Traitorfish
The Tighnahulish Kid
With all this blether, I'd have pegged you all for bards.
Actually, they just sound like players.With all this blether, I'd have pegged you all for bards.
Warrior Bards if you please. But Players is better.With all this blether, I'd have pegged you all for bards.
Warrior Bards if you please. But Players is better.
gun-howitzer beats MGScrew magic or swords. I'll take a machine gun any day.
Today I learned that diacetylmorphine was marketed under the trade name Heroin by Bayer Pharmaceuticals and was originally marketed as a cough suppressant before it was finally outlawed.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroin#History
Play the Fallout games and you can get to use all of the above, plus powered armour and a car with a nuclear engine.Screw magic or swords. I'll take a machine gun any day.
This reminds me of how, to this day, cocaine in some parts of the Spañish-speaking world is still called ‘merca’, because it was once marketed by pharmaceutical giant Merck.Today I learned that diacetylmorphine was marketed under the trade name Heroin by Bayer Pharmaceuticals and was originally marketed as a cough suppressant before it was finally outlawed.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroin#History
It's ironic that Adam West was voicing himself/Catman concurrently, isn't it?Cat Crossbow FTW
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No no no no. We old farts are mages, hanging back, hurling fireballs and spells of confusion. Of course, our eyesight isn't the best, and so only the gods know who'll we'll hit.
Fooey. Mages are sissies. Melee is the source of greatness. But I will accept a + to strength.
With all this blether, I'd have pegged you all for bards.
They really played fast and loose regarding which events happened when, and there were some extraneous storylines like a werewolf in the forest and the marriages and affairs of Mary's ladies-in-waiting.Of course, there was only about one year in which Henri II was king and Elizabeth I was queen, but given that Francois II was already dead by 1560, I'm guessing they covered that very specific year.
Fizban, is that you?No no no no. We old farts are mages, hanging back, hurling fireballs and spells of confusion. Of course, our eyesight isn't the best, and so only the gods know who'll we'll hit.
*conjures up a Rust Monster, which promptly reduces Birdjaguar's metal weapons... to rust*Fooey. Mages are sissies. Melee is the source of greatness. But I will accept a + to strength.
One of my DMs once insisted he needed a bard character, and since nobody else wanted to do it, I ended up with the job. He graciously allowed me to choose my own instrument, assuming I'd pick something nice like a flute, or maybe a lute.With all this blether, I'd have pegged you all for bards.
Do they still teach history in 10th grade? From talking to the younger generations, it seems that they don't anymore.
In my high school, we had 4 classes per day, assuming that two of them were the 2-hour 5-credit courses and two were the 1-hour 3-credit courses. Add in noon hour, and that was a 9 am - 4 pm day.I would be surprised if they do, I'll have to see if my daughter who is just starting HS still has her '4 year plan' around somewhere. When i was in HS 25 years ago we had 7-8 classes each day, now they have 4-5 (class periods are twice as long), so what would normally be a year long class is now one semester. With all the advanced math and science, foreign language and other classes 'required' if they plan on going to college there isn't as much room for 'electives' and study halls like back in my day (study hall is non existent as far as I can tell, since the class periods have doubled). Algebra I, which I didn't do until HS, now that is covered in middle school, classes I didn't take until grade 12 (if at all) she's taking them by grade 10.
I didn't allow travel time in my case, because I lived so close to the school - just a 5-minute walk, which I shortened by cutting through a couple of yards where the owners didn't mind as long as the dogs didn't and I didn't leave the gate open.My school was 4 classes a day, 1hr 15min each, two semesters a year. Get on bus at 8 AM, get home at 4 PM.
Give a monkey enough darts and they’ll beat the market. So says a draft article by Research Affiliates highlighting the simulated results of 100 monkeys throwing darts at the stock pages in a newspaper. The average monkey outperformed the index by an average of 1.7 percent per year since 1964. That’s a lot of bananas!
What is all this monkey business? It started in 1973 when Princeton University professor Burton Malkiel claimed in his bestselling book, A Random Walk Down Wall Street, that “A blindfolded monkey throwing darts at a newspaper's financial pages could select a portfolio that would do just as well as one carefully selected by experts.”