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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 23:17:36 GMT -5
One of the affiliated branches -- Southern Arkham(sas) University.
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Post by berkley on Aug 23, 2014 23:31:29 GMT -5
Funny - their wiki page contains not a single word regarding any affiliation with Those that Lurk in Darkness - but of course that's just what you'd expect.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 23:45:18 GMT -5
Well, duh. Everyone knows that the first rule of the Cthulhu Cult is that you don't talk about the Cthulhu Cult.
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Post by nicksoapdish on Aug 24, 2014 0:02:10 GMT -5
I remember when Texas was making threats to secede last year. And we wonder why other states laugh at us... Do you really? I'm from Florida and I know damn well at least half of the reasons that other states laugh at us.
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Post by shaxper on Aug 24, 2014 0:03:09 GMT -5
I remember when Texas was making threats to secede last year. And we wonder why other states laugh at us... Do you really? I'm from Florida and I know damn well at least half of the reasons that other states laugh at us. Welcome to the forum, Nick!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 0:07:18 GMT -5
Went out to lunch today and found something surprising about my grandpa.
He's a hard man. The hardest man I know. He's not cruel, I love him to death. But he's very Clint Eastwood. He worked hard his whole life to pay bills to feed a wife and kids. He's a child of the depression, the son of immigrants, the first born American of his family. He had a simple childhood and then went straight away into union labor, which he did until he was 65 and retired. He's been a tough guy his whole life, toughest guy I've ever known, and when he was well into his 70's he wrecked his bike, left the hospital against doctors recommendations with freshly broken ribs so he could attend a biker hotel party. I always thought about that when thinking of myself. It made me self conscious about being an adult comic book collector. I'm not as hard a man as my grandpa is. I'm no Clint Eastwood.
Well, today I was having lunch with my mom and we were talking about my grandma. Grandma worked too, and she also worked the kind of tough union job you'd expect a man to do, especially back then, but still today. The thing is though, grandpa paid all the bills and grandma's check was 100% mad money. Vacations, birthdays, holidays, casino nights, and just plain spoiling the kids and grandkids. She went all out, and for every single holiday her house was decorated to the max. You see that amazing house on Christmas? Hers was like that on Easter and Thanksgiving too. Inside and out. So eventually mom says "You don't know the half of it, when I was little she worked at Mattel!" I never knew that, I could only imagine how per paychecks were spent. Mom said her and her sisters had all the Barbie accessories. Then she said Grandpa had a gigantic Hotwheels collection. That shocked me. He's never been a collector, never seemed like a man who would be into kid stuff. He has a hand forged knife, a leather jacket, and the most beautiful Road King I've ever laid eyes on, but his possessions are actually few. His room is simple. A sheet, a blanket, a pillow, a twin mattress set, box spring on the floor, and a real samurai sword that was brought back from WW2 as spoils of war that he bought off a kid for a quarter when he was a child. His place looks military clean and completely void of personal effects, besides the photographs of his wife, kids, and grandkids hanging in the living room, and grandma's doll collection he never moved after she passed away. So to think when he was in his 20's he liked to relax and look at his little toy cars gave me an entirely new perspective of who my grandpa is. I wonder what he did with them?
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Post by nicksoapdish on Aug 24, 2014 0:07:50 GMT -5
My go-to line as a former resident of both the New Orleans & Phoenix areas -- Yeah, out there it's a dry heat out there, but so's the inside of my oven. I wouldn't recommend sticking your head in there. I doubt that the inside of my oven has a dry heat. A couple of college kids were jogging a nature trail in the middle of the day around here and quit shortly after passing me (walking). The guy was explaining that his body wanted to keep going, but his head was ready to quit because he just wasn't getting enough air and I'm not surprised. He needed gills.
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Post by nicksoapdish on Aug 24, 2014 0:10:19 GMT -5
Do you really? I'm from Florida and I know damn well at least half of the reasons that other states laugh at us. Welcome to the forum, Nick! Thanks! I'm not sure how much I'll be around since I've cut way back on my internet posting. Plus my "classic comics" mostly dates back to the late 80s and 90s.
