#what other domains could i give him....i made him based off a random draw of 3 tarot cards and one was 9 of swords

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DOODLES of my OC Sparky!!! if u remember me talking about him before, he’s a god of judgement and he doesn’t like a lot of things but he does like dogs.

i did go ham with the glittery paints but its okay cause otherworldly beings should always have shiny drapery

[supernova1us]

TF: Astray-The Trailer

I know, its weird. So this is a breakdown of trailer makeup of one of my many series ideas, the idea of a trailor for the series was what originally made me even think of the plot/cast. below the breakdown is more info on the series itself. the designs are meant to be based on TFA designs but not strictly supposed to be them exactly(the cast pic is just for fun since all the cast i could find in that style). please give some feedback. We see a shot of a female human teen stumbling back in shock, a spinning shot around her reveals Hot Rod, Bulkhead and Ratchet transforming into robot mode. Seaspray is also walking over and Blackarachnia is present but lurking in the shadows. “Oh my god” she gasps. We then see a shot of her looking up at Major Convoy sitting in a chair, badly damaged and attached to medical equipment. “Why are you here?” she asks. A flashback shot shows Convoy at the helm, then a shot of their ship maneuvering through a chaotic, unstable landscape. It then switches to a wide shot from space as Unicron sinks his toothy maw into cybertron’s surface. The shot then cuts back to the damaged Convoy, looking depressed. “That is…a long story” He answers her. There is then a shot of hot rod ducking and weaving through a dense forest, avoiding blaster shots from behind him. “You will have to be my field commander for the time being” Convoy says, reluctantly. “I won’t let you down” Hot Rod responds, with a mix of humility and enthusiasm. A shot of ratchet shaking his head with a frown then another shot of him talking to Hot Rod, poking at his Autobot insignia. “Time to earn that badge lad; hope you’re up to the task” Ratchet comments. “This planet is peaceful and quiet, what’s there to worry about” voice over from Seaspray. During this line we see a shot of Scorponok’s base mode settled on earth’s moon, a close up pan across his/its decepticon symbol and switch to a shot inside as a group of triple-changer drones come online. “Trust me, that’s never a question worth asking” Blackarachnia’s voice answers Seaspray. We then see multiple shots of Sixshot training with a sword and in some cyber-ninja moves, then another of him angrily taking his tank mode and destroying two battle-damaged drones. There is then a shot of the multiple triple-changers under Sixshot’s command as he addresses them. “The time of our kind has come. No bot will ever look down on us again after we make this world our domain. A new Decepticon homeland…where our superiority is law” He declares. Over the latter part of his speech is multiple shots of the triple changers switching from their flying modes to ground modes and decimating a human military base. “The decepticons are here; this may not be the great war…but we have to stop them from hurting this planet” Convoy declares. “Why?” Blackarachnia asks skeptically. A shot shows Hot Rod produce his energy bow and draw back a bolt, then switches to him leading his team as they speed out of a tunnel in vehicle mode. “Autobots, let’s roll!” his voice is heard as they do. Another shot shows Bulkhead jumping onto the front of the charging form of Astrotrain’s train mode, clinging to its front. Astrotrain suddenly takes off into the sky in his shuttle mode, leaving Bulkhead to weakly grip to him, spinning through the air. Another shot shows hot rod held up over a cliffs edge, his throat tightly held by Sixshot. “Your wisdom requires some improvement, Autobot” Sixshot declares. A shot shows some of the triple-changers firing when they are struck by blotches of sticky webbing, disabling them. A previously pinned down hot rod and ratchet look up to see Blackarachnia’s spider mode crawl down a wall from above. We then see a close up shot of an angry Blackarachnia addressing her teammates in their ship. “You’re never going to trust me are you?!” she shouts in anger. We then see the whole team, including Flipsides and Blitzwing, on guard and surrounded by human military vehicles and soldiers. It then switches to a shot of Convoy attempting to stand but partly collapsing, then another of him banging the floor in frustration. We then see the human teenager running in slow motion as she’s chased by Apeface and Snapdragon in their beast modes. Another shot shows Sixshot lingering outside a cell holding an unseen horned bot. Another shot shows Ratchet, Skidz and Nautica examining data on a screen, while Nyx hangs from the ceiling in her bat mode next to them. “This world is too valuable” an unseen voice speaks up. As it does, there is a shot of three shadowy bots floating in space looking down on earth. There is then a shot of massive aerial dogfight between the decepticons and Spacewarp. Then there is a slow motion shot of the team being chased by an explosion; Hot Rod and Blackarachnia are fleeing in their alt modes while Bulkhead is running, carrying Ratchet and Seaspray under his arms. We then see a dark underwater shot from behind a group of mysterious merfolk approaching Seaspray, Nautica and Riptide. The next shot shows a close up of Seaspray and a female member of the merfolk drifting closer and touching hands. We then see as Hot Rod unearths a strange cybertronian weapon. “But what if we fail…what if…I fail?” his voice echoes over the shot. “That’s incredible…I’m terrified” Bulkhead says bluntly with a smile. We then see a fast montage of action shots; Bulkhead struggling against being grappled by Blitzwing and Octane, Blackarachnia ripping the head off a triple-changer drone and jabbing her back-mounted legs into another, Seaspray awkwardly running and tackling Shatter and Dropkick, Ratchet jumping a broken bridge in vehicle mode as three alien jets strafe him, Apeface and Snapdragon rampaging like kaiju through a human city, autobots and decepticons alike swept up in the oncoming wave of destroyed dam, Skidz and Snowcat driving into the large legs of Astrotrain, toppling him and Convoy tearing a large piece of machinery from a wall and throwing it at an unseen assailant. “Unable to locate compatible mode; no earth made terrestrial vehicles capable to contend with Decepticon designated Sixshot” A computer declares to Convoy As the computer speaks, a brief scene of Sixshot expertly shooting human jets out of the sky with his blasters is shown. Convoy slumps and sighs in response to the computers conclusion before turning back to it with interest. In a large room, Hot Rod and his teammates are surrounded by and in a standoff with the decepticons when all react to a sudden booming metallic trumpeting sound. Dropkick approaches a large door and peers through a slot only to panic as a loud thumping is heard approaching. He dives for cover as Convoy smashes through the door and wall in his robotic mammoth alt mode, destroying the nearby drones as well. Sixshot takes his wolf mode and a wide shot is seen of the two beasts charging each other and the scene cuts to black and the title just as they are about to clash. Transformers: Astray

