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The Arc of Conflict, Edda 16: Antarctica, in the Wastes
[13 Oct 2019|06:16pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

Katya Volskaya's government in Russia has destroyed the omnium Koschei, and held their own against the Gods of Oasis. With no point to additional fighting, the overt war has paused. But covertly, the conflict carries on. The gods, after all, still have a plan, and will do what is needed - one way, or another.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict
Edda 16: Antarctica, in the Wastes

solarbird and bzarcher

Zarya has come to Antarctica, not entirely knowing why, but desperate for answers to fundamental questions.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict is a continuance of The Arc of Ascension, The Arc of Creation, and The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow the story as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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Pat Robertson Warns: Trump Will “Lose The Mandate Of Heaven” If He Betrays Our Allies In Syria
[07 Oct 2019|03:23pm]

[ mood | revolted ]


I mean, yes. Do not misunderstand. 45 is betraying allies and handing them to a dictator for slaughter. Straight up. That's not new, but it's particularly stark, and anybody who trusts the US as an ally at this point is either desperate enough to have no choice, or a fucking fool. (The Kurds are the former. They've been through this shit a lot, and probably had a timer set.)

But losing the mandate of heaven?! The fucking mandate of heaven, Robertson? Fucking really?

I can't even figure out which revolts me more. Speaking for god or invoking a classical justification to support absolute Imperial rule in China. I really can't. The fact that this decrepit fuckface hasn't been struck by lightning is pretty much proof there is no god, and the fact that the fundamentalist movement still swallows this horseshit by the mouthful - choking it down with a smile as fast as he can spit it out - proves yet again that there's not one. single. shred. of sincerity in anything they do or think except in their absolute lust for power and sadism towards their chosen hated ones.

Some years ago, at an anti-marriage-rights rally I was protesting outside, one of them stopped with his little cadre of fellow-travellers, and started screaming at us, "IT'S NOT FEAR, IT'S CONTEMPT!" over and over again. It was probably the one and only true thing said by a fundamentalist that day, a rare moment of honesty from an intellectually bankrupt hate-movement-cum-death cult, and at this point, all I can say is...

...right back atcha, Chet. Right back atcha.


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holy god email
[03 Oct 2019|02:31pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

i've been involved in an archiving project that involves reclaiming email messages from the 1990s

it's involved lot of new c code

because it has had to

but if there is anything i know how to do in code it's rebuild clusterfucked email storage into something usable

and i just have to say

now that i have over 15,000 reclaimed messages from a collection of formats

(microsoft mail mmf, early-outlook pst, microsoft exchange client pst, amigauucp, xenix mtp, BITNET (in all caps because BITNET), early internet where nobody seemed to understand rfc-822 and i'm not just looking at you microsoft but i am looking at you microsoft, several thousand messages where the storage solution was apparently "select a bunch of messages and save as text file with an assortment of different line endings (dos/windows and amiga/linux/unix)" and more)

all sitting nicely in imap folders

all i can say is

holy FUCK email was a nightmare in the 1990s.

holy fuck.

how did anyone use this etc.

i mean

fuck.

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The Arc of Conflict, Fragment e15,2: The woman with with a hint of fire in her eyes
[29 Sep 2019|06:10pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

Katya Volskaya's government in Russia has destroyed the omnium Koschei, and held their own against the Gods of Oasis. With no point to additional fighting, the overt war has paused. But covertly, the conflict carries on. The gods, after all, still have a plan, and will do what is needed - one way, or another.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict
The Arc of Conflict, Fragment e15,1: The woman with a hint of fire in her eyes

solarbird and bzarcher

Zarya has made her way further south, heading towards the southernmost parts of South America, where she will eventually catch transport to Antarctica. She has discovered that the world away from Russia is already changing more than she knew - but she is not the only one who has started to notice.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict is a continuance of The Arc of Ascension, The Arc of Creation, and The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow the story as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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Alice in Blibbetland
[14 Sep 2019|03:32pm]

[ mood | silly ]

I'm consolidating old CD archives for long-term on M-disc BDRs and came across a few bits of nonsense, including this one.

ALICE in Blibbetland

"Where am I?" asked Alice, as she peered at the large 9-lettered sign with the standard gray letters.

