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Randomly clicking around Wikipedia, I cam across the article on the new currency of Zimbabwe, the Zimbabwean Gold or "Zig".
I was amazed to find not a single "Take off every ZiG" joke.

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Wikipedia
Randomly clicking around Wikipedia, I cam across the article on the new currency of Zimbabwe, the Zimbabwean Gold or "Zig".
I was amazed to find not a single "Take off every ZiG" joke.
Chases in Tabletop RPGs
It's come up several time on Reddit in the last couple of weeks, so I figured I'd post my latest comment about how I run chases in D&D and pretty much any tabletop RPG:
(The two sides are the runners, who are trying to escape, and the pursuers, who are trying to catch them)
If the PCs are running and they're faster than the pursuers, they get to escape.
If the PCs are running and they're slower, they get a couple of chances (no more than 3) to try to slow their pursuers down or throw them off. No specific moves or anything, they just get to improvise based on who is pursuing and what kind of environment they're in (e.g. Duck into an alleyway and hide, improvise an obstacle, drop treasure or food or caltrops.) Depending on the system, each attempt may be resolved with the games' normal task resolution mechanic, or an arbitrary d6/d20/d100 roll with odds judged by me, or by a simple judgement call. If they succeed, they get away clean. A near-success may result in some of their pursuers falling by the wayside while others stay on the trail. Failure means another try or the end of the road, depending on what they did and how many attempts they've made already.
If the PCs are the pursuers, and slower, they get one chance come up with a way to fix that, and it will generally be a lot harder - there are fewer ways to slow runners down.
If the PCs are pursuing and faster, I improvise one or two obstacles to throw in their path (the kind that the players would be expected to come up with above), and ask them how they're going to avoid said obstacle, with the attempt resolved the same way as above.
(If the two sides are nominally the same speed, I make a 50/50 roll to see which is faster during this particular chase sequence.)
Either way, the chase is resolved quickly (two or three rolls at most). I find pretty much all extended chase sequences boring, so I prefer to keep things short.
There are strange things done in the Senate, son, By men who are paid in gold. The political trails have their secret tales, That would make your blood run cold. And Congress has seen most crimes unclean, But the latest to give 'em the stump, Is the disagreement on the impeachment, Of president Donald J. Trump.
Now president Trump took a great big dump, on the laws of abuse of power. And when he was caught we got the usual rot, he planted some bullshit to flower. A lyin man with never a plan, save committing dumb crimes to stay gilded, A diligent House impeached the damn louse, the falsehoods all dying and wilted.
In the upper chamber, with Republican favour, the president is now facing trial. And everyone's seen the charade it has been, from a couple of country miles. With eyes tightly closed and senses froze, the defence might compel to acquit, But you'd have to be bought, and in on the plot, a complete and utter fuckwit.
Which Republicans are, they all sport a scar, from climbing up into the asshole, Of president Trump and his gigantic rump, since they all want to live in a castle. But a promise made is a debt still unpaid, as these spineless toadys must know, And when you sell out there's never a doubt, you will wear all the sorrow you sow.
So at last here we are, fumblefuckers bizarre, and the fate of the country at stake. A nation of laws subsumed by guffaws, and will democracy warrant a wake? Or will it just die, because of one worthless guy, his greed, corruption and graft. I guess we will see, what the future will be, but I admit that I feel a cold draft.
There are strange things done in the Senate, son, By men who are paid in gold. The political trails have their secret tales, That would make your blood run cold. And Congress has seen most crimes unclean, But the foulest shit out their rump, Was the disagreement on the impeachment, Of president Donald J. Trump.
by keta
Cladistic Park
EXT.-- HILLTOP-- DAY
The PARK JEEPS approach the top of the rise.
HAMMOND: Just.. slow down here, we don't want to startle them.
SADLER: Startle... what?
HAMMOND (reverently) The dinosaurs.
Outside the jeep, on the hillside, we now see a mighty flock of SPARROWS.
GRANT: Oh... yeah, technically, I guess so. Sure.
Sparrows hop about unremarkably.
HAMMOND: Do you see, Doctor Grant? They do move in herds.
GRANT: Flocks. Well yeah, they move in flocks, That's... we knew that.
SADLER: Hosts.
GRANT: What?
SADLER: That's the group term. A "host of sparrows."
GRANT: Really? No kidding.
HAMMOND: (chuckling) Doctor Grant, my dear Doctor Sadler, welcome... to Cladistic Park.
The biggest SPARROW rears its head back, accompanied by a thunderous John Williams score, and EATS A SEED.