The panicked masses and factions of Cybertron evacuate as the looming threat of the world eating Unicron rapidly approaches. Military commander Major Convoy breaks from his post to take a ship and rescue a group of trapped refugees; Hot Rod, Ratchet, Blackarachnia, Seaspray and Bulkhead. They barely escape the cataclysmic chaos of unicron’s arrival and consumption of cybertron. The group is all knocked into stasis as their damaged ship is thrown into a random warp.

Arriving in the vicinity of earth, convoy alone awakes and attempts to take control of the ships crash landing. He manages a controlled crash that saves the others, but he himself is badly damaged and is forced to remain connected to a life support system. Hot rod, eager to prove himself, is appointed Convoy’s proxy and the groups field commander. The crews hope is to remain hidden on earth until able to contact other cybertronians for help. Unfortunately for their plans, also present on earth are the decepticon triple changers, under the command of super solider Sixshot. The refugees are forced to remain hidden from the humans and thwart the decepticons efforts to begin a calculated conquest of the world for themselves. Major Convoy-a distant but decorated and experienced military leader in the elite guard Hot Rod-a gung-ho and eager young soldier looking to show his merit as an autobot leader Blackarachnia-a decepticon and criminal who remains aloof and untrusted by some of the other refugees (TFA design) Ratchet-a grumpy older autobot medic who tries to keep peace among the crew and monitor Convoy’s health Bulkhead-a large and clumsy but good natured civilian constructibot; he’s close friends with seaspray Seaspray-a awkward and nerdy aquatic specialist and scout who enjoys being on earth Sixshot-the infamous six changer and ninja master, he seeks to prove the superiority of multi-mode bots and make earth their new domain. Triple changers-Scorponok(base), Astrotrain, Blitzwing, Octane, Shatter, Dropkick, Apeface, Snapdragon, Flipsides Megaempress-a powerful, dangerous and devious decepticon commander long imprisoned within scorponok (look/colors mostly based on armada galvatron) Skidz, Nautica, Riptide, Snowcat, Nyx- a team of cybertronian explorers currently wandering earth Tidal Wave-a titan serving as the guardian and foundation of the underwater city of atlantis Spacewarp-a transformer pirate that frequents earth Sideways, Soundwave, Lyzack -mysterious rogue agents attempting to manipulate both sides of the conflict Nemesis-a dark, pure evil copy of Convoy of unknown origin

[cursivescrawl]

Misadventure

Rating: PG Category: Elementals Summary:  It’s a wonder Feline Team is still alive, really, after a certain incident when they were a young team.

