The 40 Worst Rob Liefeld Drawings in Progressive Boink. I couldn’t read this at work because I couldn’t stop laughing out loud.

You know what Rob Liefeld hates drawing? Feet.

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Liefeld picks that fucked-up pose and everything seems to be going well (as far as Liefeld goes), then he gets to the feet and sort of panics. “GAH I’ll just draw an elongated Pac-Man and a kidney bean.”

B and Hanstock: The 40 Worst Rob Liefeld Drawings #38

I’ve never though to question Rob Liefeld’s sexuality, what with all the anatomically incorrect women and all, but I have to question whatever it is that keeps him from drawing a man’s area without making it look he’s got a fucking snow shovel shoved down the front of his pants. Look at Rictor’s enormous area, it’s almost as wide as his waist. As I write more of these it gets harder for me to write anything but LOOK AT THAT and WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE GLOVES, WHY DOES EVERYONE ON THE TEAM WEAR SHORT SLEEVES AND GLOVES.

B and Hanstock: The 40 Worst Rob Liefeld Drawings #11

My top three has to be numbers 18, 4 and 2. Talk about disturbed.

I’m starting to accept that I shouldn’t have gone anywhere near computers today. This naturally is somewhat problematic considering the fact that it’s Wednesday and everything in my job has to do with computers.

First thing in the morning I heard some distressing stuff about upcoming changes in network environment that are not only quite pointless (from where I stand and they sure haven’t explained to me why it’s necessary) but will likely also halt our work for undefined time. This because of poor planning, abysmal communication and what seems like idiotic disregard for simple facts of what we need to be able to work. Oh, did I mention that I heard it through the grapevine of cubicle gossip, not from any formal source of information? Got a confirmation for it when asked, though.

The next thing I know is that I’ve had two blue screens of death. Jolly nice. Nothing like waiting for the ‘puter to sloooowly start up three times in a row to cheer me up. Naturally in between the blue pretties I had just finished writing an e-mail but hadn’t pressed ‘Send’ yet. (Which remind me, ‘Save as Draft’… There.)

Now I’m trying to backup my data, which needs to be done before the network changes will take effect. This has proved to be ridiculously problematic. First of all, I don’t have a DVD-RW drive. I only have a DVD/CD-RW drive. So, instead of copying my 3+ GB on a DVD disc I instead will copy it on 5 CDs. Neat. Tried an USB DVD-RW drive a workmate lent me but even though it hooked up, I couldn’t use it to burn the disc. I’m assuming this is because I am not allowed admin rights on my laptop (which is its very own can of mutant worms). Great.

So I go back to the assistant (because we are no longer trusted to have the damn discs in the office storage) and swap my DVD disc to 5 CDs… that have no covers. I ask her (smiling) how I’m supposed to store my backup CDs without any covers, and she (smiling apologetically) suggests keeping them in envelopes. I accept. Feeling like a sucker (not the nice assistant’s fault).

Currently I’m fighting with the e-mail. First I noticed that for some ungodly reason MS Outlook in fact has two ‘Deleted Items’ folders. And it’s only one of them that this magnificent software empties automatically when closed (as I want it to do). So I emptied it for several minutes. Now I’m compressing the folders because apparently Outlook is not so smart as to automatically handle the space consumption. All this because I’d need to backup my e-mails on a CD and my e-mail files put together are bigger than what fits on a CD. It’s been working on the compressing for closer to a quarter of an hour already, which would make me suspicious of it having crashed if I couldn’t see that the mailbox has shrunk from ~650 MB to below 200 MB… So instead I’m worried about what this spawn of $atan has done with my important correspondence.

Oh well, communication is overrated anyway.

P.S. When trying to access the Intranet just a moment ago I got this sweetie: “500: Server Error [%s]”. Gotta love informative error messages.

Alan Moore discusses The League of the Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Black Dossier (via The Beat). In the meanwhile, Amazon again asked me to confirm that I accept another delay in the delivery of the said book…

My previous comic order from Amazon arrived the day before yesterday and I already binged down the first two Swamp Thing collections. So good… need more…

n/p: Don Huonot: Nämä päivät, nämä yöt

I’ve been having trouble sleeping this week. The night before last I couldn’t fall asleep before 2.30 a.m. and last night I had my head full of worries, too. It seems I’m honestly stressed out by the move.

I do know why: I can’t really do much in the apartment until we get the moving boxes (and the chaos in there isn’t particularly cheering me up, either). Even if I’ve taken care of or seriously pondered such things as the electricity contract, internet connection, home insurance, what things we can (and should) get rid of and what new furniture we ought to get, I’m painfully aware of the enormousness of the packing up chore and distressed that I can’t start on it yet. I know it should be okay since we’ve got two full weeks between the boxes arriving and the move day, including two weekends, but I can’t help it. My brain is working in overdrive and repeatedly crashing to “no I can’t do this yet, either” or “can’t masure the damn wall of the new apartment until we get the keys*”.

I’m trying to concentrate on the things I can do instead. I called both of my grandmothers last night and will meet a dear friend tonight. Both calling Grandma Elvi and the get-together have been overdue. I’ve gotten a few joulu presents as well, and have managed to switch myself into the “no buying prezzies to Moira before the prezzies to others are figured out” gear ^_^ Guess I should get around to updating my wants in my wishlist while I’m so successfully denying them…

Luckily we have a nice home weekend coming up and I’m hoping to catch some sleep then.

