Exalted

Pet peeve: people on the Internet who don't use punctuation. It's just one extra key-press, people!

I heard a five-minute-long buildup once into "a Khondiss-ending khan dissenting condor-sending condescending con descending", except I'm not doing it justice because it was about twice as long as that. It was amazing. And terrible. But amazing.

What are you talking about? Tomorrow is National Ferris Wheel Day! (In America, at least.) So let's forget the romantic stuff and celebrate our support for our favorite circular-motion amusement park friends!

Sure. I know I'm still interested, but seeing as I'm the one who posted last, it wouldn't really make sense for me to restart it...

Finally! Someone else who understands!

When you reach the end of the first Lightbringer book and your only thought is

Lightsong: "I am now proposing to believe that God-or the universe, or time, or whatever you think controls all of this-is all really just a drunk monkey.” Kelsier: But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that one thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope." Elend: "Good men don't need to become legends. They just do what's right anyway.” (Quote is by Vin, but is describing Elend) Szeth: "Szeth-son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar, wore white on the day he was to kill a king." (Quote is from narration, but is describing Szeth) Szeth (Alternate): "What am I? I am...sorry."

All of that makes sense, just a couple things. 1. Yeah, evidence analysis and PoV/CAP analysis are two very different beasts. You can make PoV/CAP more obvious by saying things like, "[Person] was a government official trying to convince citizens that a new age of glory was around the corner, so he wrote that...", which is why I suggested mentioning author titles/positions in addition to writing the article numbers. 2. I was taught in APEC that synthesis meant either tying the essay content to on of the six PERSIA categories (not recommended, since it could go unnoticed), or saying that it was similar to x other event in x other time period and explaining the significance. (I.e. synthesis is dragging in some huge abstract concept or other event, being really obvious, and telling people that "these are similar because".) But if your teacher thinks you don't need to be all that obvious about it, by all means continue the way you're doing it.

We think so, but we haven't managed to rig up a contraption to test that yet. If not, we'll have to start worrying about the robot weight, and that's no fun.

Instead of watching the Super Bowl today, I was at school writing out the master code for our team's 2017 FRC robot. And it works! We can drive it around and shoot the plastic wiffle balls and even scoop them up if we want to! It's an amazing feeling. Now we just have to wait for the mechanical team to actually finish building the final bot and upload the code onto that...

@Silverblade5 As someone who took on the monstrosity that is APEC last year, I have a couple comments: It might make it easier on the people who grade them if you said something like, "Firstname Lastname, a Chinese inventor, claimed that... [evidence]." It makes it obvious that you're drawing from the documents and not just your prior knowledge. In your contextualization section, it might help if you were to list what some of the technological advancements were. I don't see any PoV/Purpose/Context/Audience analysis for the documents, which is worth an entire point out of the 7 possible. I also don't see an obvious synthesis, which is worth another of your 7. Your thesis appears to be two sentences, which as of last year was allowed but highly controversial. I'm not sure about what's going on with that this year, though, so you're probably good on that. Your evidence from sources other than the documents is sparse but present, although it might be wise to add more so that the graders have no excuse to dock you points. Your writing is great and your points are solid; you're just missing some of the things the AP rubric wants you to do. So as long as you add them in, you should be able to do really well on the AP exam, come May.

I started at the beginning of NuWho, which is as good of a place as any. (Meaning I started with Series 1, which aired in 2005, as opposed to Season 1, which aired in 1963.)

"Bad wolf". EDIT: Or, alternatively: "Hello, sweetie."

...well then. Oh! And for his second one, he can kidnap the president of the United States!

Oh, boy. This means we're going to get another transition on the level of Tennant -> Smith, where both the showrunner and the Doctor are retiring simultaneously... Let's hope this one is a little less jarring.

Slightly overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of so many strangers, Laeran started visibly as Dannon whirled about with his bow. He seized the True Source and before he knew what he was doing, he was halfway through the weave for a wall of Earth. When he realized that no one else was moving, he stopped self-consciously and held the weave unfinished, but kept it ready to complete. He wasn't that much of an idiot. "Who are you?" he asked none of them in particular, hoping at least one of them would respond. "And can we please put down our weapons and talk to each other without threat of dismemberment?"