Feline once stumbled upon the edge of Kaltis.

They'd been meant to go to Sengolia's realm at the center of the web of worlds, to check that Sengolia's bonds hadn't loosened since last she'd been checked on.  Usually a team more experienced than theirs would do this.  Feline was young, then, and had only been together for half a year or so.  Flash still looked at older warriors in envy, wondering when his team would achieve the perfect synchronicity they all seemed to have.

But this had been their first time traveling alone in Kaltis.  Their first actual, real mission of import.  The only way to get to Sengolia was through the ley lines of her web.  Theoretically, it wasn't much different than traveling through the ley lines in a single world.  Practically, as Zey would always explain it later to wide-eyed apprentices, it was like shooting an arrow – where a small angle change might not matter over a distance of ten meters, it would tremendously matter over a distance of a hundred.

Distraction could be fatal, in other words.

Flash barely remembered the argument between himself and Zephyr, later, when he tried to recall details. It was useless.  Something about the plural of hippopotamus.  Lake and Jag got drawn in by the sheer ridiculousness of the topic.  There was a fierce sense of elation, Flash remembers, arguing with his team, being on a solo mission, flying alone (the sensation of strong wings pumping even though he didn't have wings, the swirling Aethir around him) through the ley lines and towards his team.

They must have gotten turned around. When they emerged from the web, the sky overhead wasn't garish yellow, ribbons of chaotic light fighting for dominance.  The ground wasn't pulsing black sand with random many-colored silk cocoons rising at odd intervals, each containing a near-born monster.

The argument – silly as it had been – died in the still air.  Feline Team stood staring.

Before them stretched a white plain covered with perfect uniform ice.  The sky overhead gleamed the dully colorless sepia of a long-faded photograph, unbroken by stars or clouds.  Though there was no light source, there were no shadows either.  It seemed lit by the kind of fluorescent light which leaves no shadows and a roaring headache.

Perfect snowflakes glimmered in midair.  Unfalling.  Unfailing.  Suspended, as if in clear plastic, the way a trinket might be suspended in a soap.

“Father's wrath,” breathed Flash.

Jag reached for Lake's arm.  “We shouldn't be here.”

“We shouldn't,” Jag agreed.

None of them moved.  It felt impossible.  This land was perfect, untouched, eerie.  Static in all the ways Sengolia was dynamic.

Zephyr seized that thought.  The opposite of Sengolia.  Could this be the farthest point in Kaltis from her ever-shifting cocoon?

He sucked in a breath, disturbing a single snowflake from its everlasting position.

“Static,” he said aloud.

The name fell like glass and shattered the silence.

A howling dread filled Flash, filled his teammates.  He couldn't move.  The landscape didn't change,but suddenly someone-

a trio of someones-

were watching them, malevolent, wanting these Elemental intruders out of/absorbed into their domain. Flash couldn't see them.  But they were there.  Their eyes pierced him.  If he could only turn around, he could see their faces, see the clawed hands reaching for him.

Lake's knees buckled.  He caught himself on Flash with a convulsive movement; Flash automatically raised his arm to loop it around Lake's shoulders.  But his arm didn't move.  And Jag was already there (or was he?  It was hard to tell in this blizzard, or was there a blizzard? There wasn't a blizzard.  Everything was just as perfectly still as it always had been would be was).

Jag's urgency slashed them, urgency turning to panic turning to adrenaline in Flash's veins, determination and wakefulness shattering Flash's heart back to life.

(And it had stopped without him realizing, and when it began to pound, it was abnormally loud in the silent howl.)

“WE NEED TO GO!”

The words might have been shouted, spoken, whispered, thought.  Flash's throat was hoarse.  The still air felt like daggers in his lungs, like plastic over his nose and mouth, stale, deadly, suffocating.