*) We’re planning to get some new bookshelves as extensions to two existing ones but can’t buy them until we have the exact measurements of the new apartment. Yet we need the extensions as soon as we move because the old shelves can’t be reassembled without the new pieces.

[Edit] Eh, so much for the “no prezzies for me” rule. I found Maelstrøm (in Finland known as Hiidenvirta AKA the scariest thing on tv in the eighties) on DVD ^_^ With only Norwegian subtitles, unfortunately, but luckily it has audio in English option.

n/p: Scary Bitches: Lesbian Vampyres from Outer Space

Apologies for the long silence (especially to the nom de plum “worried little sister”). I blame a monster of a flu and The Project. Nope, the latter doesn’t refer to the pregnancy. That little thing is growing at its own pace and I’m happy to report that I indeed have been spared from the torment ridiculously called “morning sickness” (since apparently it rarely limits itself to mornings and can be quite crippling when going on all day long for months… my sincere sympathies to all who have it bad). Being pregnant does relate to the flu, however, since not being able to use painkillers that actually work can be bit of a, well, pain. I think my flu lasted longer than on average but it could’ve been just my puffy head feeling every minute as thirteen.

The Project is our new home. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Dugi and I are proud owners of a four rooms + kitchen apartment (i.e. three bedroom flat) in southern Hervanta! We’ll be moving in mid-December. Everything happened quite fast: we saw the ad on Fri, saw the apartment on Sun and made an offer on it on Mon. Good thing we had everything settled with the bank already because on Tue it would’ve been too late… Now we have already signed the agreement and paid the first portion and on the last day of November it will all be ours.

The apartment is damn near to perfection: top floor, smart layout, a balcony with windowpanes, a sauna, in good condition so we won’t need to renovate before moving in, and so forth. The kitchen is old but we can live with it for now. One of the rooms is very small and I’m worried that my big desk might not fit in there (in which case it would be difficult to use it as a study as we’d like) but we’ll worry about it when we can measure everything properly.

You can un-duck now, friends, for we’ll be using professionals for the move ^_^ I reserved everything today and am feeling accomplished! Packing up will be the biggest chore but I’m actually looking forward to going through all our stuff and especially reorganising everything in the new place. Considering the fact that our current two rooms contain enough stuff for three, the bigger apartment is pure bliss I’ve been dreaming of for a long time.

So, November and December are for moving and all it entails. Please forgive us if we appear even more antisocial than usually ^_^

The Thelemite
You scored 40 Materialism and 90 Phenomenology!

“For there are no Gods but Man”-Aleister Crowley

That sure doesn’t stop you from communing with them. You are the Thelemite, committed to the Western occult tradition of Spare, the Golden Dawn, Crowley etc. Though you lead a life of elaborate ritual, you realize that truth and falsehood in this ritual are irrelevant distinctions: the only thing that matters is what works.

Now if you just loosen up a bit, you could cross the Chasm of Choronzon.

Thinkers you may agree with: Osman Spare, Aleister Crowley, Robert Anton Wilson. Thinkers that may challenge you: Phil Hine, Peter Carroll.

Link: The Metaphysician Test written by Jaylhomme on OkCupid.

(via Cave Felem)

Edit: Hemmetti, nyt vasta huomasin että kuvan yhdennäköisyys edellisen merkinnän Nyarlathotepiin on häkellyttävä. Pitäisköhän mennä shoppaamaan egyptikuosia?

I am Nyarlathotep!

The 999 forms of Nyarlathotep are a point of meditation for the true initiate. It is through these manifold faces that the secrets of the universe are made known. Called “The Crawling Chaos”, Nyarlathotep is the disembodied ego of Azathoth and thus the universal “I” of known reality. Some of the many documented forms are; Father of Knives, Nephren-Ka, the Black Man, the Beast of the Lashing Tongue to name a few.

Which Great Old One are you?

(via Dugi)

Susanna Clarke interviewed Alan Moore for the Daily Telegraph. Read it here. (via Neil)

Please urgently send emails, faxes or letters in English or your own language: Release Myanmar protesters! (Amnesty International)

Your Score: House Stark

45% Dominant, 45% Extroverted, 72% Trustworthy

Responsible. Respectable. Dour. That’s not shit coming out of your ass–it’s honor. You are clearly of House Stark.

You are a submissive personality, meaning that you are more than willing to relinquish control to someone more qualified; you will unflinchingly accept any responsibility that is thrust upon you, including servitude. Unfortunately for you, your unending patience and accommodating nature often make people look to you for a leader. In essence, you are the perfect leader: someone who has no desire to lead, yet is substantially well-qualified to do it.

You are also introverted, which means that people sometimes have difficulty understanding your thought process. Your dependable nature makes you predictable, but you’ve probably got all sorts of emotional dysfunctions when it comes to more intimate relationships. There are very few people whom you trust unwaveringly, and you’re not the type to confide in other people. So cold, so aloof–so Stark.

Finally, you are trustworthy–the very definition of the word. All secrets are safe with you. All of your vows are unbreakable. True to your name, you world is a stark place; there is black, and there is white. Your rigidity tends to undercut your overall value as a friend and ally. Honesty such as yours is hard to come by, which is easy to understand when you consider how easily manipulated you are by less decent individuals. Essentially, you’re the nice guy, and you’ll always finish last.

Representative characters include: Eddard Stark, Jon Snow, and Sansa Stark

Similar Houses: Frey, Lannister and Tully

Opposite House: Baratheon

When playing the game of thrones, you play it with one sword in your hand and another up your ass.

(Via Ankka)