LAWYER GUY: (quietly, to self) We are gonna lose a fortune.
from damianoid on Slacktivist
So how come chicken pot pie takes TEN MINUTES to microwave while turkey and beef pot pie only takes five? (All of them from Marie Callendars, same size.)
(What do we want? Instant gratification! When do we want it? NOW!)
LSL Trick: Second Timer!
Let's say you're writing a script, and you need two timers. One might be a dialog timeout - if a dialog gets no response for 30 seconds, then stop listening (and allow another use to use the object). You might also need a second event to trigger periodically (every five minutes say) to do some maintenance.
Unfortunately, you can only have one timer event. Or can you?
There is a second repeating event: llSensorRepeat(). Now setting things up so this always triggers is pretty difficult. But llSensor and llSensorRepeat can trigger no_sensor events as well, if nothing is found.
So how do you set up a repeating sensor that has (a) minimal lag and (b) never triggers?
Lag is dependent on the specificity of your search, the range and angle searched, and how often the search is executed. Radars are notoriously laggy because they search for all avatars within a long range and a full sphere, usually at least once a second.
For minimal lag, we will search for a single person within a very small area, and only do so at longer intervals (over a minute between searches.)
And who is perhaps the least likely person to show up, that is still a valid key? (Because invalid keys are equivalent to searching for anybody). How about the Governor?
key GOVERNOR_LINDEN = "3d6181b0-6a4b-97ef-18d8-722652995cf1"; float TIMER = 300.0; // Five minutes default { state_entry() { // Governor only, within 1 centimeter *directly* ahead // Nearly impossible to trigger. llSensorRepeat("", GOVERNOR_LINDEN, AGENT, .01, .01, TIMER); } no_sensor() { // do your maintenance here! } }
And there you have it! (Of course, you could also allow sensor() to do the same maintenance if a miracle occurs and the Governor walks through your object. Or have it email you about the impossible happening!
Hotel Mar-a-lago
by JDTrust, Manju, and BiloSagdiyev
On a dark Russian highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of the gulag Rising up in the air Up ahead on the tundra I saw a shimmering white My hair grew orange and my sight grew dim And look out for the alt-right
There he stood by the statue I smelt the blood and soil And I was thinking to myself Jews could replace us and take all our oil Then he lit up a torch and he showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel-Mar-a-Lago Such a crummy place Such an orange face There's plenty of gold at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago But it rates fewer K Than 'Mucci's total days
So I said to the Anxious You will bring me some cash! And I will bring bring back all of the jobs And put CEO's under the lash! And they danced in the coal mines Sweet summer sweat Some dance for painkillers Some dance for the debt...
North America
The North American country of the United States of America (USA) was shocked yesterday by the announcement by the President, Donald Trump, a colourful and outspoken reality television star and business-tycoon manqué, that he would strip the right to serve in the nation's armed services from its transgender citizens.
The country, sandwiched between Canada and Mexico and famous as the birthplace of KerPlunk, has for many years been under the influence of a religious sect opposed to modern science, preferring its own superstitious interpretations of gender and sexuality and the military to facts. Among their beliefs is the conviction that electricity, a gift from their God, can be used to permanently alter the sexuality of individuals subject to ritual shocks. While Trump is not himself a member of this sect, many of his supporters and cabinet are- the Vice President, Mike Pence, believes that electrocution and denial of civil rights can "cure" people of their sexual and/or gender identity for instance, and has been known to conduct rituals seeking to influence the behaviours of his people and indeed entire nations through supernatural means. He is also reported to believe his own "sexual magic" is so strong that to be left alone with a woman he is not married to would lead to inevitable intercourse. Experts speculate this is because in the culture of the sect his silver hair is seen as a sign of divine favour. It is hard to think that in the twenty first century such beliefs could exist, but this country- still dealing with the consequences of a bitter and bloody civil war and struggling to shed the influence of more than a century of colonialism- is steeped in such superstition.
The President, who has a history of vocal support for wars and the people that fight them- amongst whose numbers he has never been included due to a debilitating recurrent foot complaint- is thought to have made this decision to pander to this sect to receive funding for his own passion project, a great wall separating his increasingly isolated country from Mexico. Though he promised to make the Mexican government pay for it, this was seen in Mexico City as merely bombastic boasting and was met with diplomatic derision. It has now become clear that this was an accurate assessment, and Trump has gone cap in hand to sectarian members of the governing Republican Party to beg for funds for his grandiose white elephant.