"You're in Blibbetland," replied the security guard, "Where is your CardKey?"

"I don't have a CardKey."

"Did you lose it?"

"No." answered Alice in a puzzled tone. "How could I lose something I never had?"

"If it's not lost then you must show it to me."

"I can't. I don't have one."

"Then you'll have to have a temporary."

"A temporary what?" asked Alice, more confused then ever.

"A temporary CardKey. What's your email name?" requested the guard.

"I don't have one"

"Of course not, you forgot it. What is your department?"

"I'm so confused. I can't do this."

"Here's your temporary. Go right on in."

Alice took the plastic card and started walking down the hall. Not 10 feet ahead she saw a rather distressed looking rabbit coming toward her. He was dressed in a pair of torn, faded shorts, and a dirty tee shirt.

"What's wrong?" Alice asked.

"I'm late! I'm late!" exclaimed the rabbit as he peered at the pert chart dangling from his pocket protector.

"Late for what?" asked Alice.

"My date. I'm going to miss my date. I've got a deadline to meet and I'm not going to make it."

"Well, if it's already dead, it probably won't mind. In fact it isn't likely to be going too far in such a state. I'm sure that however long you take will be just fine."

"You obviously don't understand. Everything takes longer than it really does. It doesn't matter what you are doing, only that you meet your date, and that's always impossible."

"Well if its impossible, why would anyone expect you to meet it?"

Almost at once regretting that she had asked. Was this was going to be as confusing as CardKeys?

"Its really very simple. In order to move forward, you need a goal. Any goal will do. It just has to be impossible to do. To motivate the troops, you have to make goals very challenging. It's really only there to get a stake in the ground, you know. After that we march in step until we reach our objective. The date really doesn't mean anything.

You simply have to understand that we are going to do the right thing."

"But the if the goal is impossible, and really doesn't mean anything why are you trying to go there. Wouldn't it be simpler to first figure out what you are really going to do, then figure out how to get there?"

"You obviously don't understand the process. And as I said before I'm late so there is obviously only one thing to do."

"Hurry up and rush off?" Alice asked, hoping it would sound more like a suggestion than a question.

"No. No. No. A meeting. Let's find the Mad Manager and a number of involved, interested, or warm bodies."

"That will obviously take a lot of time. I don't think you have any to waste.

"No it won't. All we have to do is find a conference room. There are lots of them right over here."

"But," started Alice, "those rooms are all full of people. Don't we need an empty conference room?"

"Silly thought. If we want to find the Mad Manager and some meeting attendees, why would we look in an empty conference room? Anyway, its impossible to ever find an empty conference room."

The rabbit took Alice by the hand, and promptly lead her into the largest, fullest conference room. Alice immediately noticed that the wastebasket was quite full of foam cups, and overhead projector bulbs.

These people had obviously been here for a long time.

At the head of the table sat a man with a rather funny suit wearing a large hat.

"Why" whispered Alice to the rabbit, "is that man wearing that funny hat? Who is he?"

"I'm the Mad Manager," answered the man at the end of the table, obviously overhearing the question, " And I'll be happy to tell you why I'm wearing this Hat, but that topic is not on the agenda."

"Why don't we change the agenda?" asked a person in the corner. "Is that a topic for another meeting?" replied the manager.

"Is what a topic for another meeting?" voiced a third. "The reason for the hat, or why we don't change the agenda?"

"Why don't we take this off line?" queried another.

"Does everyone agree that these are all topics we should address?" asked the mad manager.

"Possibly so." injected the person in the corner."Could it be that we have a hidden agenda?"

"Oh no!" the Mad Manager began, the dismay obvious on his face, "someone has hidden the agenda again! Let me put on my process hat and we'll see if we can work this issue."

With that, he removed his rather amusing top hat, and place a big green fedora on his head.

"Now, with my process hat on, I'd like to address the issue of the hidden agenda. Since we can't have a productive meeting without an agenda, it is up to all of us to find it."

"But," a voice from the corner piped in, "who is going to drive this issue?"

"Do we have an action item here?" asked another attendee.

"Does anyone here want to work this?" asked the mad manager.

"Who originally brought this up?" asked another.

"I believe that the woman who came in with the rabbit proposed this. Shouldn't she own it?"

