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Dr.Bedlam last won the day on April 16 2017

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    Miniatures painting and modifications, general gaming, psychology, education, medieval metaphysics. My greatest joy in life is knowing that somewhere out there, I have made someone snark their drink all over the monitor.

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  1. Don't ask me anything. Tell me something.

    I spent YEARS, back in the eighties, hunting for a copy of this movie, The Intruder, aka Shame! Still have a copy on VHS. Now it's available in full length, uncut, on YouTube. It's one of the more disturbing movies I've ever seen. Yet, I think it should be seen. William Shatner, of all people, plays a fellow who comes to a small Southern town to speak out against integration, in the early sixties. He's a sort of racist agitator. Many N-words are hurled around. But that's not the part I found disturbing. Apparently, they shot this film on location, and had many townspeople as extras and in small roles. And they thought Shatner was the hero of the movie. At least, until filming was almost done, and the local cops caught on... and ran the film crew out of town. But the versimilitude of the location filming and real people doing real things makes the casual racism and kneejerk ugliness downright horrifying to modern audiences. It seems downright surreal now. Corman was sure he'd made a winner... but it tanked, since releasing it in the middle of the civil rights movement didn't exactly make it entertainment. Look it up on YouTube for an education, if not actual entertainment.
  2. Inarah converts clix

    Nice detailing. It's more than I would have bothered with for NPC types... or are these PCs?
  3. Robotech RPG Tactics - Palladium

    Ahhhh. It becomes clear.
  4. Don't ask me anything. Tell me something.

    Pegazus, I could have lived the entire rest of my life in contentment without that image invading my brain. In other news, Thomas Edison did not invent photography, nor did he invent the motion picture, but he did enough tinkering with them that he was granted various patents on the machinery. Regrettably, he did not care for anyone else making motion pictures, and moved against rival moviemakers, both legally and otherwise, sometimes with lawyers, and sometimes with armed thugs. This is why a great many moviemakers relocated as far from New Jersey as they could while still being in America: Los Angeles, California, a place known for its warm climate and extremely sunny clear weather, a thing of great value when one considers that the stage lighting of the time was seldom up to the needs of motion picture making of the time. At least one studio literally built a soundstage with a glass roof for lighting purposes, AND mounted the entire building on a turntable, so's to take best advantage of the daylight at any time of the day. (Edison had a similar building, the Black Maria, he called it, but New Jersey's climate wasn't as salubrious as LA's for moviemaking). Edison didn't like this, but sending thugs to California wasn't cost effective. He did send lawyers, though, and is known to have sued Carl Laemmle more than two hundred times. Laemmle was the founder of Universal Studios. The wildcat filmmakers, however, were numerous and distant enough that Edison couldn't stop them all. He did manage to crush his competitors on the East Coast, but California was a distant place and different culture. And that's why Hollywood remains in California, while the East Coast film industry is largely nonexistent (or was until the dawn of television). (Edison's Black Maria film studio. A replica stands there in New Jersey today.)
  5. Robotech RPG Tactics - Palladium

    I know that Harmony Gold USA holds the licensing rights to Robotech in the US, and that Palladium managed to work a deal with Harmony Gold, which is why they could publish Robotech stuff. Harmony Gold is remarkably prickly about ANYBODY using ANYTHING from Robotech, Macross, Southern Cross, or Genesis Climber Mospeada. They even attacked FASA for using licensed mech designs from Macross for the first generation of their Battletech game (which also got hit by Lucasfilms for using the name Battledroids; it's a wonder THAT game got off the ground at all...) Wonder if Harmony Gold has any ideas for how to license and/or monetize the property for gaming purposes?
  6. Don't ask me anything. Tell me something.

