Jordax

When the tire hits the coordinated push just right

I was watching some movie about a plane being hijacked, and the plane had a sentient AI that communicated with one of the passengers to help him save the day.
 
The AI was voiced by Will Ferrell, speaking in complete monotone and not doing or saying anything humorous.
 
I think my subconscious needs to fire its casting director.

I finally got around to seeing the pictures taken of my company back in the middle of May when we were on our first field exercise and sure enough I was only able to find myself in one single image, which I am a little upset about. I believe this picture was taken by a reporter who was doing some sort of article there, but I don't know if it was ever used for anything. Notice the red-tipped rifles, they've had their firing pin removed.
 

Sophie and Peter's photos from the day too.

I RETURN
 
exceptnoboycares-b-baka
 
...with this
 

 

Just had one where I was in the pov of a kiosk worker at a train station.i was having a conversation with an older guy in a suit when he asked me if k believed in the Bible. I said no and he fucking punched me in the face, which felt really real. Got all dizzy and fell down.
 
Anyway  I knock him out with a drop kick to the chest and drag him to the employee cubicle while the others around call 911. Before they can he start sputtering blood or something. Turns out he has a large worm in his brain or heart and I decide the best way to save him is shrinking down and putting the works in someone else's body  because I didn't want to hurt the worms? 
 
Mask after trying this and very heavily damaging two peoples' bodies, including brains, i decide to give up and leave. The shotfreezes, the camera pans out, and shows me and my family in a theater watching this. My character on the screen in an anthropomorphic hot dog and we have been watching the prequel of Sausage Party
 
what the fuck

As someone who is about to finish the Joyful, here's my opinion about the series:
 
The First is a Yume Nikki clone, and is a bit of a prelude to The Painful with some characters that do get vaguely mentioned throughout the series. It's not much, and you might as well watch it on YouTube instead of playing it yourself.
 
The Painful is the main course: It's a pretty unique RPG despite being made in RPGMaker. Despite having a few little issues, it is one of the best indie RPGs. The story is quite good, it also got a good bunch of humor despite the setting being pretty fucking bleak. It knows to find a good balance between funny moments and 'oh god what the absolute fuck' moments. One of the most interesting things about it, is how the choices that you make have actually an impact on the gameplay, villages and the fate of some characters. It's not like Telltale's 'lol this guy will die one chapter later anyway', some of the choices that you make will screw over some characters, or will end up saving them. That is, if they don't die later on against a Mutant. That every party Character outside of Brad is killable doesn't help either with that. One word of advice with that: Especially the first act loves to throw some very, very nasty surprises at you if you aren't careful. Speaking about the party characters, there are a lot of them, and you won't end up using every single one during one playthrough. They do differ a lot from each other though, so if one of them bites the dust, it isn't like you could replace them with someone who does exactly the same. Some of those characters are memorable (which will also get the most use), while others don't add much at all.  The soundtrack is also good, despite being also pretty weird sometimes. It fits with the vibe of the game, to say so.
 
The Joyful is pretty much an epilogue chapter. As you are on your own, it doesn't have much interesting things gameplay-wise. It's mostly to wrap LISA's story up in a 2-4 hour epilogue chapter. Some of the more mysterious non-party characters from The Painful get some development, so your opinion might vary if it is a good or bad thing. For some characters it is decent, for some, it isn't. It also lacks most of the trademark humor of The Painful, yet it certainly has it's moments. Especially the final few bosses are memorable. The soundtrack is probably the best thing about it though.

They are unlikely to leave UK since they need welfare from someone, and EU said they won't just take them in just like that. They would need to keep afloat for few years while trying to tick all the boxes EU tosses at them, also fun fact, none of member states right now does not meet criteria for joining EU.

They need UK, badly. 
 