"Well" the Manager stated, pointing to Alice. "I'd say that this is your issue."

"What issue. I don't have any issues." retorted Alice, nervously fingering her temporary CardKey. "I only posed a simple question."

"I'm not sure we can accept that," the manager declared."We need a date."

"But, " Alice began, remembering what the rabbit told her about dates, "a date is impossible."

"The least we can ask it that you give us a date when you will be able to give us the date for the date." stated the person in the
corner.

"I'm not sure I can do that," Alice opened, "since I don't know what I'm supposed to give you a date for. I'm having a problem trying to figure out what you want me to do."

"We don't have any problems here, only opportunities!" Piped a chorus of voices.

"It's really quite obvious," the mad manager declared as he reached behind him for a striped blue and gray beret, "let me put on my Blibbet hat for a moment," he continued doffing the fedora and flipping on his latest selection, "You must do the right thing."

"Yes. Yes." chimed the chorus of attendees, "Do the right thing.

"Now, who is keeping the minutes?" the manager asked as he pitched the beret and placed the fedora back on his head. "We need to record this action item so we can come back to it later."

"We obviously can't deal with this issue until we can determine whose meeting this is?"

"Should we schedule some time to cover that topic?" asked one of the attendees.

"Whose going to drive this?" asked another.

Just at the Mad Manager was pulling out a rather worn pith helmet, a voice in the back suggested "Let's take a break and work some of this off line."

Being closest to the door Alice was the first to leave. She quickly dashed down the hall, and ran up the first flight of stairs she encountered, relieved to be free of the madness.

When she opened the door the scene that confronted her made her wonder if returning to the meeting wasn't a bad idea. Seated around a large oval table were what appeared to be playing cards, each dressed in a gray or navy blue three piece suit. Around each neck was a rather oddly shaped handle (or were they nooses?) made of silk, or polyester.

"Off with her head!" screamed the queen of hearts who was sitting at the head of the table. Alice noticed that her tie was silk, and each card seated near her was dressed in a suit and noose combination similar to the queen's.

"Why would you want to remove my head?" Alice asked. By now she was feeling beyond confused.

"It's not a modern, iconic, user friendly, menu driven, color, PC compatible user interface," replied the queen, in a tone that would need to come up two notches to be vaguely considered condescending.

"It happens to suit me just fine," retorted Alice.

"What are you, an engineer or something?" asked the 7 of spades.

"No, I'm Alice. Who are you?"

"Marketing." they replied in perfect fifty-two part harmony.

"And what is that?" asked Alice.

There was a brief interlude of silence as each of the cards fidgeted with their ties, checked their watches and scribbled notes on the pads of paper contained in a handsome genuine imitation leather folder embossed with the company logo. Then one by one, as dominoes would do, they turned to the person on the left until they all stared at the queen of hearts.

The queen cleared her throat, adjusted her tie a second time and stared directly at Alice."We provide the strategic thinking necessary to grow the business."

"Oh," said Alice, "you figure out what products to build!"

"Heavens, no!" exclaimed the Queen, "That's too tactical. We feel it's our job to develop the vision for the long term."

"You develop things," began Alice, "so you build the products?"

In unison each member of the table made a face reminiscent of the look a small child gets upon tasting spoiled dead roaches for the first time.

"Uggggh, that's even more tactical," jeered the chorus.

"No! No!" shouted the Queen."You still do not understand. We take the pulse of the key market leaders demand curve."

"I see now." said Alice, "You sell the products."

By now the chorus of cards chanting "Tac-ti-cal! Tac-ti-cal!" was becoming too much.

The queen was furious and repeated her original greeting. "Off with her head! Off with her head"

"WAIT!" demanded Alice. "I believe I understand. You are all
responsible for driving the solution opportunities for the key client supply perceptions through strategic vision management!"

Alice wondered if she should add something about the claws catching and frumious bandersnatches and thought that she'd best leave it at that before she became ill.

"Yes," screamed the cards, "That's exactly right!"

"And how, might I ask, do you accomplish these lofty and important goals?"

"By calling a BOD," the queen responded.

"And what, pray tell, might that be?" inquired Alice as she looked for the quickest escape route, hoping that this jabber would keep her head attached long enough to get out.