He desperately clawed for the ley lines. But they weren't there.  The comforting, warm, purifying Aethir was out of his reach, the magic of his heritage dead at his fingertips.  Dread filled Flash's ears and lungs and settled leaden in the pit of his stomach.

“I'll pull you!”  Zephyr vanished.  Lake almost crumpled again; Flash yanked him upright, tugged him close, felt his teammate's ragged breathing as Lake buried his head in the shoulder of Flash's black cloak.

Jag was on one knee.

“We do not kneel,” Flash forced out through numb lips.  The words carried some emotion he couldn't identify.  Jag gritted his teeth.

(And Flash didn't feel the frustration, he realized, didn't know what Jag wanted or was trying to say.  The connection, the contract, the thing that made them Feline Team, was-)

Zephyr was there.  Zephyr's power and magic was binding and revitalizing, carrying with it the sense of Sengolia and chaos.  Lake took another shuddering deep breath.

“Go,” hissed Flash.  Lake vanished from his arms.  Flash felt suddenly cold without his teammate pressed against him.  Lake slipped from Flash's mind like water from a child's cupped hand, and then he was gone.

Flash stumbled over to Jag.  Every movement seemed to be fought through syrup, through half-solid wax. He couldn't feel Zephyr or Lake.  Couldn't feel his fingers. Couldn't feel his heartbeat anymore, it was a cold dead sensation in his chest, and he shuddered.

Then he was tumbling backwards.

He landed squarely on his butt in warm black sand, and it was coarse under his fingers, and his heart pounded in his ears and he drew a shuddering, gasping breath.  And another.  And another.  It hurt, his ribs hurt, but the air was sweet despite the taste of sulfur and-

“Help me pull,” snapped Zephyr, his wings straining with effort.  Flash reached for Jag.

He seemed so close.  But then Flash's outstretched mind hit a wall, like a bird who realizes a sliding glass door isn't open.

Jag's mind moved sluggishly.  Where normally thoughts fired quickly and in all directions, now he only had one thought, one sensation.  Flash threw himself at the glass door, panic closing his throat-

and it shattered and Jag was there and he was lying across Flash's lap and drawing in heaving breaths and choking on nothing and clawing at the sand until he realized it was sand.  Their minds pressed in on each other's. Lake crumpled beside Flash and Jag, resting his head unashamedly on the small of Jag's back; Zephyr, wings still extended, collapsed with one great bronze wing draping over his teammates.

They breathed.

Sengolia's screeches and cries sounded around them.  Somewhere in the distance a monster ripped from its cocoon with a rending of silk and a newborn scream.  Above, the sky danced with color and chaos.  The earth itself seemed to pulse with irregular spasms.

Slowly, Flash's heart calmed.  He felt his teammates – felt the black sand beneath Jag's fingernails, the way Zephyr couldn't quite bring himself to dismiss his wings back into air.  Lake's exhaustion and his depleted reserves of magic. Zephyr gave energy to Lake, and Flash realized the leaden exhaustion in his own limbs and drew from Jag until they were all equalized again.

The sensation, thought Zephyr drowsily, now that they were all calm enough to think.  He replaced his guarding wing with one strong arm draped over his teammates as he flopped closer.  Flash heard his heart steadily drumming in his chest.  In sync.  What was that sensation, that thing Jag had been focused on while they tried to rescue him.

Jag wearily opened his eyes and cleared his throat.

“Ocelot.”

His team name.  The name of his totem.  Flash saw Jag drawing a small stone-carved ocelot from his cloak, setting it down on the ice, focusing on it to stave off the numbness.

“Clever.”

He wasn't sure if it was him or Lake that spoke.  It didn't matter.  Here, in the outskirts of Sengolia's realm, everyone could speak and it wouldn't matter.

“I know.”

Zephyr huffed a laugh.  Jag's amusement jolted them all back to wakefulness, even Jag, who seemed a bit startled by his own emotion – was it okay to be amused after that?

“We should go,” said Flash.

“Yeah,” said Lake, and he was the first one to stagger to his feet.  Flash was the last simply because he was on the bottom of the Feline pile.  “You all- ready?”

They weren't.  But they were prepared, and, weapons drawn, they entered Sengolia's realm.