As for EU itself, my 2 main bugbears are stagnating economy, and overwhelming bureaucracy. 
Predecesors of current EU were designed as free trade unions that benefited all it's member states, making their businesses more competitive against ones from outside union. Currently, thanks to World Trade Organization, tariffs on products from outside EU have fallen drasticly to 12% on agricultural products and 4% manufacured goods, but years of protectionism have left large amounts of unefficient manufactures weak and not able to compete with flood of cheaper/better products from all over the world. That stumped the growth to almost halt or sometimes small regress, and increased unemployment that also does not help. But that's a not thing that bugs me most, but the constant regulation of businesses. It favours big corporations that send their people to lobby changes that are they can deal with, and small businesses can't. It reminds me one of pillars of communism - centrally controlled economy, where party decides what and how will be produced to keep even inefficient running, except with a twist to hinder anyone trying to get into manufacturing/running whatever.
The other bigger bugbear is the EU itself is basicly definition of bureaucracy, with little to nothing being done in a way you and me can do anything about. Your only influence in the process is choosing your MEP and writing angry letters. Your MEP can only vote on anything European Commision has farted out. No proposing new laws, no changes to old ones, nothing. European commision is body that does not answer to nobody, is put together from people no one heard about or voted for. These people while sitting in their building, that eerily resembles Tower of Babel, grow more and more deattached from reality, scribbling laws and regulations noone asked for (apart from corporations that lobbied for them). 
Not really.
British export to EU last year was 11073.00 million GBP of 44945.00 million GBP total. Main export partners are: the United States (16.6 percent), Germany (10.7 percent), France (6.3 percent), the Netherlands (6.1 percent), Ireland (5.9 percent) and China (4.5 percent). Their best sellers are:
Machines, engines, pumps: US$63.9 billion (13.9% of total exports) Gems, precious metals: $53 billion (11.5%) Vehicles: $50.7 billion (11%) Pharmaceuticals: $36 billion (7.8%) Oil: $33.2 billion (7.2%) Electronic equipment: $29 billion (6.3%) Aircraft, spacecraft: $18.9 billion (4.1%) Medical, technical equipment: $18.4 billion (4%) Organic chemicals: $14 billion (3%) Plastics: $11.8 billion (2.6%) These are not bread and oranges, these kind of products are gonna sell anyway, even with 4% tariff on them. And since they will not have EU tariffs on import, Ghana and Malaysia are already all over their dick trying to score some nice deals.

I wouldn't say so yet. It is to be seen what will happen, but I don't think Scotland leaving UK is likely.  We'll have to see.
Thing is, that you burgers need to understand, EU is not a federation, no matter how much president Juncker wants it to be so. It's states are supposed to be sovereign, and with current leadership it's questionable (exhibit 1. polish Constitutional Court debacle, with EU going full sperg mode, just when Luxembourg is trying to delete it's all together because it's in the way). 
EU is a sinking ship, especially now, with gaping hole where UK was. Constructive thing to do now for Brussels is to analyze their mistakes and develop a new plan of action to avoid domino effect of next states leaving. France is already near the door, and looking at how well will bongs do on their own.

I'd love to attend these but my schedule just doesn't line up.

Rule #1 of firearm safety: ALWAYS assume firearm is loaded. Check the chamber and clear if needed.

I've had some really weird dreams lately. Decided to write some of them down which made some sort of sense at least, there were enough which frankly didn't make any sort of sense at all. Most of these don't either, at least they got some coherent parts in them.
 
Dream 1: This one started off at some farms, in what I presumed to be Eastern Europe by the looks of the place and the machinery in and near the farms. It's rainy, and apparently, I am with some militia/army-like group, who seem to pass by the farmstead. Everyone of the group is armed with rifles and the like, and body armor as well. Seems like we were marching to another location. It's raining lightly, and as such, the place is quite muddy. While walking, the squad is talking in a few different languages, mostly English, but also German, French and Dutch. In fact, the Dutch guys I was talking with did really sound like my friends from high school and university. Loads of complaining about the rain, but also about how the guys up front aren't really paying attention to their surroundings. I'm walking in front too, and from what I presume to be a pretty steep hill around 500 meters away, I spot some weird sort of light. Before I realize what it is, a machine gun opened fire on the squad from the same direction as the hill, I hear the sound of them unleashing lead at blistering rates, and I see the bullets impact the ground right in front of me, and coming nearer really quickly. I flinched for a moment, while the others are already shouting to find cover while diving into cover, with some guys shouting in English and Dutch '[Jordax] (the guys used my forename), what the hell are you doing, seek cover!' So I seemed to dive into safety at the last moment, into what was basically an alcove in the side of one of the farmhouses, leading to some sort of alley as well. Just as I shout 'Bloody hell, that was close!' after getting up into cover, and want to shout something else about the situation, before suddenly flinching, and noticing that I have been actually hit, near the lower right side of my ribcage, where a visible blood spatter is forming through the clothing and body armor. I mumbled out a faint 'I-I c-can walk this one off...' before slumping over against a wall, while trying to stop the bleeding at my right lower ribcage by clutching it. A few other people of the squad saw that, and they sounded hysteric, and shout things like '[Jordax]'s been hit!' 'Get a fucking medic to him now!'. To be honest, I might have been hit really badly, I couldn't exactly see how big the wound was. Anyway, that wound really hurt, and I am just trying my best to stay concious. I take a look around the alcove, and see that one of the corners is about the single most dirty corner you could think of. It looked like an open toilet, that was how dirty it was. While seeing that, my thoughts are 'Fuck it, I am not dying in this filthy corner here', before waking up out of the dream.
 