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Post by shaxper on Aug 24, 2014 0:13:48 GMT -5
Welcome to the forum, Nick! Thanks! I'm not sure how much I'll be around since I've cut way back on my internet posting. Plus my "classic comics" mostly dates back to the late 80s and 90s. No obligations, my friend, but you'll find many folks here quite happy to wax nostalgic about the '80s and '90s. In fact, we're discussing favorite eras right here and there are some staunch supporters who feel those eras were the pinnacle of classic comicdom. Personally, I'm a '70s and '80s kinda' guy. The '90s seldom did it for me.
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Post by impulse on Aug 24, 2014 1:28:54 GMT -5
It's funny how relative temperature is. After 31 years in Florida, northern GA humidity is a cakewalk to me, but to others it's the clingy oppressive heat that I use to describe FL. Californians get to judge everybody's weather.
I will say today was the first day I started to really compare it to FL, though.
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Post by Jasoomian on Aug 24, 2014 3:11:46 GMT -5
A dry sauna can be quite refreshing.
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Post by Icctrombone on Aug 24, 2014 6:41:39 GMT -5
Went out to lunch today and found something surprising about my grandpa. He's a hard man. The hardest man I know. He's not cruel, I love him to death. But he's very Clint Eastwood. He worked hard his whole life to pay bills to feed a wife and kids. He's a child of the depression, the son of immigrants, the first born American of his family. He had a simple childhood and then went straight away into union labor, which he did until he was 65 and retired. He's been a tough guy his whole life, toughest guy I've ever known, and when he was well into his 70's he wrecked his bike, left the hospital against doctors recommendations with freshly broken ribs so he could attend a biker hotel party. I always thought about that when thinking of myself. It made me self conscious about being an adult comic book collector. I'm not as hard a man as my grandpa is. I'm no Clint Eastwood. Well, today I was having lunch with my mom and we were talking about my grandma. Grandma worked too, and she also worked the kind of tough union job you'd expect a man to do, especially back then, but still today. The thing is though, grandpa paid all the bills and grandma's check was 100% mad money. Vacations, birthdays, holidays, casino nights, and just plain spoiling the kids and grandkids. She went all out, and for every single holiday her house was decorated to the max. You see that amazing house on Christmas? Hers was like that on Easter and Thanksgiving too. Inside and out. So eventually mom says "You don't know the half of it, when I was little she worked at Mattel!" I never knew that, I could only imagine how per paychecks were spent. Mom said her and her sisters had all the Barbie accessories. Then she said Grandpa had a gigantic Hotwheels collection. That shocked me. He's never been a collector, never seemed like a man who would be into kid stuff. He has a hand forged knife, a leather jacket, and the most beautiful Road King I've ever laid eyes on, but his possessions are actually few. His room is simple. A sheet, a blanket, a pillow, a twin mattress set, box spring on the floor, and a real samurai sword that was brought back from WW2 as spoils of war that he bought off a kid for a quarter when he was a child. His place looks military clean and completely void of personal effects, besides the photographs of his wife, kids, and grandkids hanging in the living room, and grandma's doll collection he never moved after she passed away. So to think when he was in his 20's he liked to relax and look at his little toy cars gave me an entirely new perspective of who my grandpa is. I wonder what he did with them? What a beautiful story. You blessed me by sharing this.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 16:30:34 GMT -5
Yesterday was the Twilight Star Studios annual barbecue at the home of our studio head. A day of brauts, burgers, beer, chicken, pork chops, ribs, and talking comics, movies, music, busting nuts and planning stuff for the rest of the year and early part of next year. I had to leave for a couple of hours to go to work for a short shift, but came back and sat well into the night drinking with collaborators and studio mates and friends of the studio shooting the breeze and just being in an element for while.
A couple of projects came into sharper focus and our production schedule for the rest of the year was mostly finalized, but it was more just spending time with like-minded folk relaxing and recharging for the next phase of the studio. We'll have our regular studio meeting in a couple of weeks where the business end will be followed up on, but yesterday a time to recharge the bonds among the studiomates that could make it for the day. It's always a good thing because today I just want to jump in feet first onto a coupe of projects that had been languishing a bit.
-M
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Post by adamwarlock2099 on Aug 24, 2014 20:39:04 GMT -5
Has there been any other process in food making that has turned an otherwise undesirable food into something as glorious as dill pickles? I think not.
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Post by Slam_Bradley on Aug 24, 2014 20:52:08 GMT -5
Has there been any other process in food making that has turned an otherwise undesirable food into something as glorious as dill pickles? I think not. I like neither cucumbers or dill pickles. So...I have to say yes.
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