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[10:45] <+Esperath> !surge TedButtmont
[10:45] <+Aoko> SURGE: 2941 Caster's home shrinks by 80+d20%
[10:45] <+Esperath> :|
[10:45] <+Esperath> MY HOUSE
[10:45] <+Esperath> !roll 1d20
[10:45] <shybot> Esperath: 17 (1d20=17)
[10:45] <+Esperath> fuck
[10:45] <+Esperath> I think I'm dead
[10:47] <beatbandit> !surge all over Esper's house
[10:47] <+Aoko> SURGE: 3739 Next meal prepared by caster tastes like chicken
[10:48] <beatbandit> NO! My Turkey will be ruined!

[Friday]

<@Friday> I "read somewhere" that girls blink on average either 2 or 3 times as often as boys
<@Friday> is this because blinking is linked to emotion and men are trained/taught to supress it
<hngkong> That's retarded.  I never stop blinking.  Or crying.
<zara> my father hit me every time I blinked
<@Friday> or is it because of some physical thing that women like, need more moisture on their eyeballs
<@Friday> SCIENCE DEMANDS AN ANSWER
<+drethelin> I think blinking more is more submissive and women are on average more submissive
<zara> friday
<zara> wikipedia says it's a myth
<@Friday> ah ok
<@Friday> thats why read somewhere was in quotes
<@Friday> BUT WHAT ABOUT MEN THINKING ABOUT SEX EVERY 7 SECONDS
<zara> I don't think about sex that often even when I'm -having- it

[Mongrel]

[Büge]

That picture never fails to make me laugh. :)

[Ted Belmont]

[Mongrel]

<phodos> The should reboot batman with Samuel L Jackson as batman

I'd watch it.

[Thad]

This came up during one of the periodic discussions of characters whose races can be changed (probably when it was announced that Laurence Fishburne was playing Perry White): I think Bruce Wayne has to be a white guy, but I don't think Batman has to be Bruce Wayne.  I think Jackson would be a great Batman.  (Or Jim Gordon.  Or really any number of Bat-characters.  He could really play up the good cop/bad cop aspect of Two-Face, or the B-movie career of Clayface, the just-plain-scary of Killer Croc...hell, now that Earth One has established that Harvey Bullock doesn't have to be a fat guy anymore, Jackson could totally play him, too.)

Course, he's a Marvel/Disney guy for now and I'm perfectly happy with that.

[Mongrel]

This recently discovered folio edition of "Hamlet" follows other known versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at line 232, as will be seen:

KING
    ...`Now the king drinks to Hamlet.' Come, begin, And you the judges, bear a wary eye.

Trumpets sound. HAMLET and LAERTES take their stations

HAMLET:
    Come on, sir.
LAERTES:
    Come, my lord.

Enter FRED, DAPHNE, VELMA, SHAGGY, AND SCOOBY

DAPHNE:
    Wait!
SHAGGY:
    Stop the fight!

HAMLET and LAERTES put up their foils

KING:
    I like this not. Say wherefore you do speak?
FRED:
    Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait.
    For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth
    Behind the strange events of latter days.
VELMA:
    The first clue came from Elsinore's high walls,
    Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet's ghost did walk.
    Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death,
    And perforce hath been buried in the ground,
    'Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost
    To carry mud upon his spectral boots.
    Yet mud didst Shaggy and his faithful hound
    Espy, with footprints leading to a drop.
    This might, at first, indeed bespeak a ghost...
    Until, when I did seek for other answers,
    I found a great, wide cloth of deepest black
    Discarded in the moat of Elsinore.
    'Tis clear, the "ghost" used this to slow his fall
    While darkness rendered him invisible.
FRED:
    The second clue we found, my lord, was this.
KING:
    It seems to me a portrait of my brother
    In staine'd glass, that sunlight may shine through.
FRED:
    But see, my lord, when placed before a lantern--
KING:
    My brother's ghost!
HAMLET:
    My father!
VELMA:
    Nay, his image.
FRED:
    In sooth, that image caught the Prince's eye
    When he went to confront his lady mother.
    Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius.
    For Hamlet's blade did mark the castle wall
    Behind the rent made in the tapestry.
    Polonius was murdered by another.
    The knife which killed him entered from behind.
LAERTES:
    But who?
FRED:
    Indeed my lords, that you shall see.
HAMLET:
    And if this ghost was naught but light and air,
    Then what of that which I did touch and speak to?

The GHOST enters.

