MiniSky: Thoughts About Funny Cat Pictures

-Estella Warren is so hot, she’ll burn you eyes!
-Funny sexy commercial
-ADHD in Southpark
-Phil Hartman For Slice Soda

-Model (I think) Nikki Gray
-Elisha Cuthbert is smoking
-Natalie Portman is going to knock you out
-Enter for a Chance to Win an HDTV!

More Tuna:
Mena Suvari Pictures
Kim Smith Pictures
Jaime Pressly Pictures

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Have you ever had one of those D&D games? You know the ones. Someone refers to someone else as “just a stupid elf” and suddenly the character sheets are awash in sensitive elven tears. Or a particularly temperamental druid gets all pissed off at the DM for hogging the last piece of pizza (because the DM always gets the last piece of pizza) and it ends with everyone cursing everyone else’s immortal souls to eternal damnation (ie, “As long as we both shall live, you will never be invited to my apartment for Farscape night EVER AGAIN”).

Not that those things have ever happened to me or anything. Ahem.

But for those of you who have intimately experienced the glorious highs and excruciating lows of all things RPG, well, Jon Collins feels your pain. Jon is an awesome geek actor who executive produced and stars in the nerd-friendly flick Fellowship of the Dice. The film is shot mockumentary-style, a la Christopher Guest and The Office, and it follows a cynical young lady (Aimee Graham) looking for a new group of friends. Gamer guy Sanford (Alastair Surprise) invites her to participate in a session of his favorite RPG, Wizards, Warriors and Wyrms, and the experience opens her eyes to a whole new world.

The film is a funny and affectionate look at nerd life and features Jon as Larry, a talkative gamer/aspiring actor with a penchant for yoga. Jon and the other filmmakers will be screening Fellowship at various conventions throughout the summer, so definitely go see it if you can. In honor of this Saturday’s screening at the Gamex Convention in L.A., we asked Jon to respond to a few burning nerdly questions…

Please share your geek CV.

Gamed when I was younger. Had a ton of action figures — still do. I have every season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD, but for the longest time, I taped them when they aired and I had them in specially-made boxes that a friend of ours put together. [My partner and Fellowship of the Dice writer-executive producer] Tom surprised me [with that] as a birthday present one year. They were labeled and had different pictures of the cast on them. My older brother lives in Italy and he’s a huge Buffy fan, so last year for his birthday, I shipped all the tapes out to him and I kept all the DVDs for myself. I have the Buffy the Vampire Slayer board game. I play the Buffy the Vampire Slayer role-playing game. And I have the Angel role-playing game as well. I’m a huge fan of Heroes. I have 150 comic books at home. We have a lot of different types of role-playing game books at home. We have Dungeons & Dragons, Champions, Silver Age Sentinels, Aberrant, Trinity, Tunnels and Trolls. We have a ton of board games. My idea of an ideal New Year’s Eve is having a bunch of people over with some drinks and we play board games all night and have a bunch of movies playing, usually with a theme — one year we did superheroes, one year we did all the Lord of the Rings movies, including the animated Hobbit. So, total nerd and proud of it.

Which Fellowship character’s gaming style most resembles your own?

Oh, the character I play. The character I play in the movie, I’m making fun of myself the entire time. I tend to play the flamboyant bard or singer or the very social one of the group. The joke amongst my gaming friends is, “Have Jon do it, because Jon likes to talk to people.” So I tend to play the really social one with the quippy one-liners and that kind of thing.

When you game, are you a pure stats sheet kind of guy, or do you like to have a picture of your character to go with it?

It depends. I just started playing this superhero role-playing game and one of the guys who plays in the game found a website where you can design your own superhero, so I designed my own superhero. I usually don’t do that. I usually don’t have a drawing. [Sometimes] I’ll find a picture online, like, “Oh, this is maybe what the character looks like.” I’ll come up with a character history and a little bit of a background. When you’re young and you’re role-playing, a lot of it is, “Kill monster, take treasure, kill monster, take treasure.” But as you get older, it’s more the interaction and the improv of it that tends to be why we play now. It’s not just the killing the bad guy, which is always fun – [it’s] combining that with some other things as well.