Dream 2: Alright, this one got really, really weird eventually. It also got what seemed to be time skips. It started off in a old medieval-like castle, in a dungeon/prison tower section of the castle to be exact. I woke up there in a cell, and shortly after, I got let out of the cell by a guard. The guy was heavily decked out in armor and was also armed pretty well, so no point risking an escape when he was that nearby. I was led by him to another part of the castle, but I didn't know what exactly at that point. While getting led throughout some of the more barren stone castle halls, which were getting illuminated brightly by the late afternoon twilight happening outside, I notice that the few guards we are passing are looking at me really strangely. Eventually, I got led down into some sort of courtroom. Some lord/judge guy, whoever he was, did read out a huge list of stuff and more stuff I presume to be not good news at all. The thing is, I seemed to be in a complete daze for most of it. All I knew was, that it wasn't much good, and that I might have done something really horrible beforehand. To sum it up, I got sentenced to death for whatever I did. The lord/judge did however, grant me a last request/wish, by saying 'Any last wish, monster?'. I answered by saying 'One last walk outside...', yet when I tried to say that, what came out wasn't my usual voice. It wasn't human either, which really freaked me out the most about it. It sounded a bit like it, but it sounded more like a growl than being anything closely resembling a human voice. So yeah, that was the point in the dream I realized I wasn't human. When looking around, I noticed in a far-off mirror I didn't notice earlier, that whatever I was, it oddly enough did resemble a Lucario a bit. (All of my fucking what?) But anyway, I got that last wish granted, and I was led out by a group of guards for one last walk over the castle walls. It was about to become night-time, the sun was about to go down slowly. Just as I am thinking how this seems rather fitting, I get shoved hard from behind. Before I know what is happening, I get sent falling down the castle walls on the outside. It was at least 20 meters up. Somehow, I landed pretty normally despite the height. Sure, my legs and arms were hurting quite a bit, I felt dazed for a little bit, but it didn't feel like I was seriously injured. The first thing that came up in my mind, was to just run like hell, get the hell away from said castle. So I ran away from the place as quickly as I could, into a pretty open field. I didn't care what direction it was, along it was away from that castle. Cut to a good while later, it's deep into the night now, and I'm wading through a creek in some sort of valley-like area ,still not feeling tired at all despite noticing that I am actually pretty hurt. It's at that moment that I finally realize that nobody did actually chase me down, or at least, as far it looked like. At that point, it felt like I had ran for a couple of hours. So, I let out a sigh of relief, and just looked back after wading through said creek. I decided to sit down for a bit, and wondered about why nobody or nothing was actually chasing me in my escape. Or who the hell pushed me off in the first place. Or what the hell happened in general. That is pretty much where that dream ended.
 