    That brings to mind the works of Terry Pratchett. In one of his Discworld novels, he talks about how when the Ankhians began exploring the world, they found out the names of various animals, places, and topographical features by seizing a native, shaking him roughly, and shouting at him in a language he might or might not understand, "WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT THING? THAT THING THERE? SEE? WHAT IS IT CALLED?" And this is how various animals, places, and topographical features' names got written down and registered in Ankh-Morpork. Only later was it found that a great many animals, places, and topographical features now had names which translated as things like "Your finger, you fool," and "Who is this idiot who does not know what a mountain is?" I thought this was a very funny thing. I miss Terry Pratchett. Only later did I hear the story about the English explorer who was escorted through the Florida everglades by Spanish soldiers, making biological observations and writing them down for report to the English gentry. This was in a time when the British heard about "cotton," understood it as "like wool, but vegetable rather than animal," and promptly began imagining a sort of tree that grew sheep instead of fruit. No, I'm not kidding. Google "vegetable lamb" if you don't believe me. Anyway, at one point, the Brit saw this enormous swamp reptile sunning itself on a log. He goggled, and asked his translator, "What in all that's holy is THAT thing?" The translator grinned; the giant reptiles often had that effect on out of towners. "Ah, senor, we call that one el lagarto." (Ah, sir, we call that one the lizard.) The Brit promptly sketched the dinosaurian horror, and labeled the page Allagarto. Over time, the English word for this particular beastie lingual drifted ... into alligator. Which made me wonder if the Spaniards were just used to gigantic man eating lizards, or if that particular translator was pulling the Brit's leg by implying that a six foot fanged lizard was no big deal...
  7. Don't ask me anything. Tell me something.

    If so, he was a better boss than most I've known.
  8. Gaslands terrain

    I'd give a lot to find motorcycles in ... what, 20mm? Been playing with this game myself.
  9. Don't ask me anything. Tell me something.

    Once upon a time, Warner Bros. was a movie studio, and they had an animation department. It was a very good animation department, producing cartoons with Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig, and many other beloved characters. One day, an animator got an idea for a lunatic duck character, so he got with the lead animator and some writers, and they created a wacky, chaotic, frenetic character and called him Daffy Duck. They began work on Daffy's first theatrical short. A script came together, and the animators began doing roughs. It came together. Towards the end of final animation, they had the orchestra produce the final music, and got Mel Blanc to come do voice work. Warner LOVED Mel Blanc, because while he didn't work cheap, if you had Mel, you didn't really need much of anybody ELSE; Mel could do it all. The morning he came to read the script for Daffy Duck, Mel stopped and spoke to Leon Schlesinger, the chief admin for the animation studio at the time, signed off on the payment paperwork, and headed for the studio to record Daffy's dialogue. "All right," he said. "What kind of a voice does Daffy have? What does he sound like? Do you have any sort of accent in mind?" "Well, he's a fast talker," said the lead animator. "Aside from that, and the "woo hoo, woo hoo, woo hoo," we didn't really have anything specific in mind. Go nuts." And Mel did. He decided that Daffy had an enthusiastic tendency to jabber, and a rather thick lisp and tendency to spit while pronouncing his fricatives. "You're ... DETHHHPICABLE!" The animators LOVED it, and so Blanc hammed it up and recorded all the dialogue, collected his check, and left. The sound man edited everything into shape, and synched up the music, sound, dialogue, and film. Finally, the finished product was ready to roll in the studio's tiny theatre. The animators and writers screened the cartoon, and agreed that it was very funny, and was exactly what they were aiming for... although a nagging feeling bothered the lead animator. Durnit, Daffy's voice was familiar. Where had he heard that speech pattern before? A studio page poked his head into the theatre, halfway through the screening. "Mr. Schlesinger's on his way. He wants to see the new cartoon." The lead animator's stomach plummeted about fifty floors. Leon Schlesinger. THAT was who talked with that jabbering lisp. Leon Schlesinger. Their boss. The chief of the animation department. The ultraboss and liason to the actual movie studio. Signer of checks and giver of orders. Ohhhh, &#$%. And there was no time to change or fix anything. He was on his way NOW. And Schlesinger walked in, ordered the film rewound, and sat down with cigar and clipboard, and the cartoon began again. Mentally, everyone else in the room began composing their resignation letters or pondering how to beg for their jobs, and at least one was plotting how to murder Mel Blanc. And for the length of a cartoon, no one laughed. Nothing was heard that wasn't on the soundtrack. Not a sound. And then the cartoon ended, and the lights came up. No one said anything. No one moved. No one breathed. And Leon Schlesinger said, "Well, that'th thum good thtuff, there, boyth. I think that'th a winner. I wrote down thum noteth, here, but I like how motht of it played out, and I think we can have thith one in the can before Friday, no thweat." And after a pause, he added, "And that voith wath hilariouth. Where'd you get that voith?" Dead silence. "Ah, it was something Mel came up with during recording," said the lead animator. "Good ole Mel. Worth every penny we pay him!" commented Schlesinger, as he left the theatre. Mel Blanc later recounted that he thought he'd come up with the voice out of nowhere; he realized later that he'd been doing an imitation of Schlesinger without even realizing it... and now he had to keep DOING it, lest Schlesinger wonder why Mel wasn't doing the funny duck voice any more. To the day he died, no one ever found the courage to tell Schlesinger that his voice had unconsciously been hung on an insane cartoon duck.
  10. Bones you dont like to see

