Kaymyth

Ayup. When I was a teenager I graduated to fervently wishing that the TARDIS would materialize in my backyard.

THERE YOU ARE Thou art a wise child.

Alternatively: Whatever caused Wax to think he saw Bloody Tan is the same thing that is causing that Steelrunner to think she's seeing her dead brother. Maybe a kandra, but it seems more likely something related to whatever force was manipulating Miles.

New idea: What if hemalurgy, at least inasfar as the Set's goals, is a red herring? In fact, what if Allomancy itself isn't the primary goal of the breeding program? What if, instead, by going after Spook's descendents, they're trying to breed a strong Allomantic line specifically for the purpose of establishing a monarchy? I know, I know, it's got more holes in it than Swiss cheese. EDIT: I just took a shower; I do some of my best thinking in the shower. So, some elaboration: We know that the Elendel Basin is a hodgepodge of different city governments. This fits into the supposition that the Set may be aware of the existence of the Southern Scadrians. They assume (possibly rightly) that the Southern people have a single, united government. The Basin is extremely rich land, ripe for potential conquest. A mishmash of different governments would have a hard time putting up a resistance to an organized invading force, particularly if that force is using the Metallic Arts in a way that the Northern Scadrians have never seen before. So, perhaps the Set's goal is one of political power, rather than Allomantic. Breed a gaggle of kids from the Lord Mistborn's line. (Wish wistfully for a moment that Vin and Elend had had a chance to have kids, then go for the next-best line.) Ingrain them with your own values, train them to bow to your wisdom. Select from that pool a child who has qualities best-suited for rulership; charisma, intelligence (but not too much), etc. Create some political strife such that people start wishing for a better system, wait for the right moment, and then install that child as the king of Elendel. Start expanding. Focus power into a united front. Maybe, when the Southern Scadrians show up, a strong government would be enough to avert an invasion. If it isn't, though, you're in a better position to resist it. So, there you go. Start pouring water into my chunk of cheese and watch as I madly try to stick corks into the holes.

Control/alt/up-arrow will flip a desktop screen upside-down. Control/alt/down-arrow flips it back again. I do this to coworkers on a regular basis. It's corporate policy that we're supposed to lock our screens when we leave our desks; that's my friendly way of pointing out that they forgot. Nobody's ever gotten me yet.

.... Oh, I know I'm being overly pedantic, but She's one of my gods. It's Bast. The extra 't' ending came about from the later ancient Egyptian language getting lazy and starting to drop their t's. The extra hieroglyph was a reminder to folks to actually pronounce the feminine 't' ending. Egyptologists just didn't figure this out until later, because the later version of the written language is what they found first. And that concludes your lesson in Kemeticism for the day. If your throat gets sore, apple cider mix with a splash of apple cider vinegar and some honey to cut the sourness works wonders on soothing things.

For anyone not familiar with the Annoy-A-Tron, it is a device sold by ThinkGeek. Cleverly disguised as a piece of computer guts, its sole purpose in life is to beep. That's all, just beep. At random intervals from, I think, 2-8 minutes or something ridiculous like that. It has a magnet attached to it, so it can be secreted onto anything that a magnet will cling to, including the inside of a computer case. It is, I must say, rather diabolical.

Well, a well-hidden Annoy-A-Tron could probably ruin a man's life by sending him completely 'round the bend. So, about the same level, really.

Annoy-A-Trons should be reserved for terrible wrongdoers like supervillains and corrupt politicians. Well. So long as he knows that his absence has been noted. I can flip off the Forum Mom switch and stop worrying, then.

...on second thought, the Annoy-A-Tron might actually be going too far. Those things are just a bit too evil. On another subject, where the heck is Kobold King? I haven't seen him post on this thread in days. It's not like him to hide from the randomness for so long.

Sticky googly eyes to anthropomorphize all of his office supplies...cover every surface in posty notes...Annoy-A-Tron tucked away someplace...

What you should really do is wait until your last day, and then prank the everstorming rust out of him. Does he have an office? I have so many non-destructive yet evil ideas....

You are all terrible people and you should feel bad. (I leaven this statement with upvotes.)

Starship captain. This is pretty much what I wanted to be when I was a little kid. I was bitterly disappointed when I got old enough to understand that Starfleet Academy wasn't a real thing. Since I can't be that, I still don't really know what I want to be when I grow up. Probably do creative stuff. But that doesn't pay the bills, so instead, I work an office job to feed my creative hobbies.

Thank you, dear gods, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

*snipping quote for length* This is one of the most beautiful things that I've ever read. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! (Except for the dude from Jupiter Ascending; he kind of creeped me out. ) But....this is where I'm trying to go with some of my cosplays. I've already created a Zelda: Warrior Princess costume. (Take Zelda, recast her as Link, costume appropriately.) Now with working on the Jean Grey, I'm trying to go to a place of, "This is not particularly sexy, but gorram is it ever cool." Scale mail. Chain mail. Leather. All vital pieces covered. I'm probably going to overheat in the darned thing, but it'll be worth it.

Kind of makes you wonder how many noble kids really did Snap back then, but nobody had the right metals to test them with.

Not that I know of. I have a seldom-used account on the GitP forums, and I've never seen an official name bandied about. Doesn't mean there isn't one, though. Just means that I didn't look very hard.

I think the point that you're missing is that it actually takes finding other people like you to discover that you aren't broken. Most people on the aromantic/asexual spectrum really do believe that there's something wrong with them until they realize that there are other people like them. Our culture places a high value on finding a romantic partner. Every day, thousands of messages and cues bombard us to tell us that a happy relationship is the pinnacle of the human experience. You can't watch a movie, read a book, even listen to the radio without love stories littering the ground like so many pebbles. For people who don't feel that, who don't experience that level of attraction, it's a thousand messages a day telling them that there's something wrong with them. It's not about being deliberately ostracized - it's about the entire world telling you that you're Doing It Wrong every single day of your life. That is a rough gig, man. Of course asexual and aromantic people feel lost and alone. Of course they take solace in finding each other. "There is a name for what I am! It's a real thing! I'm not broken!" These are very powerful things to suddenly be able to say to yourself for the first time in your life.

That music makes for some very nice atmosphere. I can't help but wonder what a Venetian blindfold is, though. A mask that has little slats over the eyeholes that can be opened or closed?

We got another one!

Pagecount creep is a glorious thing.

Hee! Thank you. And here's the photographic evidence that it existed: Carry on now, back to business as usual.

I am ONE upvote away from the "So Leet Hoid Can't Compete" rep level.

Dimension is singular! No 's' on the end! /pedant