"A Board of Directors", began the queen, just as Alice noticed the door to the left of the table. "Its a type of high level meeting."

"A meeting????!!!!" exclaimed Alice. "Not another meeting!"

With that she bolted for the door, no longer fearing for her head. Her only hope was that she make it through before the agenda hit the overhead. In a dead run, she passed through the door just as the projector lamp flicked on. The sound of the fan was the last sound to fade as the door closed.

Breathlessly she looked up to see a large open area. Directly in front of her was an enclosed area lined on one side with triple chrome table. A stack of plastic trays was at the foyer.

As she wandered through an assortment of sandwiches, prepared foods, soft drinks and salad began their daily spiel. "Eat Me! Drink Me! Eat Me!"

"Oh no," answered Alice, "I may know nothing about dates, and problems and meetings and agendas, and marketing and badges, but I do know food. I'm not gonna touch any of you. After the morning I've had I deserve a nice cheese steak (no lettuce)!"

With that, Alice opened the nearest exit door and left. A resounding high pitched whine sang its midday good-byes as Alice returned to the real world.

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The Queen's Toaster, Chapter 2: The Bird Wives
[11 Sep 2019|11:54am]

[ mood | sleepy ]

What do you know, this does have a chapter two!

Amélie Lacroix used to be the Widowmaker. She's not, anymore. Talon is gone, and the threat is over. But few if any governments are really willing to forgive a known terrorist with dozens - no, hundreds - of kills under her belt, so coming in from the cold wasn't really an option.

But one has to make a living somehow. A lot of the same skills used to infiltrate for assassination work just as well for other kinds of infiltration, and Amélie always did have an eye for spotting value in art.

[ao3 link]

Chapter 2: The Bird WivesCollapse )

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The Queen's Toaster, Chapter 2: The Bird Wives
[11 Sep 2019|11:37am]

[ mood | oh ho ho ]

Oh, okay, I guess this does have a chapter two!

Title: The Queen's Toaster, Chapter 2: The Bird Wives
URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19071796/chapters/48922460
Rating: T (so far)
Pairings: gingerspider, new set this chapter but I won't spoiler but the title partly does

Summary: The package has been delivered.

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The Arc of Conflict, Fragment e15,1: The woman with a hint of gold in her eyes
[08 Sep 2019|06:21pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

BEFORE YOU READ THIS, READ THE OTHER TWO UPDATES JUST POSTED - apparently I haven't been posting updates here! What the hell, me?


Katya Volskaya's government in Russia has destroyed the omnium Koschei, and held their own against the Gods of Oasis. With no point to additional fighting, the overt war has paused. But covertly, the conflict carries on. The gods, after all, still have a plan, and will do what is needed - one way, or another.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict
Fragment e15,1: The woman with a hint of gold in her eyes

solarbird and bzarcher

Zarya has continued her walkabout, and has made her way to Brazil, still trying to figure out who she is now, and what she needs to do about the conflict growing in her homeland. Along the way, she's finding the world is already a little changed - maybe more than anyone even realises.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict is a continuance of The Arc of Ascension, The Arc of Creation, and The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow the story as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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The Arc of Conflict, Edda 15: Negotiations and Ascensions
[08 Sep 2019|06:17pm]

[ mood | rushed ]

This is another backpost of Of Gods and Monsters updates I apparently didn't post here? I honestly don't know how this happened, so... yeah!


The Arc of Conflict, Edda 15: Negotiations and Ascensions
It doesn't necessarily take a goddess to realise what the gods might be doing. It might just take proximity to the Changed - and to have been changed, even a little, yourself.

This begins the second movement of the Arc of Conflict.

It also denotes a behind-the-scenes change.

Due to circumstances entirely outside her control, bzarcher's non-fandom life has become rather complicated. Don't worry, she's not sick, it's nothing like that, but she will be very busy for the foreseeable future. And this means she is officially taking a hiatus from Of Gods and Monsters.

Because a fair lot of what is to come has been written - or at least roughed in - out of order, her name will continue to appear regularly on new instalments, but she won't be doing any additional work on the story during her hiatus. (I don't think she's even had time to read the second half of this instalment, for example.) So if you see that some instalments in future are credited only to Solarbird, that is why. For now, Of Gods and Monsters is a solo project.