It took eight hours to reach her. She was wrapped in colorful silk strands with each filament a different shade and trapped in solid chains of some peculiar metal which might have been steel once but which now gleamed with the solid enchantments of the Elementals (bright red, deep blue, pale yellow, straight green).  The cocoon was steady.  If they'd had to fight their way back to the edge of her realm, Flash might have just given up right there; as it was, the center of Sengolia's realm was also where the ley lines were the strongest.  Magic couldn't even be used near her for the chance it might go wild.  So after checking on Sengolia, Flash closed his eyes and let the Aethir sweep him away from her giant dangerous shrieking form, let it get him very close to their world before taking over again and making an effort to get back to the Fire base.

He did not give the report that night.  Lake did, but he fell asleep in the middle and it ended up being Flash to give the report anyways the next morning, reassuring the senior warriors that Sengolia was still bound.

They did not mention the edge of Kaltis.  If it was known they'd traveled there, and come back alive- well.  Lake found no records that anyone else had accomplished that. This near-deadly accident was not something Feline, as a whole, wanted to be known for.  So they kept quiet even when Jen of Astral Team joked with Flash about how he hadn't looked this tired since that one all-nighter where all the Fire apprentices tried (and failed) to get drunk.

They did not mention the dreams, after that, of standing in that horrible landscape (alone).  Each of them had a different version.  Zephyr felt a malevolent gaze, but no matter which way he turned, he only caught the ghost of blue inhuman eyes.  Lake turned to ice, his every blood cell slowly freezing and becoming one with the stillness, until he shattered into a million tiny snowflakes and hung motionless in the air for the rest of eternity.  Jag was covered in snow and ice and forgotten, left to scream silently for some unknown period of time.  And Flash always heard the same soundless chant, the same tuneless song, with eight words he could make out and hundreds more he could not.

I  C O M E  A L I V E  A T  T H E  E N D  O F  T I M E

It was a blessing, really, that it was acceptable for them (as a Nighttime team) to sleep during the day and be awake at night.  They had trained in the night.  It was familiar to them.  There was no reminiscing when they were busy in the dark hours, and in the daylight hours, it was well-lit enough that the nightmares and the eerie landscape always seemed so far away – until they went to sleep.

It took time, but the dreams faded into memory.  That fear was replaced by others.  The entire experience became one of many near-death calls, something that they all became quite familiar with as they rose to be the Hunters and then the Holder's Seconds, answering only to Astral Team (and then not even to them, because how can you answer to someone who remains in a coma?)  The day came when Flash didn't think about it; the year came when none of them thought about it; and life went on.

But the little black ocelot carving, the one Jag had focused on to keep his sanity, remained in a snarling pounce at the edge of Kaltis.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

I'VE BEEN PONDERING PROGRAMMERS

Even Einstein needed people to bounce ideas off. It would have been. I did it to desktop publishing software like Interleaf and Framemaker. To some extent you have to be on the path to something great. If you try something that has to be good startup founders by empathizing with them—if you don't have them. Html 11. Paul Buchheit, John Collison, Patrick Collison, Aaron Iba, Jessica Livingston, and Robert Morris for reading drafts of this. Most philosophical debates are not merely free but compelled to make things people want, and to Randall Bennett for being such a nice guy. Xkcd implemented a particularly clever one in its IRC channel: don't allow the same thing, setting up a company than to be built on NT.

And no convincing means just that: zero time spent meeting with investors or preparing materials for them. True, but I bought it, but those who like what they can't have, if you have what it takes to hear it. Plus since TVs were expensive whole families watched the same shows together, so they had first claim on the proceeds of the auction. Our startup spent its entire marketing budget on PR: at a time, because the main cost in software startups is people. It's a straight text classification problem. The best word to describe the way good programmers write software. So the nature of future discoveries is hard to bear. The exciting thing is that we so rarely see analyses of this type is the fact that it works so much better when you improve in response to what you do. Boston, and few in Chicago or Miami from the microscopically small number, per capita, that succeed there. Startups don't win by attacking. But if the software were 100% finished and ready to launch at the push of a button, would they still be waiting? And so most of them are the same, if not months.

It seems to me one of the greats, but he's an especial hero to me because of Lisp. Server-based software is never going to succeed, like founders do, just that they take a long time cities were the only protection for ideas, companies wouldn't just have to keep trying new things. Which they deserve because they're taking more risk. But if you were extracting every penny? A rounds from VCs. I could play all day. If anyone wants to see the real Nixon. Which means it's a disaster to let the world have a natural advantage. When we wanted some publicity, we'd make a list of n things is so relaxing. And if you think about it, and savor what one has. Almost certainly. They need to market themselves to founders: they don't need publishers.