    I don't like stuff I don't like. Therefore, everyone should quit buying stuff I don't like, so that the manufacturers will quit making it, and shift full time production to stuff I like. At as little expense as possible. Free, actually; that would bring about maximum happiness for everyone. Well, me, anyway. That being said, if Reaper can make cheap figures that people will buy, and thereby profit and make more stuff, then ultimately, we (and therefore I) benefit, as well. And ultimately, to address the OP, I can't really think of any Bones that should be eradicated for the good of humanity. I can think of some I don't want to buy, but I hardly expect ANYONE to stick entirely to MY want list...
  11. Randomness XIII: Cognitive Dissonance While You Wait

    Hm. That IS random. The Elfquest minis are from two different sets, Personalities and Journey To Sorrow's End, and at least one of the others is from a Ral Partha undead boxed set I had when I was a keed...
  12. Randomness XIII: Cognitive Dissonance While You Wait

    I have that book. The recipes are surprisingly good. Strongly recommended are the Klingon onion pie, Chekov's piroshki (but use Walter Koenig's recipe), and Sulu''s pickled mushrooms. The Drunken Seafood is great, but rather hasslesome for prep and cleanup, and their Plomeek Soup is probably the best I've tried out of a number of recipes at conventions and online over the years.
  13. Don't ask me anything. Tell me something.

    "Es la Veinte" is a Spanish idiom. It translates literally as "It is twenty o'clock," and it means "it's later than you think it is." "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts" is an English idiom. It means "be suspicious of unsolicited gifts or goodies." It refers to the story of the Trojan Horse, and how a gift from the Greeks led to the fall of Troy. "No bebas chocolate de Chiapas" is a Spanish idiom, and means essentially the same thing. It means "don't drink cocoa from Chiapas." At one point after the Spanish conquest of Mexico, the bishop of Chiapas got into a bit of a kerfuffle with society ladies who attended his church. They'd sit in the balcony and chatter and drink chocolate, attended by their servants, and making a general clatter and ruckus during Mass with their silver tea sets, gossip, and general attitude. The bishop felt this was impious and wrong, and wound up getting into a running feud with one of these society ladies in particular, finally banning them from the chapel altogether. Shortly thereafter, a written apology arrived for the bishop, along with a quantity of a special blend of cocoa. The delighted bishop lifted the ban, and had his servant brew up the chocolate, which he drank before bed. He woke up the next morning with a bad case of dead. And the society ladies promptly began using the church balcony for their society gatherings slash cocoa parties during services again. No bebas chocolate de Chiapas, si sabes lo que es bueno para ti.* *Don't drink Chiapas cocoa if you know what's good for you.
  14. Don't ask me anything. Tell me something.

    Wonder Girl has some of the screwiest continuity of any comic book character... at least partly because the writers couldn't remember, at first, whether her stories were "the adventures of Wonder Woman when she was a teenage girl" or "the adventures of a teenage girl who's from the same gang of amazons as Wonder Woman." Stories waffled back and forth periodically, and got even more confused when Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl appeared together. Eventually, they got continuity cops and nailed down that Wonder Girl was a baby that Wonder Woman rescued and who was raised among the Amazons before returning to Man's World to become a teen superhero. And then the Crisis on Infinite Earths happened, and screwed everything up beyond recognition. The only superhero who got it worse was Hawkman.
  15. Randomness XIII: Cognitive Dissonance While You Wait