Go here for more screening dates and info (or to buy a copy of the flick!). Netflixers, it’s also available for you to rent.

(cross-posted at Funny Paperless)

I was about to make a post bemoaning the fact that LOLCATS images are more popular than Webcomics, meaning that all the creative writing and drawing all over the web is being trumped by pictures of cats and captions in bad English, but now a couple of the sharpest writers in Webcomicdom have decided not to fight ‘em, but to join ‘em.

I’m talking about LOLBOTS, the instantaneously popular blog of LOL-pictures featuring robots, assembled by a team that includes one guy who really knows robots, Diesel Sweeties’ R. Stephens and another who knows a few robots, Questionable Content’s J. Jacques (both of whose work I have praised in my comicsblog) . In two days, they have assembled an impressive assortment of memes and macros starring some of the biggest mechanical stars of science fiction and some real-life robots too. Still, in the rush to pull it all together, they have omitted some obvious BOTS woth LOLing.

Where are the Bots from MST3K?

And what, no Bender?

And the robot from Lost in Space (I did a little reverse in this one, having a robot that was usually less than humanly erudite speak like an authority figure)

You DO remember Hymie the Robot in “Get Smart”, don’t you?

Also in MY robotic memories, the mechanical techs-turned-landscapers named after Donald Duck’s nephews in the Eco-Space-Opera “Silent Running”.

And this one may be a stretch, but since most real-life robots today work on assembly lines, here’s that classic TV moment with a mechanized conveyor belt…

Yeah, I admit it. I LOL Lucy.

Well, here’s to you, proud LOLBOTers. And if I get any more ideas, you’ll be the 18th to know. (My loyal readership of 17 will be ahead of you)

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My post(s) about the Gay Blogger Summit and the Gay Blogger Clique seems to have made me a bit unpopular.

I’ve actually been accused of secretly talking about people behind their backs.

On my blog.

Which is read by an average of over 400 people per day.

If I want to keep something a secret, I try to avoid posting it here.

So I’m going to use this post to put the whole thing to bed. I was going to respond directly to Chad’s comments on Another Update for The Week via email, but since I’ve received a couple of emails from other parties, and since I’ve been oh-so-subtly called out by Nathan, I decided that a post on my own site is less likely to be misquoted or missed.

You can call it whatever you like, a group of friends, a collection of bloggers who know and like each other… paint the picture how you like, it’s a clique.

From Merriam-Webster: clique: a narrow exclusive circle or group of persons; especially : one held together by common interests, views, or purposes.

As I said in my original post, No Fatties Allowed, about stumbling into the midst of the clique, I tried over a period of weeks to engage members of this group. I commented on posts. I sent email to some. I added blogs to my blogroll.

I got no response.

How could I have stumbled into a group of anywhere from 7-12 bloggers all of whom know each other, all of whom share the same exact policy of non-response to comments or contact from outsiders and not thought that it was some exclusive group?

How many contact attempts should I make before coming to the conclusion that the bloggers in question have no desire to respond, interact, or otherwise communicate with me?

A single comment, email, or visit to my blog by any of the clique members might have given me a different outlook.

However, don’t get me wrong, when it really comes down to it, I don’t care. I found the experience to be interesting from a social view point… that people who were presumably discriminated against, or were excluded as youth (as I would posit most gay people were) would grow up to become people who would exclude others. It was interesting in that I could make a parallel between the blog world and the world of gay clubs and even the high school cafeteria.

I wasn’t intentionally calling anyone out. Not Dan, not Chad, not Chris, or anyone else that lives in that circular blogroll. If I had meant to name names, I would have made it quite clear who I was talking about. And until now, I’d say that none of my readers had any idea who I was referring to. The who wasn’t important.

I made no statements about their characters, or writing abilities. Actually, that’s not true. I said that I enjoyed the blogs, I enjoyed Chad’s artistry and sense of humor. I found Dan’s stories about experiences in and around the city entertaining. If I didn’t enjoy the personality or characters, I wouldn’t have bothered trying to engage the bloggers in conversation.