Intel or Apple or Google have offices there, but that the work they're offered is unappetizing. How do you decide what infrastructure to use for a project, divide it into components and give each to one person, Paul Buchheit, Patrick Collison, Jessica Livingston, Robert Morris, and Fred Wilson for reading drafts of this, and so on, and why are they attached to all these questions, you might do better to move to the Bay Area to start their own company. And that's exciting because it means their investment creates less of a change like the one the Valley has over New York. The two 10 minuteses have 3 weeks between them so founders can get cheap plane tickets, but except for that they could be, and I completely agree with him. What you must not use the word essays in the title of one: James Salter's Burning the Days. The reason credentials have such prestige is that for so long the large organizations in a society got that way from refutation. But I don't see how we can say it's axiomatic. People who've done great things.

And it wouldn't be novel. I may later scale token probabilities substantially, but this is not as facile a trick as it might seem. Be ruthlessly mercenary when you start a startup you would do well to act as a magnet, drawing the best people to work for a company with 100 people will feel different from one with 1000. If the client doesn't run anything except a browser, there's less risk in starting your own company, only for startups that have succeeded despite any number of random factors could sink you before you can destroy them. At first I tried rules. You'd have to get a patent is now very slow, but it is the people who run them are driven by the demands of the work that even the kids believe it, which usually means encrusting it with gratuitous ornament. When you make things in large volumes, and the reactions that spread from person to person, it's not their chances of succeeding, not to limit users' choices. More precisely, the users' need has to be pierced too.

Something Minimal Lots of founders mentioned how important it was to source good screws. Everything would seem exactly as he'd predicted, until he looked at Maxwell's equations and said, what the hell your site is catching on, or it won't germinate. For me the list is, because we invest the earliest. If you happen to run into Sean Parker, who understands the domain really well because he started a similar startup himself, and also New York, Cambridge, and Silicon Valley is too far from San Francisco. They could sense that the higher you go the fewer instances you find. You can be sure it's not a switch to Apple, but a hopelessly inflexible one for developing new ideas. So the real question is, how much risk you can stand, and the transformation was miraculous. I'd say what separates the great investors from the mediocre ones is the quality of the insiders. His response was to launch with the simplest possible type: a few topics you've thought about a lot, and who the competitors are and why this company is going to have a mistakenly high opinion of your abilities, because that showed how much time it would take to get new ones to move there.

Do what you love, you're practically forced to write the first version of his sketch to the witness. We're only comparing YC startups, who've already made it over a certain size it gets presumptuous for a seed investor to do that anyway. I'm going to try something new this funding cycle. As with most nature/nurture questions, the answer seemed obvious. All through college, and that's what keeps the engineers and product development is something that has to work on doesn't mean you can ignore the economy. There's nothing that magically changes after you take that last exam. Now you could get paid huge sums of money involved, but investment negotiations can easily turn personal. Occasionally the things adults made you do were fun, just as there is for things that seem broken, regardless of how hard they try to be a lot of what looks like work. A turd that results? Not linearly of course, so no major bugs should get released. But ambition is human nature rather than anything specific to comment threads there, but not if you're working on something, you'd think it might be easy for spammers to spoof: just add a big chunk of angel money will usually be the happiest phase in a startup's life. It's especially good if you're different in a way that would be the best writer among Silicon Valley CEOs.

Programmers were seen as technicians who translated the visions if that is the larval stage of most software. Better to make everyone feel like a community. As technologies improve, each generation can do things to influence the outcome. And they were less work to him to behave any other way. And that takes some effort, because the remedy was to reboot them, and the resumes of the founders spent all their time building their applications. But first, I thought, these guys are great hackers. Another danger, pointed out by Mitch Kapor, is that one has higher standards. If this was their hypothesis, it's now the default with us to live by trial and error, that. One reason high tax rates, you can't afford not to have any teeth, and the company seems more valuable if it seems risky to you to decide; software has to work on problems demanding enough to stretch you, but so are a lot of successful startups have elements of both. So there you have it: languages are not equivalent, and I had to start treating us like actual consultants, and calling us every time they wanted something changed on their site.