Dream 3: The dream started off with a huge family meeting/party at my uncle's home. Everyone was there, and like in real-life, my 9-year old cousin managed to annoy absolutely everyone within record time. Still, a good time was had by everyone. Suddenly, a perspective shift took place. It was of some men outside a shack in the desert.  Probably in America.  The shack was two floors, was from wood, and had a staircase outside leading to the second floor balcony-like entrance. It seemed that it was after an apocalyptic event of some sorts, since there were oblivious signs of decay around in the area. Some guy who suspiciously looked like Walter JR from Breaking Bad comes back from a walk with his dog (I barely watched that series, so that was weird.), and says that there seems something off about the desert at that moment. The radio talks at that moment about a refugee tribe refusing to be settled anywhere near the desert after some unexplainable and scaring paranormal stuff happened in the camps situated near the desert. Just then, Walt's dog starts freaking out like crazy, and barks non-stop towards the desert, where a seriously stormy sky is coming from. It's a really weird sky as well. It could be happening in real-life, but it looked almost otherworldly. Some other fellow starts uttering about the things in the desert coming near. The man of whom I was seeing this from, was getting antsy as well, and suggests Walt and the dog should get back into the two-floor shack NOW. The man, however, has terrible walking problems, and thus made his way towards the shack, which had a stair outside to the second floor, very, very slowly. Almost at a crawling pace somehow. Just as he is about to walk under that stair towards the door, he notices sand falling from it. While there isn't any wind in the area at all yet. Indicating that SOMETHING is walking on it. He sets a step back. Nothing but a huge moving shadow is on the stairs. He screams. The dream ends here.
 
Dream 4:Family trip to some American city with my family. Drove around a city before driving into it with a classical Chevrolet muscle car. We made our way to a historic hotel downtown, where I somehow get a very strange flashback. It's the same hotel in the 50s, and the Nazis somehow made their way across the Atlantic. (Wolfenstein: The New Order much?) They are in the hotel making a deal with people who did look like typical 30s-40s mafia types. Before I know it, someone in the hotel cafe blows his cover, and all hell breaks loose. The guy where I am seeing this flashback through, manages to survive the massive brawl, and ends up assassinating the Nazi commander with his own pistol. He goes back to his room with his compatriots for a bit, before returning to the dining room. To his surprise, he sees the majority of the people who were shot in the brawl getting back up on their feet. They claim to be part of multiple Allied spying agencies and resistance groups who were also out to assassinate the Nazis who had gathered in the hotel. But somehow, most of their pistols were filled with blanks. There are a few people staying dead though. The person I am seeing this through, notices that some of the presumed dead Nazis have disappeared, and thus concludes that they have fled the building after faking their deaths. He walks towards the main entrance hallway where he shot the Nazi commander, only to find out in horror that his own pistol was filled with blanks as well, and that the commander escaped as well, seeing that the body has disappeared. As such, the spy agencies and the resistance fighters hurry back to their rooms to start evacuating from the hotel. The dream ended shortly after that.
 
Also, damn this post got way longer than I first expected when I started typing it out. My dreaming subconscious is just really damn weird. I've still got some smaller ones too, although I will probably talk about some of them another time.

I've had some really weird dreams lately. Decided to write some of them down which made some sort of sense at least, there were enough which frankly didn't make any sort of sense at all. Most of these don't either, at least they got some coherent parts in them.
 
Dream 1: This one started off at some farms, in what I presumed to be Eastern Europe by the looks of the place and the machinery in and near the farms. It's rainy, and apparently, I am with some militia/army-like group, who seem to pass by the farmstead. Everyone of the group is armed with rifles and the like, and body armor as well. Seems like we were marching to another location. It's raining lightly, and as such, the place is quite muddy. While walking, the squad is talking in a few different languages, mostly English, but also German, French and Dutch. In fact, the Dutch guys I was talking with did really sound like my friends from high school and university. Loads of complaining about the rain, but also about how the guys up front aren't really paying attention to their surroundings. I'm walking in front too, and from what I presume to be a pretty steep hill around 500 meters away, I spot some weird sort of light. Before I realize what it is, a machine gun opened fire on the squad from the same direction as the hill, I hear the sound of them unleashing lead at blistering rates, and I see the bullets impact the ground right in front of me, and coming nearer really quickly. I flinched for a moment, while the others are already shouting to find cover while diving into cover, with some guys shouting in English and Dutch '[Jordax] (the guys used my forename), what the hell are you doing, seek cover!' So I seemed to dive into safety at the last moment, into what was basically an alcove in the side of one of the farmhouses, leading to some sort of alley as well. Just as I shout 'Bloody hell, that was close!' after getting up into cover, and want to shout something else about the situation, before suddenly flinching, and noticing that I have been actually hit, near the lower right side of my ribcage, where a visible blood spatter is forming through the clothing and body armor. I mumbled out a faint 'I-I c-can walk this one off...' before slumping over against a wall, while trying to stop the bleeding at my right lower ribcage by clutching it. A few other people of the squad saw that, and they sounded hysteric, and shout things like '[Jordax]'s been hit!' 'Get a fucking medic to him now!'. To be honest, I might have been hit really badly, I couldn't exactly see how big the wound was. Anyway, that wound really hurt, and I am just trying my best to stay concious. I take a look around the alcove, and see that one of the corners is about the single most dirty corner you could think of. It looked like an open toilet, that was how dirty it was. While seeing that, my thoughts are 'Fuck it, I am not dying in this filthy corner here', before waking up out of the dream.
 
