia and verbal and physical aggression. So it should go pretty much undetected in me, then.)


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