David Raynes

Fellow Baltimore blogger, DaBrettman has a less than usual perspective on Gmail and what seems to be the standard blogger practice of giving away Gmail invites to whomever wants them:

I have a new policy. If you send me an e-mail from anything other than a @gmail.com address you're getting a gmail invite. I'm sick of seeing the link to give away invites and I'm tired of the google people moving the link all of the screen in order to make sure I see it and get rid of the invites. Those people must not know that the only people without gmail accounts these days are those who are adamantly opposed to them and homeless people without access to computers. And I bet even a fair percentage of bums have gmail accounts. And crackheads too.

Personally, I horde my invites. I like to see how many can get without handing them off to any ramdom electronic passersby. I have only given them to people I know, from work or family, or friends, who either know I have them and have asked, or to whom I have wanted to give one just because I felt like it.

So, let it be known. I have Gmail invites, but I am not giving them to you. Unless, of course, you would be willing to pay for all the infertility treatments we are going through right now. Then we can talk about one, or maybe two if I am feeling generous.

As part of our anniversary weekend (our first wedding anniversary is Monday), we are going to try to catch Mitch Hedberg tonight in Baltimore. I say try because, last I heard, Jenn was at home and not feeling too well. We still should be able to make it out tonight though.

Anyways, it would not be the first time we have seen him live; we saw Mitch at the Improv about a year and a half ago. It was our first time there.

I am hoping that his latest CD is for sale after the show tonight, if for no other reason than I still need to find a birthday present for Jenn. :)

Last night we made it out to see Lewis Black at the Baltimore Improv .

An angrier man, I have yet to see. :)

One thing though. As I am sure you are all aware, at every comedy show, there must be at least one cackler. Last night's cackler was two tables over from us. Jenn was about ready to get up out of her seat and go over to the cackler and "inform" her of how loud she was being.

Other than that, we had a blast. And after looking at the upcoming schedule there, I have a feeling we will be back a number of times in the next couple months.

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As seen on Neil's World

Certainly an interesting outcome. It's no pygmy marmoset, but it's not bad either. :)

As seen on the Nmap Hackers list today from the author of Nmap :

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Like almost any self-respecting geek, I bought tickets to 'Matrix:
Reloaded' several weeks back (no spoilers, I promise). After all, who
can resist the combination of philosophical mind games and Trinity
(Carrie-Anne Moss) in that tight leather bodysuit?

So after waiting an hour in a line snaking out of the theatre to the
parking lot, I finally got in to my 10pm Wednesday showing. All was
going well until Trinity needed to do some hacking. Oh, no! I was
sure we'd see a silly "Hackers"-esque 3D animated "hacking scene".
Not so! Trinity is as smart as she is seductive! She whips out
Nmap (!!!), scans her target, finds 22/tcp open, and proceeds with an
über ssh technique! I was so surprised, I almost jumped out of my
seat and did the "r00t dance" right there in the theatre!

There can be only one explanation: Carie-Anne has the hots for me!

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I'm not sure how to qualify that one. Does that count as product placement? :)

Woo hoo! The new issue of Knights of the Dinner Table is here. So far, I've actually received issues 70, 73, and 74. Seems 71 and 72 must have gotten lost in the move somewhere.

Seems that Dec. 26th is now the first annual Blogger Snowball Fight.

Watch your backs. ;-)

I caught this on Chaosium's Cthluhu mailing list this morning, and I just had to share it with the rest of the world.

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the train Not a creature was stirring, save Blackadder in pain. The shotguns were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Cthulhu soon would be there. The investigators were nestled all snug in their bunks, Arm, chest and leg packed away safely in trunks. And Betty in her kerchief, and Higgins in his cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap - When out in the lounge there arose such a clatter We all sprang from our beds to see what was the matter. Reggie tripped over Baldrick with his usual panache, Tommy fell onto William who threw up in the trash. Blackadder burst into the room and started to shout, fell over the trunk and knocked himself out. When what sight to our wondering eyes should bring but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny squidling. With a cephalapod driver so slimey and blue, we knew in a moment it must be Cthulhu! More rapid than Elders his spawn as they came, and he squealed and screeched and called them by name. "Now, Basher! now, Rancid! now, Cancer and Xixen! On, Vomit! on, Putrid! on, Spawner and Blitzen! - To the end of the train, spread your horror and fright, do it quickly and well or no manflesh tonight!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, So down to the train the squidlings they oozed, With a sleigh full of Deep Ones - all part of the ruse. And then, in a twinkling, as we witnessed this spectacle, we heard the slithering and sucking of each tiny tentacle. As Blackadder sat up and William gave a huge belch Down the chimney Cthulhu came with a squelch: He was covered all in slime in his eye an evil wink, And his tentacles all covered with ashes and ink. A bundle of lawn gnomes he had flung on his back, And he looked like Hell's Peddler just opening his sack. His scales, how they glistened! his eyes, how merry! His cheeks were all rotten his nose grey and hairy; His cavernous mouth was draw up like a bow, and the blood on his chin had an unholy glow. The stump of a leg he held tight in his teeth, And the blood, it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a big moldy belly That shook, when he laughed, like a boat full of jelly. He was laughing and screeching - a right jolly old squid: And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my dread; A wink of an eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know we might soon all be dead. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings with the Lad, Lass and Turk. Then, curling a tentacle around Baldrick's nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He metamorphed in his sleigh, to his spawn gave a shriek, And away they all went with an ungodly reek. But I heard him exclaim, ere they oozed out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Cannibals, Rednecks and Transgendered Astronauts

Night Of The Caped Cadavers and Sugar-Coated Sacraments.

My apologies for not posting these sooner. I've been pretty busy lately.

Never Leave Your Nads Behind and Death By Thumbs.

Enjoy!

First of all, thanks to peternever, I've discovered this hilarious site: Eric Conveys an Emotion

And thanks to David at work, I've been looking through Resumania

We went into Baltimore tonight to see Mitch Hedberg at the Improv. We had a blast. I tried a couple different ($7.50 each though!) martinis. We snagged his CD on our way out and listened to it on our way home. Good stuff. :)

Ab3 on RPG.net's forums :What Do You Mean You Lost My Wife's Kidney?

Monty Python Mishaps In The Deepest Pit Of Homebrew Hell

You know, I may have to go ahead and add some of the lines from his stories to my Game Quote list.

Achy Breaky Mythos

I stumbled across the following threads on RPG.net's forums today. I don't think I've ever read anything funnier.

• A Night At The Inn, A Day At The Racists
• The God Trip
• The day I killed the entire party before the first combat encounter...