Dream 2: Alright, this one got really, really weird eventually. It also got what seemed to be time skips. It started off in a old medieval-like castle, in a dungeon/prison tower section of the castle to be exact. I woke up there in a cell, and shortly after, I got let out of the cell by a guard. The guy was heavily decked out in armor and was also armed pretty well, so no point risking an escape when he was that nearby. I was led by him to another part of the castle, but I didn't know what exactly at that point. While getting led throughout some of the more barren stone castle halls, which were getting illuminated brightly by the late afternoon twilight happening outside, I notice that the few guards we are passing are looking at me really strangely. Eventually, I got led down into some sort of courtroom. Some lord/judge guy, whoever he was, did read out a huge list of stuff and more stuff I presume to be not good news at all. The thing is, I seemed to be in a complete daze for most of it. All I knew was, that it wasn't much good, and that I might have done something really horrible beforehand. To sum it up, I got sentenced to death for whatever I did. The lord/judge did however, grant me a last request/wish, by saying 'Any last wish, monster?'. I answered by saying 'One last walk outside...', yet when I tried to say that, what came out wasn't my usual voice. It wasn't human either, which really freaked me out the most about it. It sounded a bit like it, but it sounded more like a growl than being anything closely resembling a human voice. So yeah, that was the point in the dream I realized I wasn't human. When looking around, I noticed in a far-off mirror I didn't notice earlier, that whatever I was, it oddly enough did resemble a Lucario a bit. (All of my fucking what?) But anyway, I got that last wish granted, and I was led out by a group of guards for one last walk over the castle walls. It was about to become night-time, the sun was about to go down slowly. Just as I am thinking how this seems rather fitting, I get shoved hard from behind. Before I know what is happening, I get sent falling down the castle walls on the outside. It was at least 20 meters up. Somehow, I landed pretty normally despite the height. Sure, my legs and arms were hurting quite a bit, I felt dazed for a little bit, but it didn't feel like I was seriously injured. The first thing that came up in my mind, was to just run like hell, get the hell away from said castle. So I ran away from the place as quickly as I could, into a pretty open field. I didn't care what direction it was, along it was away from that castle. Cut to a good while later, it's deep into the night now, and I'm wading through a creek in some sort of valley-like area ,still not feeling tired at all despite noticing that I am actually pretty hurt. It's at that moment that I finally realize that nobody did actually chase me down, or at least, as far it looked like. At that point, it felt like I had ran for a couple of hours. So, I let out a sigh of relief, and just looked back after wading through said creek. I decided to sit down for a bit, and wondered about why nobody or nothing was actually chasing me in my escape. Or who the hell pushed me off in the first place. Or what the hell happened in general. That is pretty much where that dream ended.
 
Dream 3: The dream started off with a huge family meeting/party at my uncle's home. Everyone was there, and like in real-life, my 9-year old cousin managed to annoy absolutely everyone within record time. Still, a good time was had by everyone. Suddenly, a perspective shift took place. It was of some men outside a shack in the desert.  Probably in America.  The shack was two floors, was from wood, and had a staircase outside leading to the second floor balcony-like entrance. It seemed that it was after an apocalyptic event of some sorts, since there were oblivious signs of decay around in the area. Some guy who suspiciously looked like Walter JR from Breaking Bad comes back from a walk with his dog (I barely watched that series, so that was weird.), and says that there seems something off about the desert at that moment. The radio talks at that moment about a refugee tribe refusing to be settled anywhere near the desert after some unexplainable and scaring paranormal stuff happened in the camps situated near the desert. Just then, Walt's dog starts freaking out like crazy, and barks non-stop towards the desert, where a seriously stormy sky is coming from. It's a really weird sky as well. It could be happening in real-life, but it looked almost otherworldly. Some other fellow starts uttering about the things in the desert coming near. The man of whom I was seeing this from, was getting antsy as well, and suggests Walt and the dog should get back into the two-floor shack NOW. The man, however, has terrible walking problems, and thus made his way towards the shack, which had a stair outside to the second floor, very, very slowly. Almost at a crawling pace somehow. Just as he is about to walk under that stair towards the door, he notices sand falling from it. While there isn't any wind in the area at all yet. Indicating that SOMETHING is walking on it. He sets a step back. Nothing but a huge moving shadow is on the stairs. He screams. The dream ends here.
 
