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Out of curiousity I installed Pokémon GO on my phone a couple of days ago and... it's addictive. I'm already a walker who enjoys wandering around my city for my lunch break and taking different routes to get from the office to the light rail station, so having another reason to look around and register the landmarks, learn about ones I haven't seen before, and learn their names was particularly compelling.

The light rail passes over two dozen pokestops (a landmark that you can visit, learn about, and often get Pokémon GO tools from) between the sports arenas and the airport. Just attentively ticking each one as you pass is a great way to restore all your pokeballs (the primary tool of the game) after dealing with yet another effin' Zubat (that's a kind of Pokemon).

Vox tried to explain why Pokémon GO was "destined to go viral," but its explanation— that the thirtysomethings playing it now were ten-year-olds when it came out and so are going through a nostalgia kick enhanced by alternate reality— doesn't really work for me. I already

was thirty when Pokemon first came out. So why do I like it? It can't be just the grand tour; I could have downloaded any app at all for that.

I like it because I like talking to people, but I'm bad at it. Tragically so. I never know what to say. Like most people, I have a limited amount of time to cultivate hobbies and culture, but my culture and those of most people don't overlap— I don't watch much TV and when I do it's not Game of Thrones, my music tastes are weird, and I don't watch sports. My own interests are either deeply geeky or distinctly uncomfortable topics for small talk.

You can tell a Pokémon GO player from the way they hold their phone while walking and looking around. There's a combination of situational awareness and attitudinal intensity that's different from someone reading messages or even navigating with a map app. Best of all, they often want acknowledgement; talk to a Pokémon GO player and they'll tell you all about the best catch they've had that day, or where the richest pokestop of the morning was.

Pokémon GO gives people an excuse to interact with each other, to get out of our shells and see each other for a moment. It's surprisingly humanizing in that way. It gives you a rich context for conversation that's not just about the banality of the weather or the

touchiness of local politics, while at the same time constraining that conversation so that embarrassing other details can be put off. It's just silly enough to get you over the hump of introduction, and having adults acknowledging each other's ridiculousness, the ways we manage our stressful lives by being ridiculous, is empowering all on its own. It gives me a rare chance to do something I enjoy while constraining the risks of doing so to the point where any anxiety I have is manageable.

I'm not sure if I'll stick with it. I've stuck with Neko Atsume for a couple of months, although now I'm down to that one last cat, so I'm almost to the end, and maybe Pokémon GO will be my new "casual" game for a while.
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So, that's what they're calling it these days.
I have the mind of a twelve year old boy sometimes. In all my years, I don't think I've ever actually given an "organic, protein-enriched facial." It never struck me as having a point or being particularly pleasant.


She's one millisecond away from sneering at you.
Omaha informs me that this is an effective niche market: specialized eyeware for gamers, glasses that match your prescription and correspond to a 3-D game's output. Forgive me for stereotyping, but that model looks like she neither needs prescription lenses nor games extensively, and her expression verges on disdain for her subject. As for the media company, someone should tell their designer that desaturation is so 2009.
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I am so naming a character in a Journal Entry Yana Chernyshova one of these days. [Warning: NSFW]

In other very furry inspiration, you really can't beat Marcus Ranum's Catgirls, including the utterly perfect In Heat. [Again, NSFW]
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In a review of Gentoo, writer "Pappy" at opednews.com writes, "As everyone knows who reads my stuff, I am nothing if not a rebel," followed by this gem: "While Gentoo remains perhaps the most difficult operating system I have ever installed on a computer, once it gets installed, it works quite nicely."

I'm sorry, when someone says that, I know they're not quite up to the snuff I expect of a Linux reviewer. Because Gentoo is not "difficult" to install. It takes a long time (most of it unattended), but the recipe for installing Gentoo is very straightforward, probably one of the best-documented of all Linux distros and better documented than Windows, and not "difficult."