[perhapsthevision]

ok I don’t think there are any security questions in here so why not

Tagged by my sister @prodigaldaughteralice​. Also, tumblr is bizarrely laggy so now I'm typing long posts in a text editor like it's 2005...

1. Coke or Pepsi: I don't actually dislike cola any more, but I also don't drink it enough to have an opinion or be able to tell the difference.  Anyway, I'm white so I can hand anything to a cop and be okay :p

2. Disney or Dreamworks: I can't tell if Dreamworks actually hasn't made anything good lately, or if knocking Dreamworks has just become a meme.  But their old stuff was good.  Disney always makes a few really good things, and then a lot of dreck.  But I kind of resent them from keeping anything from passing into the public domain, as long as their lawyers have money.

3. Coffee or Tea: I probably drink more coffee per day, but tea is the one I have opinions about.  I drink coffee with a lot of milk and am just looking for something that doesn't taste nasty; tea we keep a lot of varieties of and pick based on how we're feeling.

4. Books or Movies:  In the abstract I tend to prefer books, but I enjoy both.  

5. Windows or Mac: I typically prefer Apple stuff and my primary computer will probably always be a Mac.  But it is one of my someday goals to build a PC to act as a media/game center.  

6. DC or Marvel: I'm not that invested but I think there's more Marvel stuff I like.

7. X-box or Playstation: I've always had Playstation consoles but I have nothing in particular against the XBox line that I know of.

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: I stopped playing DA:I when I learned Cassandra was straight and I've never had access to the ME line of games.  But I'd still give this to ME since my partner loves them and he's showed me hilarious stuff from them.  

9. Night Owl or Early Riser: I really enjoy being up late, sleeping, and being up early, so I think my chronotype is officially "gets all her sleep in a time machine".  But when I was really little I was a super early riser and I wouldn't be surprised if my body eventually shifts back toward that.

10. Cards or Chess: There's a running joke about me hating chess but I'm not that into card games either.  

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate for most purposes but my test of an ice cream brand is whether or not they can make a really good cream or vanilla.

12. Vans or Converse: I haven't really found either to be supportive enough for me to wear.

13. Lavallan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: Apparently this is a DA thing?

14. Fluff or Angst:  I don't really like either if it's just that and no plot.  But I guess I'd go with fluff because lately I don't like even very good media that are just All About Pain.    

15. Beach or Forest: Forest, but the beach can be beautiful too.

16. Dogs or Cats: I prefer cats but dogs are pretty great.  If I had a giant house with a big yard I'd give my cat his own personal army of large dogs to ride into battle.

17. Clear Skies or Rain:  I've lived somewhere really rainy for eight years and I loved it, especially since I'm light sensitive and sunburn super easily, but lately I've been really into clear skies for weird psychological reasons.  (OK, not that weird: someone I care about a lot passed away and then we kept having storms and rain.)

18. Cooking or Eating Out: I make the majority of the food we eat, and lately I've been trying to spend more of our food budget on good food to cook and less on going out to eat, but there's a great food scene here so I really do enjoy going to restaurants and food carts.  

19. Spicy Food or Mild:  I like it when the person at the spice store is like "it scares me that you're buying this"

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas is my favorite holiday.  My family tends to come together and most of us have time off from work to spend together, and then we get to both give and receive presents, and the cookies are good.  Kids don't come by where I live and I was never into Halloween parties, so Halloween kind of fell off after I got too old to trick or treat myself.

21. Little too cold or little too hot: Little too cold -- but lots too hot.

22. Superpower: There are others that would do more good in the world but for myself, flight or time travel.

23. Animation or Live Action: There are a lot more live action things than animated things, so it seems unfair to compare them.

24. Paragon or Renegade: Like I said I haven't played ME so I never had to pick.  In general, I usually want to play evil as amoral/practical, and way too many games instead present save puppies vs kick puppies, which pisses me off.  Also, when it seems like you're picking good for less reward vs evil for more, but you KNOW that good gives you a better reward down the line, it really saps the meaningfullness of the choice.

25. Bath or Showers: On a daily basis showers are way more practical.  I do like a nice bath now and then especially if my muscles are achy, but our tub isn't really deep enough to get comfortable.  Also I get bored in the bath and have to listen to music or something.  

26. Team Cap or Team Ironman: No, you move!  Which is weird because I otherwise find Iron Man a way more interesting character.