Dream 4:Family trip to some American city with my family. Drove around a city before driving into it with a classical Chevrolet muscle car. We made our way to a historic hotel downtown, where I somehow get a very strange flashback. It's the same hotel in the 50s, and the Nazis somehow made their way across the Atlantic. (Wolfenstein: The New Order much?) They are in the hotel making a deal with people who did look like typical 30s-40s mafia types. Before I know it, someone in the hotel cafe blows his cover, and all hell breaks loose. The guy where I am seeing this flashback through, manages to survive the massive brawl, and ends up assassinating the Nazi commander with his own pistol. He goes back to his room with his compatriots for a bit, before returning to the dining room. To his surprise, he sees the majority of the people who were shot in the brawl getting back up on their feet. They claim to be part of multiple Allied spying agencies and resistance groups who were also out to assassinate the Nazis who had gathered in the hotel. But somehow, most of their pistols were filled with blanks. There are a few people staying dead though. The person I am seeing this through, notices that some of the presumed dead Nazis have disappeared, and thus concludes that they have fled the building after faking their deaths. He walks towards the main entrance hallway where he shot the Nazi commander, only to find out in horror that his own pistol was filled with blanks as well, and that the commander escaped as well, seeing that the body has disappeared. As such, the spy agencies and the resistance fighters hurry back to their rooms to start evacuating from the hotel. The dream ended shortly after that.
 
Also, damn this post got way longer than I first expected when I started typing it out. My dreaming subconscious is just really damn weird. I've still got some smaller ones too, although I will probably talk about some of them another time.

front pulls into case, back pushes out, same way your CPU cooler goes (unless you have a stock one)
 
also, vacuum cleaner/ compessed air and clean that mofo, you will be suprised with results

Trip report
 
Distance flown: 20,000 miles, 32,000 km
 
Hours spent in plane: 48
 
major places visited: New York City, Taipei, Taichung, Yilan city, wuling farm ( part of taichung), Hong Kong.
 
time spent: 56 days
 
Life experiences learned: priceless
 

So today's my 18th birthday, got to grab my normal drivers license (I only had a red-pink-ish paper of sorts that basically acts as a temporary drivers license) and some cake.
This cake.
This freakin' cake decoration.
GG WP, family.

I enjoy reading the old 538 posts (and also just about every other political "expert"'s opinions) about how Trump would never, ever be a serious contender.
 
I should be a political analyst, these current ones are worth jack shit.

I remembered my pass!
 
Time to leave for another six months.

SPUFcom Update
 
We did it boys!
 
The Radio Tower
 
With the Human populace saved from their Soylent fate and enraged at the Advent regime,
SPUFcom siezed the opportunity and prepared an assault on the Alien Headquarters.
 
The Final Assault
 
With the alien base in ruins and hierarchy dead or dying, the only thing left for us was to go home as heroes, Mission Complete!
The worldwide resistance quickly took care of the remaining Advent forces.
With no way for them to call in reinforcements, it was only a matter of time until the last Ayy was kicked off this Earth and the party could begin.
 
Fortunately, SPUFcom was prepared this time and had already liberated the celebratory drinks.
Our team of mostly brave heroes can finally rest.
 

 
Meet the members of SPUFcom! (And Death Report)
 
And with that, the Tale of Spufcom is over, hey I actually finished this one!

If you shoot stuff dead before it shoots you, you will probably not die.

Today in work I was told I was starting on a project, codenamed "Puttermouth" internally, soon enough that would be interesting but first I had to sign an NDA saying I wouldn't disclose it's location.
 
Got a look at some of the documents related to it after signing it. SpaceX, Tesla, Siemens logos greet me.
 
 
I'm fucking working on the feasibility prototype of Hypeloop.