GHOST:
    Indeed, my son.
SHAGGY:
    Zoinks!
DAPHNE:
    Jenkies!
GHOST:
    Mark them not.
    Thou hast neglected duty far too long.
    Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed?
    Must I remain forever unavenged?

SCOOBY and SHAGGY run away from the GHOST. SCOOBY, looking backward, runs into a tapestry, tearing it down. As a result, tapestries around the walls collapse, one surrounding the GHOST.

GHOST:
    What?
FRED:
    Good Osric, pray restrain that "ghost",
    That we may reach the bottom of the matter.
    Now let us see who truly walked tonight.

FRED removes the helm and the disguise from the GHOST'S face.

ALL:
    Tis Fortinbras!
FRED:
    The valiant prince of Norway!
FORTINBRAS:
    Indeed it is, and curses on you all!
    This Hamlet's father brought my own to death,
    And cost me all my rightful heritage.
    And so I killed this king, and hoped his son
    Would prove no obstacle to Norway's crown.
    Then Claudius bethought himself the killer
    (As if one might be poisoned through the ear!)
    The brother, not the son, took Denmark's throne,
    And held to Norway with a tighter grip.
    I swore an end to Denmark's royal house.
    I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle's crimes.
    Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes.
    This day, with poison's aid, all might have died,
    And Denmark might have come to me as well
    As my beloved Norway and revenge.
    My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog
    But for these medd'ling kids and this their dog.

KING:
    The villain stands confessed. Now let us go.
    For much remains to us to be discussed.
    And suitable reward must needs be found
    For these, our young detectives and their hound.

EXEUNT OMNES.

[Shinra]

He turned his attention to the larger mirror in the wall, and ejaculated in amazement.
Peering over his shoulder, Conan grunted.

Language was different in the 1930s. 
 

[Thad]

[Mongrel]

Thad

OK, so there are these old dudes out in space who are like responsible for everything in the universe? And all the rules of reality are written on 3x5 cards pinned to a corkboard? But then the cards fall off and they put them back up really fast but they make mistakes? Like "milk = green" and "paper = heavy" and "gravity = more sort of up"?

This is what went through Otto Binder's brain EVERY DAY.

Like sometimes Dr. Sivana accidentally invents something that would benefit mankind. He's got a vault where he locks all that away. Like a machine that makes food out of rocks. He ACCIDENTALLY invented one.

Captain Marvel's world is so ****ed up, Jimmy Olsen looks at it and says "Wow that's pretty ****ed up!"

--Thad (no not that one, a different one)

[Thad]

...oh good, I was really confused for a minute there.

Because that SOUNDS like something I would say...

Yeah there's at least one other Thad who posts things in the CA comments.

(And for awhile there was a third one, but that was just a troll trying to irritate me.)

[Bongo Bill]

This recently discovered folio edition of "Hamlet" follows other known versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at line 232, as will be seen:

I need a source for this pronto.

[Mongrel]

This was the link I got: http://www.cord.edu/faculty/sprunger/e315/hamlet.html

[Mongrel]

<Crunchums> I think the oxford comma is a good thing
<Crunchums> it removes ambiguity (although to be fair, sometimes that ambiguity is hilarious); consider
<Crunchums> highlights of his global tour include encounters with Nelson Mandela, an 800-year-old demigod and a dildo collector

[Kazz]

[7:11] <Stush> Jesus christ
[7:11] <Stush> How can such a tiny kitty fart this badly?
[7:11] <Nifle> It's always about money, Stush.

[Friday]

<Brentai> Square's idea of RTS is Heroes of Mana.
<+Aoko> Mana
<+Aoko> where
<+Aoko> mana
<+Aoko> man amana
<+Aoko> i hear mana
<Brentai> In my pants.
* +Aoko lights it on fire
<Brentai> WHY WOULD YOU BURN MANA
<beatbandito> She tapped too many lands.

[Mongrel]

It was 40 years ago when humans last made the effort to visit another heavenly sphere, on the Apollo 17 mission that launched on this day in 1972. But astronauts Eugene Cernan and Harrison "Jack" Schmitt didn't just walk on the lunar surface—they also drove around in a dune buggy, and also skipped around while singing songs. Nixon was so angry about this expression of joy that humans were banned from ever visiting the moon again.

[Mongrel]

[Speaking of the Mayan prophecy] Dmitry Medvedev, the Russian prime minister, even addressed the situation.

"I don't believe in the end of the world," before adding somewhat disconcertingly: "At least, not this year."

[François]

He must have remembered at the last second that he didn't want to offend his Russian Orthodox buddies.