I think that if people wanted to wish her the best of luck in her current situation, she would appreciate that very much. I haven't asked her about that - I'm just saying.

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The Arc of Conflict, Fragment s13,2: What [Must] We [Must] Do
[08 Sep 2019|06:12pm]

[ mood | rushed ]

Holy crap, have I really not been posting updates here? But I compose them here! Before I post them to Tumblr! What the fuck?

But I don't see them on my journal, so... I guess not?! Here's one of a few short-version updates to get them online here!


The Arc of Conflict, Fragment s13,2: What [Must] We [Must] Do
Since the Tsars, power has flowed from Moscow, and Russians have obeyed. But now, as Moscow demands that the Vishkar developments and all influences of the “Gods” be purged, more and more question - Why?

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Tracer: Going back to basics
[07 Sep 2019|10:45am]

[ mood | okay ]

I haven't been playing a whole lot of Tracer lately, so I've gone back to her, trying to get my skills back together, and after a rather dumb early death, I fell back in and had a rather good game.

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Widowmaker: I'm on fire, and will stay on fire
[07 Sep 2019|10:44am]

[ mood | sleepy ]

This was a pleasantly long time spent 'on fire,' and I got the fairly-rare-for-console-Widowmaker MVP card, so I thought I'd post it.

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how it has to be
[03 Sep 2019|01:32am]

[ mood | amused ]

This actually happened as you see it here and I insist this isn't just Overwatch canon-compliant but how it actually went down in the timeline. XD

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another one
[31 Aug 2019|05:21pm]

[ mood | tired ]

I've been playing in my head with a short writeup of how angry I am about Penny Arcade Expo

not the show itself, mind you

but the new metal detectors and controlled access and emptying backpacks and purses and how not even any sharp tools are allowed and the loss of the outdoor cosplay hangout areas in the park and the meetups and how much all of this sucks

all due to the fucking epidemic of fascist-influenced angry white men shooting everything in sight

and how i've been at events where gamergate motherfuckers phoned in bomb threats and it's just like "whelp there's another one"

and the fucking airportisation of the whole fucking country and how I'm just so angry about it

and i pop onto my computer after my workout to work on it and before i even get the document open here i am looking at

another

fucking

mass

shooting

and we don't know who this is or what motives he may have had or anything about him and we have no idea whether this is political at all or whether he was politicised at all and getting ready for something and got set off early or just, you know, happened to be carrying a semiauto rifle and ready to go

and we just

can't

fucking

do

this

any

more

...but we will.

Until one way or another we can't.

and i'm so appalled by that. i'm so disgusted. i'm dismayed. and yet that's the reality. and we all know it.

i've said a lot, "fascists ruin everything." and they do. and some of them even know it, they just don't care, they want to put boots in faces a few times before everything falls apart, and that's the whole point of it for them.

but fuck, fascists ruin everything.

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Pizzagate II: Return of the Satanic Panic
[26 Aug 2019|02:27pm]

[ mood | pissed off ]

So as a follow-up to Pizzagate, TERFs on Spinster (which, if you're not aware, is rebranded Gab, which is, in turn, literally Nazi twitter) are trying to bring back the Satanic Panic of the 1980s and 1990s.

No, really. Literally that. So be aware, that's one of the many things rolling in today. [Source]

Also, since I haven't mentioned it here yet, Republicans have now completely offlined the Federal Election Commission for any new enforcement actions, and given that they don't think there should be an FEC or any enforcement of election law, I think we can assume that will stay that way at least through 2020. [Source]

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got SAD issues? can't afford a light panel?
[13 Aug 2019|01:09pm]

[ mood | excited ]

I don't have SAD issues - I have some indications of the inversion, actually - but this is genius and I want to try it. The genius part isn't using the backlight, because you don't use the backlight. You replace it with inexpensive but better and easier to power LED tape. The genius is using the lenses.

Building realistic daylight panels from broken televisions and monitors.

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Brigitte STRONG
[11 Aug 2019|02:47pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

I started lifting again on August 4th, 2017; I posted an update on August 3rd, 2018; it seems like time for a second update. I'll use weights from the August 4th workout.