Some more: Silence: Stoneward--tough, dependable, and not afraid to do what's necessary for herself and her family. Siri: Willshaper--a rebellious nature and love for adventure Sazed: Truthwatcher--he spends a better part of The Hero of Ages watching for truth. Not actively searching, just skimming his notes and watching. And one non-Cosmere one: David: Dustbringer--"My name is David Charleston. I kill people with superpowers." Can we do non-Sanderson characters on here? Or should we start a new thread for that?

Nah, that'd be Smeagol, wearing the One Ring so that he's invisible, trying to add to his collection.

Laeran shrugged, unsure. "I think there may have been a village a few days back, but I dunno. I avoided them all, and everything blends together when you travel like this..." A voice interrupted him, floating from a man on horseback who was quickly approaching. "Are you OK? What happened? How long ago?" Looking up, Laeran responded, "Trollocs, apparently, and recently. Do you know of any villages near here? Or a way we can get warning to people somewhere? The Trollocs are supposed to all be dead!" As he spoke, he pointedly did not look at Dannon stitching up his wounds, but he could still hear the noises. Swallowing his nausea, he noted the heron-marked blade on the stranger's hip. So, a blademaster, then. He could be useful to have along. At least until they reached a village. Then he wouldn't be having any of them along, because they would want to talk to the mayor or send a message to some more powerful government. He couldn't afford to stay for an extended period of time in a settlement, or word of him could reach the Black Tower. He hadn't seen any sign that he was being hunted, but being a deserter, he hadn't wanted to find out. No, once they reached somewhere with people, he would let the others deliver the message. Perhaps if it was a small town, he could go in. Smaller towns were less likely to send channelers to the Tower, and he hadn't had an oven-cooked meal or a soft bed in over a year... Perhaps. Suddenly he realized that he'd gotten caught up in his thoughts, and missed the stranger's response. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

I'd be fine with this. Laeran probably wouldn't be okay with doing the teaching, though.

Lightsong: Windrunner--he died protecting those who could not protect themselves. Twice. Raoden: Bondsmith--he manages to unite Elantris under his rule and help them to overcome the Shaod. Kelsier: Dustbringer--agent of "divine" destruction.

Laeran's eyes widened at the sight of blood as he gritted his teeth and embraced saidin. He channeled, threads of Air and Water and...Spirit wouldn't come. It rarely did. Even on the best of days, his Spirit was so weak he could barely make the most rudimentary Healing work properly. And that had only been once. The rest of the time, the weave had dropped apart before he could finish it. "Burn me," he snarled under his breath. Why couldn't he be stronger? Why couldn't he do anything with the One Power? He sighed in regret and let the weave dissolve. "Sorry about your shirt," he said as he doffed his pack and rooted around for clean bandages. "But that's the least of our problems right now. We should get you to a town, or to someone with better healing skills than I." As an afterthought, he added, "and we should warn someone about the Trollocs, too." Hadn't the Trollocs all disappeared after the Last Battle? What was going on? Finally locating his rather primitive medical supplies, he knelt next to Dannon and handed him the kit. "I'm not great with blood and such--squeamishness and all..." He trailed off. "Maybe you could, you know...handle this yourself?"

I was thinking at least a decade after the Last Battle, to give things time to settle. But that doesn't have to be the way we do it.

Laeran paused a moment before answering, wondering if he should tell the truth. After all, this wasn't a road that most respectable travelers would find themselves on. "Laeran Al'Elarin," he replied after decided that honesty was probably for the best. "I've found a piece of cloth on the road. Same color as that coat you're wearing, there." He gestured the garment in question and noticed the dark stain around the tear. "Light, you're hurt! What happened?" He started down the incline, ignoring the way Dannon was maneuvering his longspear, and hoped that he wouldn't get stabbed for his troubles. You're basically asking for it, anyway, he thought to himself. Whatever happened to caution here?

Solution: Tell them that their smoothies are actually Awesomeness and that drinking them will provide them internal Awesomeness that gives magic powers. Problem: It's late and you can't sleep.