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Compatibility too…

Sexual compatibility now…

LJ-Cut again – only those who click may see

First things first…

Happy belated birthday to meiran. My calendar said your birthday was on the 27th… on the other hand, it also said you were born in 2080, so it obviously needed a bit of correcting.

Thanks to vond, jdunson, corin_wolfkin, and the Carilion crowd for showing up at Rain’s party, and thanks to yubbie for the cake on Saturday 🙂

It was a heck of a weekend – I got a little personal time in after work Thursday, but Thursday evening I drove some stuff over to Rain’s gaming venue, and finished the evening with dinner at the Tanglewood Macado’s… Friday I went from work, to bill-paying, to home to pack for Rain’s party, to Anne-Marie’s for the actual party *puff-puff, whew*.

Saturday, over to VTSFFC click-base day, where I discovered (by running demos) that the Shadowrun Duels system is fast-paced and fun, and does lend itself to use in actual RPG situations. OTOH, Benny and jdunson both found out a click-base truism: though two sides may be even in points, the side with more figures has a noticeable advantage.

Saturday night was dinner at the Blacksburg Macado’s, where we plotted to make everyone at nius‘ high school reunion jumpy and confused, and we discussed the details of wirelessly networking sex toys.

Sunday, I had a little personal time, but it got divided between a long-distance phone call, laundry and dishes, and installing MacOS 6 on my G4. (Really – and I had a good reason.) After that, dinner with rattrap, corin_wolfkin, and Rockbender. Back home, to a couple hours of private time with the lovely raininva, and finally to bed.

And after all that – I couldn’t sleep last night!

My first poll

While assembling my new Chobits “Chii” figurine for my monitor top, I realized that the figure can be assembled without her skirt, leaving her standing underneath an umbrella in the rain in just her sailor shirt and panties. With a pleased look on her face, for that matter. With that in mind, here’s a poll:

Technicon prep underway

Gonna be a busy night tonight and tomorrow night – lots to do before Technicon. Last night, raininva and I assigned stats to all the Badge Wars characters, so progress is being made on that front.

  • Run more laundry tonight.
  • Rain and I need to make sure that the BattleBots are ready and that we have good batteries for them.
  • Burn a CD for Dwight (with the dance cuts he wanted).
  • Contact trenn to see if he has duplicates of the last two XXXenophile cards I need for a complete set. Offer trades.
  • Build actual badges for all Badge Wars characters and enter assigned stats.
  • Design Badge Wars rules cards.
  • Rebuild my Junkyard Geeks video-capture system to get badge photos for several characters. Still not sure what I’m going to do for art for a few characters such as The Vile One.

That’s everything I can think of off the top of my head, though I’m sure there’s more.

Internet perils

elfie.org has been off the web since Sunday morning… no e-mail for me… no way to feel the love. 🙁

On the other hand, I got a chuckle from this month’s Sabrina Online strips… only here can you have a porn star trying to explain sex to a 9″ tall Transformers robot.

I feel that I should post something a lot more deep and meaningful here, since I haven’t posted in days and days… but nothing’s coming to me just now.

Continuing my thoughts from yesterday…

An unscientific poll seems to indicate that, not only are geeks having more sex, it’s often pretty kinky. I guess that’s not a great surprise when you combine the sterotypical geek willingness to embrace new ideas and desire to avoid conformity. (Or sometimes beat conformity over the head with a baseball bat.)

Kinky is, of course, a relative term, but since the only part of sex necessary for the species’ survival is the act itself, I find it interesting that our brains are wired in such a way as to make all these variations so enticing. I gues that, in the long run, it encourages even more sex, which is what our DNA wants from us. I can just hear the Great Designers now…

“We’ve come up with this great advantage, better even than claws or wings. We call it ‘intelligence’, and with it, this species should be running the planet soon.”

“What’s the downside?”

“Well, now they’ll have things to do besides eating, sleeping, and making copies of themselves; it might slow the program down a bit.”

“All right… you can try this ‘intelligence’ thing… but make sure you tweak their circuitry so they’re still fixated on food, sleep, and sex. Otherwise we’ll never get this project done.”

Recent exchanges in nius‘ LiveJournal got me thinking… healerkou recently told her mom that “Geeks don’t have sex.” This isn’t really true – it is the popular stereotype, and it may be true that geeks find sex less readily available, but that’s changing. And, like so much else at the beginning of the 21st century, we can connect it right to that dang Internet.

Short history of the geek-sex evolution of the Internet:

1) Government-sponsored geeks build a network to talk about nuclear explosions. 2) Those geeks, while talking about nuclear reactions, digress into astronomy.
3) Those geeks, while talking about astronomy, digress into Star Trek.
4) Those geeks, while talking about Star Trek, digress into things they’d like to do with the half-naked aliens on the show.
5) … which leads to Internet porn archives.
6) … which leads to the discovery that the geeks can make money selling porn site subscriptions to non-geeks.
7) … which leads to horny geeks meeting each other on porn sites and *doing* something about it.

Of course, this wouldn’t work were it not for the fact that intelligent women everywhere are discovering this subculture in which they can make as much money as the males, and simply by agreeing to roll a few d20s once a week, they can have intelligent men with paying jobs lined up at their doors.

It’s a rosy future, with hope for us all… assuming the non-geeks don’t catch on that we are finally having sex without them, and blow up the planet in spite.

Sometimes, there’s no doubt about to which section of society a person belongs.

When one of the greatest thrills that person’s had lately (outside the bedroom) is the detection and crushing of a month-long bug in old database code, there is absolutely no doubt.

(but, I found it, and I fixed it, and now everyone in my office has to bow down before my superior intellect. so there.)

The following web test I took contains speculation on my sexual habits which may or may not be accurate. So I’m figuring that’s a really good way to get people to click on the link.

speaks for itself:

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