As with last time, this includes the delta that happened when they replaced all the machines; some of them had different gearing and I ended up going down in weights on four. I've posted a column for "adjusted start weight," which takes the original weight down by the delta. I'm not sure that's really the most accurate way to do it, but it's what I've got.

Let's look at the numbers, shall we? All weights are in pounds.

  start  machine delta  adjusted start 2018current
Chest press50-153590120
Fly50-2030120145
Wide grip pulldown50050110150
Row50
combined
050
combined
25
per hand
60
per hand
120
per hand
Overhead Press300306080
Arm Curl4004095110
Tricep Press55055120165
Leg Press85085245285
Leg Extension25025105150
Leg Curl65065115150
Hip Abductor100-5050180/260225/260
Hip Adductor95-5045180225
Ab Crunch50050140+75
new machine
Lower Back Extension70070240260
(maxxed)
added later
Shoulder shrug
   per hand
   (2017/9/20)
250256575
(maxxed)
Straight bar pulldown
   (2017/9/20)
30030120145
Calf Extension
   (2017/12/17)
1000100160210

I think the thing I'm most pleased with is finally having 1/7th tonne on leg press. It's nice to have larger fractions of a tonne in your weights. And I've maxxed out another machine, which is nice too. Vertical things (overhead press, particularly) continue to be the most difficult part of the workout, other than simple heat dissipation, which is always a weakness I have. (I've found that just swallowing ice whole really helps.)

I've gone back and separated out the "row" exercise numbers to the per-hand basis of the actual workout. This is a little jinky because it started out as an exercise where I used both hands at once, then I switched to alternating hands. Combining the two weights wasn't really legitimate, so I've gone with the per-hand number, since that's how I usually do it.

Also, the ab crunch number is kind of discontinous because, again, a change in machines, but not in the previously-mentioned way. I topped out the old machine at 165, then discovered that one of the new machines worked all four abdominal pairs more directly, and moved to it. It uses some fraction of your own body weight (at least half) and additional weights you select, which is where the +75 comes from. I also found out that the bottom pair of abs had been taking the entire previous year and a half off, and had been doing fuck all, so on the new machine my lowest set is all "WHAT FUCKERY IS THIS?!" and my upper six are all "...are we... doing something?" So I've had to spend a lot of time evening that out.

Since I've been maxxed out on both shoulder shrug and lower back extension for a while, I've been slowly upping the number of reps. Started 15/15, now at 20/20.

And that's all I've got to say, I think. So, yeah! I've got a seventh, I've got a couple of eighths, I've got a ninth, and hopefully by next year I'll have collected more small fractions. Wish me luck!

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Widowmaker: Junkrat! You can fly! Then I will treat you as Pharah.
[02 Aug 2019|02:00pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

This was POTG, but without the "Hello there!" at the beginning, and I wanted to add that in because I could.

The real attraction is the Junkrat shot, of course.

[gfycat] [unedited]

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Widowmaker Enjoys the Sights and Shots in Hollywood
[31 Jul 2019|03:19pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

I was on fire an awfully long time in this game - once I hit that point I never lost it again - and honestly thought I was going to card for MVP. Instead, I just carded for kills, which makes me wonder about the threshold for that MVP card again.

Were it not for one of those what the fuck is wrong with me moments late in the game, where I missed like eight or nine shots in a row, I'd've been estatic about this performance. I mean, even with that hard slump, this is a well-into-top-1%-scoped-accuracy game, which doesn't say that much as my baseline shooting is top 1% on PS4 generally. But... for a while... for a while, my aim was just intoxicatingly good. For a little while, I don't miss was just the reality of it.

Anyway, there's one shot in particular during the defence of point A which just made me very happy. I'll let you find it. :D

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widowmaker: this team kept ignoring me in dorado
[31 Jul 2019|03:17pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

This game was one of those where enemy team just kind of... spent a lot of time not confronting me? Which was absolutely their mistake. I mean, we're talking about a fairly supreme unforced error there, in particular one run after they took the first checkpoint (their only really successful push) and I was just mowing them down from a high point they mostly didn't approach.

And even when they did, it's like, they'd chase me, I'd flee momentarily, they'd not follow, and I'd come right back and kill them. Particularly this Genji, who... still seems to have issues with object permanence? Somebody didn't get enough games of peek-a-boo as a kid, I guess.

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