"Difficult" is installing HURD. Or React. or Aros. "Difficult" is installing TransAmeritech Linux with the 0.96 kernel. Gentoo is not "difficult."
And on the political side, Ed Brayton noted that Rudy Giuliani is becoming a parody of himself. When asked about his low showing in Iowa, Rudy said: "None of this worries me - Sept. 11, there were times I was worried." Ed said he was reminded of the Mr. Subliminal character from Saturday Night Live:
We didn't (9/11) pour our money (terrorists) into Iowa (September 11th), choosing instead (Muslims are going to kill you all if you don't elect me to protect you) to focus (Osama Bin Laden wants to rape your daughter) on the later primaries (did I mention 9/11?).
Well, Rudy did it again. Wednesday, when asked about Hillary's "crying" video, Rudy said:
The reality is, if you look at me, September 11 -- the funerals, the memorial services -- there were times in which it was impossible not to feel the emotion.
I have to watch A Daily Show to see what Jon Stewart does with this.
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Went to the doctor's this morning for my follow-up. He said I have the kidneys and liver of an 18 year old. I made some crack about not drinking heavily. "Well," he said, "now you know you can start." My cholesterol is good, as is my testosterone. Funny, I don't feel that way. I feel... 40.



Corralled!
Every morning the girls get a multi-vitamin with their breakfast. The current brand is some dinosaur-shaped things with four different shapes and four different sizes. The girls like to spill them out onto the table and sort through them for just the right color and species they want.

Except for Sunday morning, when, after watching Prehistoric Park before breakfast, they started sorting them and "coralling" them just like in the TV show. My children are clever, in a silly way.


Hey, Tanya! Kink and cosplay are hot fashion topics this year!
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Ouch #1: Seen in a book review:
The habitat arrives in Saturn orbit and sends a lumbering probe down to the surface of Saturn's moon. The probe refuses to upload its data. The habitat experiences a series of minor malfunctions that slightly affect certain things, like the orientation of its solar array. There's a presidential election, in which the incumbent promises that everybody will get rich mining Saturn's rings for water, and his opponent promises to repeal the "zero growth protocol" that prevents people having babies. One of the two candidates wins the election. The lumbering probe trundles about a Wikipedia entry on Titan. The data gets uploaded. The minor malfunctions get sorted. That's your lot; there is no more.
OUCH! "The lumbering probe trundles about a Wikipedia entry on Titan." I cringed when I read that. And I thought I was harsh on books I didn't like. Y'know what's really startling? The book in review is Titan, by Ben Bova. The review is by Adam Roberts in Strange Horizons. This book won the Campbell this year!

Ouch #2: TV Chef Gordon Ramsay needed urgent hospital treatment after burning his scrotum in a kitchen accident. "Suddenly I felt this searing heat - my balls were burning. You wouldn't believe how much this hurts."
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1. Mexican Neo-Symphonic/Progressive Rock

2. Underage Lesbian Vampire Dickgirls In Love. (Manga, but NSFW, obviously).
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I have seen the coolest wasp ever. The Emerald Cockroach Wasp doesn't just kill cockroaches (which I utterly loathe) and implant its eggs into them. Oh, no. It's too cool for that. Instead, it lands on the roach's head and inserts its stinger precisely into the portion of the roach's brain that controls movement, turning it into a zombie. The wasp then grabs the roach's antenna and steers the roach, like a robot, to a hiding place. After a while, the neurotoxin that the wasp has injected slows the roach's metabolism down so that it'll live in a paralyzed state for eight or nine days without dying of dehydration, while the wasp plants eggs next to the roach. The larva then eat their way into the roach through its abdomen and, eight days later, emerge full grown from the roach. Excellent!


A lawmaker is Des Moines wants to ban the sale of any "three-dimensional object designed or marketed as useful primarily for the stimulation of the sexual organs." Apparently, he's afraid that teenage girls, who already can't figure out what shower massagers are for, don't need to get hints from store clerks.


And this has all the trappings of a story right off the Internet, doesn't it? The deputy directory of schools for the Northern Bahamas has announced that predatory lesbianism in public schools has reached crisis proportions and many teachers and parents are "not inclined to discourage young girls" from the practice! And it's hard to tell who is doing what because "lesbians do not exhibit the kind of characteristics that make it easy to determine that a man is homosexual."

Goodness! Wasn't this an anime?
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I saw this woman driving down the street yesterday in a handsome, black Mazda, the kind that looks like it tried to "sex up" a late-70's model Corvette. What first caught my eye was her license plate: VIXEN, followed by what looked like two SCA-related stickers on either side of the plate. As I got closer, I saw they were authentic Autobahn pass stickers instead.

At first, Omaha thought "she" might be a drag queen because she was wearing a tiara while driving. But, no, sadly the geek fantasy of a cute furry, SCA, drag queen driving a hot car gave way to the sadder reality of a hard-working, hard-up-for-work model and actress trying to maintain her image. An image torn by the hand-written "FOR SALE BY OWNER" sign in the passenger-side window.

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