While it is characteristic of the regime, which rose to power on a wave of populist resentment and tribal grievance, to not know how policies announced by their President will be effected, it appears not to be troubling his inner circle, in the so called "White House", or presidential residence, where Trump himself is seen as something like a demi-god, his name cast in enormous gold letters on various sacred sites across the country is deemed to be a powerful influencer of the spirits of wealth and "class"- a peculiar concept something akin to the more familiar machismo though coupled with a deep seated anti-intellectualism and contempt for internal monologue. Indeed, it is thought that simply by saying things Trump is able to make them physically real, and the less proof his followers demand the greater they consider themselves blessed by him.
What is also not clear at this moment is how it will effect the members of the armed services who are currently serving and who are transgender. As there appears to be a reliance on the metaphysical abilities of Trump to alter reality with 140 characters at a time- an extension of the sect's peculiar faith in the power of electricity- and nothing more, it is not certain if the people targeted by his declaration will be fired, or forced back into the closet, or subject to other and worse discrimination. What is certain though is that through his influence and the influence of his cult, the President will have sent a message that the god a significant proportion of the people believe in wants them to discriminate against their fellow citizens.
In a statement today the organisation Democracy Within Borders responded
"It is tempting to look on this benighted and atavistic society governed by an exotic death cult, determined to harm its own people in celebration of their idol, a man cast in gold whom they revere as both its product and its source, with the prurient interest we use for other ex-colonial nations, as a setting for our horror films and travel writing. We should not. The majority of the citizens do not belong to the tribe of their leaders, a fact reflected in the election, in which his opponent received a higher number of votes than he did, that secured the Presidency for Trump."
The peculiar formulation of democracy in the country- a reaction to the government of its former colonisers- means that now in power Trump has called for the arrest and imprisonment of his opponent, for crimes he cannot name nor explain. It is not clear if this is the result of a taboo or géis, or of his paranoia that the legal system of the country might do its job correctly. It appears he believes millions of phantoms cast votes for his opponent, though without being able to ensure her victory. The statement continued:
"It is hoped that the two advanced nations bordering the USA will intervene to try and help those harmed by this decision. In this day and age a nation proclaiming itself great cannot treat its citizens in this way based on crude self-interest and superstition."
by Daniel at Slacktivist
Princess Leia’s Stolen Death Star Plans (say it out loud in the same rhythm as you would Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart’s Club Band) is the project of Palette-Swap Ninja, who has gamely rendered a parody of every Sgt. Pepper’s song as the story of A New Hope. Here’s the crazy part: They’re all really good!
OMFG this is wonderful...
Why the hell are these mesh heads all the rage these days???
List of Title Fights Mohammed Ali Should Have Had
The Barney in Killarney
The Showdown in Jonestown
The Scuffle atop Kopfel
The Fracas in Caracas
The Donnybrook in Donnybrook
The Bonnaroo in Katmandu
The Slugfest in Belfast
The Dispute in LaButte
The Tussle in Brussels
The Affray at the Quai D’Orsay
The Melee in Malay
The Set-to in Timbuktoo
The Punching in Chongqing
The Carnage in Carthage
The Feuding In Tooting
The Throwdown In Motown
The Attack In Qikiqtarjuaq
The Contretemps in Stoke-on-Trent
The Spat in the Ghats
The Ado in Woolloomooloo
The Sock ‘n Rock in Bankok
Who falls in Sioux Falls
The Free-for-All at the Albert Hall
The Confrontation at St Pancras Station
The Last Tiff in Cardiff
The Ballyhoo at Sutton Hoo
Clobberin’ Time in Bad Windsheim
The Hand-to-Hand in the Sudetenland
The Umbrage In Cambridge
The Pasting In Hastings
Compiled from a subthread at Lawyers, Guns, and Money
To the tune of "Send In The Clowns"
Isn’t he rich? Ain’t he a jerk? Hey, GOP, it appears your process needs work, Should there be clowns? You’ve sent in a clown.
Just when he’d done the primary trudge, Suddenly bashing a “Mexican” federal judge, Turning off voters again with his usual flair– November comes, no one is there.
Ain’t this a farce? So far and so near– The GOP thought it could end Hillary’s career, But not with a clown–they’ve sent in a clown. Perhaps not this year.
From Thrax at LGM
"There's an orange-haired blowhard from Queens Whose winning will haunt us in dreams He'll get elected 'Cause lefties defected Now all we can hear are the screams"
(Started by Ask Me Gently and completed by rea on Lawyers, Guns, and Money.)