Kaymyth

Sushi literally means "sticky rice" in Japanese - it's referring to the method of presentation with rice. Sushi can have raw fish, or cooked fish, or be completely vegetarian. Sashimi is the raw fish without the rice. All of it is delicious.

Moved as requested. In the future, all you need to do is report a post. You don't have to hunt and peck for mod names of people who may or may not be around at a given time. Just throw it into the Report queue and the next available staff person will see it.

Speaking from the all of the points of view of a musician, a person with an education degree, and a current position in management - whatever their justifications for it, it's an absolutely terrible system that's put you in an untenable position. I have absolutely zero respect for the educators and administrators who are holding you to this, and I really don't care for their excuses one way or another.

Still, how can they possibly tie your grade to something that requires you to skip other classes? That is extraordinarily poor design on the part of the school administrators.

Mine is the Doctor Who theme. However, in my circle, this is not at all uncommon and often somebody's phone goes off and six of us check to see if it's ours.

I'll have to get a new photo hosting site, which I'm honestly overdue for anyway.

I have crocheted four Porgs so far. Pooooooorgs

We actually do have a forum for groups - scroll all the way down to the bottom on the main forum page.

Yes, you should have edited. If it's been, like, days we'll allow a double post, but a few hours isn't long at all. Please remember this for the future. It's the differences in air pressure; the shower is presumably hot, heating up the air inside the curtain. Warm air rises and spills over the top of the curtain rod. That air has to be replaced, so you have cooler outside air trying to suck in on the bottom, thus blowing the bottom of the curtain inwards.

That's a lot of people's reaction, actually. Basically, spambots that advertised Near East witchery services. They were kind of adorable.

Back in the good old days, it was Vashikaran Love Magic bots. Now we just get boring snake oil supplement spammers, which isn't nearly as much fun.

Friend: "I am but a humble potato." Me: "Nonsense! You are, at the very least, a mighty yam."

I love both Star Trek and Star Wars. I create causality errors in the geek-time continuum where'er I go.

It was -4 F this morning when I got up. (That's -20 C for the rest of the world.) I am done with winter. So done. You've had enough time to kill all the bugs, go away now.

I would actually dispute this theory - Wax's Feruchemy would actually make it much less likely that one of his descendants could be a Mistborn. The genes really don't like each other.

Thank you. This is the Schroedie-kitty at naptime. She was the prettiest little tortie tabby you ever did see.

Some years ago, when my husband and I were still just dating, we rescued a kitten. Half-starved loaded down with parasites, and about half the size she should have been (at 11 weeks old, the vet thought she was only 6 weeks at first), and was basically on the brink of death. We got her dewormed, defleaed, and healthy and happy. Turns out, James is allergic to cats. He tolerated it like a champ for a couple of years, but eventually it got the point where he just couldn't handle it anymore. So I rehomed Schroedie with a friend. (Yes. I named my female cat Schroedinger. Because of course I did.) Yesterday, my friend had to rush Schroedie to the emergency vet. She was hospitalized with what looked like a severe case of acute pancreatitis. It's a thing that can sneak up out of nowhere with kitties, and cats are notorious for hiding their symptoms when they're sick. Half an hour ago, I got the call that Schroedie had passed away. Thanks to us, she got seven years of a good life that she would not have otherwise had. But still, I has a sad. My kitty died.

It is remarkably satisfying to catch and ban spambots before they've had a chance to annoy anybody into reporting their posts.

Universe 1: I work for a secret government agency that toils to protect our fair citizens from supernatural and otherwise spooky threats. And also to make sure that non-threatening supernatural types are okay. This involves everything from tracking Bigfeet to offering directions to lost UFOs to preventing the annual Great Turkey (the bird, not the country) Uprising. And also checking on the country's road construction crews to make sure that the road-glyphs keeping Elder Gods happily slumbering away beneath the earth and not waking up and devouring us all are properly in place. I was recruited one day many years ago after I single-handedly apprehended a misbehaving poltergeist by grabbing it by the ear and sternly demanding to know what its mother would think of these shenanigans. The authorities were impressed. Universe 2: I'm a supervisor in a normal office job in Corporate America. I originally started there through a temp agency, did a good enough job to get hired on permanently, and successfully conned everybody into thinking that I am a responsible adult to the point where they promoted me into management. (The poor fools.) If you're having trouble getting hired on directly, temp agencies can be a good way to get your foot in the door somewhere. I'll leave you to decide which universe we're actually living in.

It's important to remember that the Catacendre was a massive population bottleneck for North Scadrial. The limited gene pool by necessity led to a lot of mixing of ethnicities; there simply weren't enough Terrisfolk left for them to not interbreed with the rest of the population. As stated above, Allomantic and Feruchemical genes interfere with each other. They get into little sDNA arguments that severely limit the amount of power one particular set of genes can bestow. It was the entering of Allomantic descendants into the Terris gene pool that led to the birth of Ferrings; by the same token, Feruchemical genes floating around will prevent a Mistborn from being born. There might possibly still be the potential for the occasional full Feruchemist popping up now and then, but Mistborn are pretty well done without genetic (be it scientific or Shardic) interference. On the up side, you get Twinborn, which are just cool. So there's that.

When Kylo and Rey's minds first started connecting, he made a comment about how, "This can't be you doing this; the strain would kill you." Force-projection is a bit beyond extremely taxing; Luke was not only able to pull it off, but manage it complete with fancy battle moves and imaginary lightsaber. He drained his reserves completely dry and then some; that's why he died.

You would think so. You'd really storming think so. Dang. That's downright dangerous; what if you were in a situation where you needed to call for help? What if you were using your phone's GPS system to navigate through someplace you're not familiar with? There's parental control, and then there's arbitrarily cutting your teen off from the outside world at a preordained time.

Durkon has always been a little less genre-savvy than some of his cohorts. It's hard to blame Durkula for not picking up on things that generally fly straight back his imprisoned host.

Maybe. It's either that, or I work a remarkably mundane job at a giant corporation. Guess which. (One of my amusements is when I manage to couch a Redacted, Inc post in such utter cavorting crazy that even @ThirdGen, who is my coworker, can't figure out what I'm actually talking about.) Eh, it happens. Today is better, but it's days like yesterday that I start having a really hard time telling the difference between company politics and junior high.