As far as my take on the one and only podcast I listened to, I realize the distinction between saying that the featured clique members “came across as vapid, screeching queens” and “the clique members are vapid, screeching queens” is subtle, there is a distinction nonetheless.

Having met Dan and Jimmi, I can assure everyone that neither of them are vapid or screechy.

I stand by my assessment of the clique as being exclusive, whether intentional or not. And that brings me to

“The Gay Blogger Summit.”

Lest anyone get the wrong idea, my friends and I had a great time at the party on Friday night. Read my recap. Look at the pictures. Do you see the smiles? Do you see dancing, and nudity, and alcoholic beverages galore? Do you see nipple licking, hugging, and groups of people making silly faces and otherwise engaging in frivolity?

Yes you do.

That’s because it was a good party.

I’m sure that it took a bit of finesse and effort to put the event together. I don’t doubt that.

Here’s where it gets a bit icky for me… it’s obvious to me that the expectation was that all (or nearly all) of the participants knew each other already. I don’t think anyone can argue that the core group were friends. There was little thought or attention paid to people who did not fit into that group.

Several weeks ago I asked Dan if it would be possible to get a list of all the participant’s blog addresses so that I could become familiar with the blogs and the writers before meeting them. I didn’t want to spend the whole evening saying, “Gosh, I’m sorry I haven’t read your blog, I’ll check it out when I get home.”

Dan responded that he had been thinking about that, that he thought it was a good idea, and he would put it together but that a good place to start would be his blogroll.

Dan has a large blogroll, and the names on the Evite don’t match up with it. And many of the bloggers who had RSVP’d the Evite aren’t on his blogroll, including UMB, my friend Dan, or myself. (That’s not a blogroll beg, just an observation.)

A week before the event Dan published the list and I spent as much time as I could reading everyone’s site and commenting.

When the day arrived, parking was indeed a bitch. Yes, I know it is San Francisco. I’m well aware of the parking situation in San Francisco. It was a particularly hard day to find a spot, as a ballgame was scheduled and the bar was within walking distance to the ballpark.

Being a typical sports-hating homo, I know nothing of major league baseball’s schedule. And really, I didn’t even give a single thought to the fact that there might be a game. A heads up would have been greatly appreciated.

It wasn’t anything that ruined the evening. It was a minor frustration that was alleviated immediately upon the purchase of my first Grey Goose martini. I even walked in and loudly asked the question, “Ok, who the hell scheduled a ball game at the same time as our party?” Funny, right?

And then there’s the lack of nametags. I realize it’s a really silly thing when you think about it, however, I have a tendency to try very hard to accommodate people who might feel a bit nervous in social situations. I realize that not everyone has the ability to strike up a conversation with a stranger. I’ve been to several gatherings of people who have met through online forums, and I know that there are many of us geek-types are shy or somewhat socially awkward. Approaching someone who has a nametag on with their blog listed is a little touch that could have made others feel included and identifiable.

Did it ruin the party? Nope. Not at all. At least not for me.

I don’t harbor any ill feelings toward anyone. I didn’t before the event. I truly enjoyed meeting everyone. It was a bit frustrating in that I didn’t know a single person there, despite making a sincere effort to befriend many of the people in attendance prior to the party.

So I hope that this horse can now be considered exhaustively beaten. I think I do a fine job of speaking my mind without others having to put words into my mouth or read between the lines to get at some hidden message that isn’t intended.

If you’re still not convinced, then ask yourself if you really give a shit what *I* think anyway. You all have a great group of friends that love and support you and I invite you all to tell me to go to hell.

I’m sure there’s ample parking.*

* See what I did there? I brought it all home with my joke about parking. Why does no one get my humor?

Would someone please tell me the story of how Brett Cajun came to piss all over someone (is that why Darin’s shirt is wet?)?

Nothing tech related this time.

Just something… very personal lets say.

There are lots of beautiful man on earth,but some are just too beautiful.

God bless and bring some more of this kind!

Wentworth Miller

And another most beautiful man.

Josh Holloway

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