{"id":55,"date":"2002-02-16T09:23:14","date_gmt":"2002-02-16T14:23:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/wordpress\/rope_em_and_brand_em"},"modified":"2002-02-16T09:23:14","modified_gmt":"2002-02-16T14:23:14","slug":"rope_em_and_brand_em","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/2002\/02\/rope_em_and_brand_em.html","title":{"rendered":"Rope ’em and brand ’em"},"content":{"rendered":"

\nM’ris<\/a> reminds me why we need engagement
\nrings. “Silly Evan,” she says, it’s because “paying off med school loans doesn’t
\ngive a physical mark saying, ‘Hands off! This woman is property!'”
\nSheesh, I can’t believe I forgot about that.\n<\/p>\n

\nWe then discussed alternative solutions for the problem:\n<\/p>\n

\nMris:  >> Maybe a tattoo would work....\n\nMe:    > Now *that's* using the ol' noggin!  The only problem is, \n       > the tattoo idea needs to hit \"critical mass\" in the public \n       > consciousness, otherwise it won't act as a deterrent to all \n       > those unscrupulous predators out there.  Kind of a \n       > chicken-and-egg problem there.\n\nM'ris: Ahh, but the tattoo just needs to be on the forehead and \n       read \"taken.\"  Subtlety is quite overrated.  Then as the custom \n       evolves, it can become simply a t or something like that.\n<\/pre>\n
\nWhen I brought up this issue with Mike<\/a>, he immediately
\nlaunched into a discussion of property law.  In the 19th century, some whalers
\nwould hunt whales by firing harpoons from shore.  However, there were
\nmany whalers, and when you’d shoot a whale, it would dive, swim off for a while,
\nand then<\/em> beach itself and die.  There was no way to tell who owned
\nthe carcass. So each whaler had to decorate his harpoons in a distinctive manner.
\n(The decorated harpoons were called, “waifs”.)\n<\/p>\n
\nI’m not quite sure what this has to do with marriage, and I’m not sure I
\nwant to know.\n<\/p>\n
\nIn Other News:  On Poker Night this week, we only had three people (two of our
\nregulars were out of town). So there weren’t enough for poker.  However, our host,
\nPage, has been trying to get us to play
\nMordheim<\/a>
\nfor a long time now.  I admit, I had been cool to the idea of playing Mordheim — I’m not
\nreally into miniature-strategy games.  But Page finally wore me down — “You can play
\na squad of human mercenaries, undead, rat-men, battle nuns…”\n<\/p>\n
\nBattle Nuns?!  Why didn’t you say so in the first place!<\/em>\n<\/p>\n
\nSo it turns out that basic rules in Mordheim are easy to learn, set-up is fast,
\nand the game has a cool 3-D aspect to it.  And the best part is that a match takes
\nless than two hours (even if you choose to fight until one side is
\ncompletely wiped out — or as we call it, “To the Pain!”TM<\/small><\/sup>).\n<\/p>\n
\nAnyway, I am proud to report that my crack warband of Battle Nuns carried the day
\nagainst Page’s foul undead legions.  Once again the Pants of Evil have been yanked
\ndown by the Mocking Hands of Justice!  Page, good sport that he is,
\ncommemorated the battle<\/a> in a news report.\n<\/p>\n
\nFinally, last night I saw Monster’s Ball<\/a>
\nwith Mike, Nancy<\/a>, and Sam<\/a> in downtown
\nSan Jose.  It was a decent
\nflick (I loved the nearly wordless ending scene — Halle Berry can act<\/em>.)
\nUnfortunately there was a jackass right behind us who had an inappropriate laugh or
\ncomment every minute-and-a-half.  Yes, these jerks are in the artsier theaters, too.\n<\/p>\n
\nNancy then took us to Picasso’s, where we ordered tapas and a bottle of wine.
\nM’ris!  Wake up, pay attention — they had tapas!  I found tapas!  And this reminds
\nme, it’s time for another winelog entry:\n<\/p>\n
\nCampillo, Spain, 1996 Crianza: ¡Bueno!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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