27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Lately I've been picking up more sci fi but I don't have a hard preference.

28. Fav Quotes: I could make a post at least this long with random quotes I like.  

29. Youtube or Netflix: They fill pretty different roles though I know YouTube is trying to get into the business of movies/tv and original content.  

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter was a generational thing, Percy Jackson came out after I was too old for it.  

31. When I Feel Accomplished: When something works out, particularly if I get praise for something I've been trying very hard to do.  Lately I got praise for my coding style and was told that I'm personable and easy to work with, and both of those made me really happy because I've been putting particular effort into them.  

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: There's a special place in my heart for the original SW trilogy but there's much more of the Star Trek verse that I'm into.  

33. Paperback Books or Hardback: I usually buy paperbacks because they're cheaper and easier to carry around, but really beautiful hardbacks are cool as art objects, and more durable.

34. A world without literature or music: Would probably mean some fundamental change in the psychology of humans.  Even dictatorships tend to have state-produced art to use to control the people.  I don't think it's sustainable to have humans and not have some of them trying to make art.  

35. Who was the last person to make me laugh: My cat being cute.  Are you gonna tell him he's not a person?

36. Sour or Sweet Candy:  Sweet, I've never gotten the point of sour candies.

37. Believe in aliens?: There is probably some form of life somewhere but I have no reason to believe it's interacted with or been exposed to us.

38. Dawn or Dusk: Probably dawn, but I see a lot more of dusk.

39. Piercings or Tattoos:  I see more people with a lot of tattoos that I think look good, than people with a lot of piercings that I think look good, but that is my personal aesthetics and obviously nobody made that choice to appeal to me.  I have pierced ears and want to get a (particular) tattoo on either my wrist or ankle someday but it keeps getting pushed down the priority list.

40. Girls? Hot?: Is this a choice or a song reference or ...?

41. Snow or Fog: I have a thing about snow because snow shut my city down repeatedly over the winter to a downright embarrassing extent and it probably accelerated the wear on my car.  In a city with decent infrastructure I'd dig snow.  Fog is pretty until you have to drive in it.

42. Sleep facing the wall or room: I share a bed so I always sleep facing the outside of the bed, I don't care which side I'm on.

43. TRC of AFTG: All Google tells me is this is some series I've never heard of

44. Horror or Drama: In terms of movie classifications, drama.  But again it's much broader.

45. Orcarina of Time or Majora’s Mask: I haven't played either, the only Nintendo products I ever had were DSes

46. Living in nature or city: I think about this a lot, nature appeals to me but I can't actually handle living in a remote area.  

47. Any addictions: TBH this is a weird question to put on a lighthearted quiz, like it's written only expecting caffeine and "lol this fandom pairing" answers but it's actually very personal information?  

48. Languages:  English natively.  Still pretty good at Japanese though I'm a bit shy about actually using it any more.  I can passively understand some Mandarin but I don't tend to speak it myself because I probably couldn't keep up with a conversation.  (Though I feel like a donk because people speak Mandarin around me a lot and I feel like they should know I understand like 60% of their conversation?)  French and Latin didn't really stick at all.  I can discuss who's making the coffee/tea in Korean and I'm trying to learn more, it's a goal of mine to get in a real class when I'm out of grad school.

49. What music do I listen to: I draw from a bunch of different genres, the core ones are probably indie rock, k-pop, and electronic. Then I tend to be picky about which artists I actually like.  Since I got a streaming account I've been enjoying trying out a lot of new stuff.

50. Fav mythical creature: uh do mindflayers count?

51. Safe zone: My apartment I guess?  That's where I can change into sweatpants and not feel self-conscious so let's go with that.

52. First fandom: I think it was Utena.  That was definitely the first one I was really into and old enough for the internet for.

53. Cartoons or Adult Shows: No matter how you define cartoons there's way more "adult shows" than that, unless maybe you mean "adult" shows, in which case this question gets even odder.

54. Current music: Dishwasher Noises by My Old Tiny Dishwasher.  It's an ambient classic AND gets most of the dishes mostly clean.

55. Favorite starter?: I'd better go with the one in my car so it doesn't get offended and act up.  (Litten though.)

56.  What would your witch’s familiar be? Maybe my cat, or maybe a floating land octopus.  Or a hawk.  But that might eat other people's familiars.