The Open Thread Returns
 

For whatever's on your mind.

I figure we could do with one of these.

Okay seriously I don't know how it is that Scott of Fanboys comes up with this stuff, but between a Seinfeld/DND crossover, Team Fortress Classic/Winnie The Pooh, and the goddamn amazing work that was the Boo Infestation, I really have come to think he's one of those savants in the comic industry.

I work at a grocery store. It's tagline is "Family Owned". This apparently means that average customers think they are somehow going to be treated special. I swear to god the next person whom opens up a complaint with "I've been coming here for (number) years..." gets it in the fucking face.

Tomorrow (or today, depending on how you look at it) I go to the doorstep of my friend's comic book shop and I camp the spawn of the sexy DND 4e boxset. I am the nerdiest person alive.

Planet-eating god-beings are awesome. See: Unicron, Galactus, and Kirby.

Planet-eating god beings are terrible! They'll eat us and destroy us because they have the munchies! How can you condone that?

Research is the most frustrating thing ever. My machines which are cannibalised out of about 20 different machines, all very old and scrapped today, breaks in a new way every day. I never have the same problem twice however. It's totally bizarre. How can there be new problems every day?

Actually, I find the research itself to be the best part of the process. It has its rewards, which is more than I can say for the associated papers. Each one makes me wish for an end to the oppressive suck that is the foundation of APA style.

Focaccia bread is pretty much awesome, though.

I don't even do papers anymore. My entire life is a never ending swirl of broken machines, nonsensicle results and mysterious ions that I can't account for!

If Scott does another LARP/RP/Sexy Party comic re-do I will stab him in the facesticles.

Rayne is still my hero/mentor/rolemodel/godthing.

Mall-jobs at the end of my teenage years are depressing, especially given that I'm currently in single-teenage-manwhore status right now. I find half of any given day my mind is preoccupied with the exact though of "oh you're kinda cu-jailbait. Damnit."

If you leave Bourbon in a plastic bottle is tastes more and more like what I would expect from Midnight Hobo of questionablecontent. After only two weeks or so I can taste the despair in it's murky, delicious depths. Despair is not delicious. The rest of it is. Or was, at any rate.

Wizards of the Coast just nearly destroyed my interest in a game I had been playing since roughly fourth grade, around a decade ago. I hate them with such fiery burning passion tha- Oh, hey, you're kinda cu-jailbait-nowait!

Brbz. Manwhoring needs attending to.

I've only had two jobs, and they're both technically the same job. I was a guitar teacher at a store, and now I'm freelance. The only difference? I love freelance. I hated the store.

Not actually working there, that was fucking awesome. But when you work in a store, you can get fired and lose all your students, so you have to be nice to every single fucking dumbass customer and student, even when they openly tell you they think they're better than you.

Example:
I had a kid come in with whom I assume was his grandma, scream at her until she signed him up for lessons a month in advance. Meaning that I had to keep his spot on my schedule open for four weeks. Then, on the day of his first lesson, his mom came in with him, and yelled at me because she thought I was too young to teach her son, and there was no way in hell I was a better musician than him.

Now that I'm freelance, I get to tell people like that to take their business elsewhere.

Making a Lightsaber replica is hard.

However, thinking on a system that would make 2 Lightsaber replicas "spark" as they clash, is [i]unnecessary hard[/b] albeit, really cool...

Finding a job is REALLY hard

writing a serious book is fucking hard

Play the 3rd chapter of Fire Emble on Wii it's just too much "hard" on my face

Also, having to shave everyday because my body is so freaking manly it keeps pouring hair out is not really hard.... just god damn annoying!

Not exactly what you want, but I guess you could use the same mechanism as in lighters.
A sparkstone (ARGH! Can't think of the English word for it) and a trigger.
Pull the trigger as both of you strike and see sparks.

Figuring out how to make that mechanism and getting the sparks to the point of clashing is not my problem though. >_>


Also, we need some fans or other form of airconditioning at my job.
Flat roof and burning sun = energy draining heat at first and second "floor". @_@

Assuming you're talking about flint, seeing replica lightsabers light on fire in the middle of a duel would make my day.

Bellsouth Minion's avatar is mesmerising. It reminds me of the Bounce Bounce Revolution one.