FRIDAYstruck

[Kushan]

I sign for my new house tomorrow morning. Can start moving in Tuesday. So I'm going to be playing a game called Packing with the "Where did all this stuff come" from and "Seriously how did one person collect all this junk" DLCs...

As for real gaming, its probably going to be all CMANO for me this weekend. No other game is really calling out to me right now. New v1.11 RC was released today and I want to play around with it. I'm currently working on two new scenarios and been brainstorming some ideas for 2 more when these are done.

[Toonces]

^ I am just now jumping into CMANO, despite owning it for quite a while now...2 or 3 years?

What a fantastic bundle of joy this game is.  I think it's amazing the tools we as gamers have at our fingertips sometimes.  Truly a subject for its own thread...

I'd also like to continue with IL-2 with the CUP mod, which is friggin' fantastic, and maybe some BMS Falcon 4.0.  I've been doing a lot of naval warfare at work, and it's got me in that total mood to blow things up on my off time after talking about it all day.   

[TacticalWargames]

Lots of Muis front
Some Combat Mission (which one depends on mood, most likely CMBN giving the East front some time off after Muis front)
Running with Rifles  (It's great little game)
Maybe a touch of Project Zomboid
Oh and a small chance of IL2BoS.

[Moreb]

First post in a Friday thread as I just got my tuberculosis shot. Should be relatively safe.

Gonna play some

Graviteam Tactics (my vanity game)
Tigers on the Hunt  (my diamond in the rough game)
Heroes of Normandie (my newly rediscovered and seldom played game)

[MetalDog]

See?  That wasn't so bad, was it?

[Moreb]

It wasn't a horrible experience.

[ghostryder]

Still going forward in my UFC game of World of Mixed Martial Arts 4-- now to 1995

Playing some Stardrive2 with the DLC...honestly see little difference other than the hexes-- I see no difference in the ground combat though the DLC claims this is improved--yet it remains to me the dumbest part of the game. Some new sector bonus's are apparant--but overall underwhelming.

Well, the good news is no one does Hendrix better than Hansen 

[Moreb]

That was quite awesome indeed.

He's like Alvin Bishop; He aint good looking but he sure can play. Definitely has the teeth for a protracted solo.

My contribution.
Faces-You're so rude

https://youtu.be/FaBQKqS51Xg?list=RDFaBQKqS51Xg

not sure how to post the video like you did.

[MetalDog]

Just look for the YouTube tab between the six sider and some button I can't rightly describe.  It'll give the HTML tabs.  Place the YouTube link and Voila!

[TacticalWargames]

Listen to this..Hendrix on about twenty trips!

[Moreb]

Testing. Testing. Check 1.2.3.Check

[MetalDog]

 O0

[Moreb]

Good ole Dr. Albert Hoffman, the guy who 'discovered' LSD by accidentally ingesting some. His journal:

Last Friday, April 16,1943, I was forced to interrupt my work in the laboratory in the middle of the afternoon and proceed home, being affected by a remarkable restlessness, combined with a slight dizziness. At home I lay down and sank into a not unpleasant intoxicated-like condition, characterized by an extremely stimulated imagination. In a dreamlike state, with eyes closed (I found the daylight to be unpleasantly glaring), I perceived an uninterrupted stream of fantastic pictures, extraordinary shapes with intense, kaleidoscopic play of colors. After some two hours this condition faded away.

Tries it again for further self experiment:

     4/19/43 16:20: 0.5 cc of 1/2 promil aqueous solution of diethylamide tartrate orally = 0.25 mg tartrate. Taken diluted with about 10 cc water. Tasteless.

    17:00: Beginning dizziness, feeling of anxiety, visual distortions, symptoms of paralysis, desire to laugh.

    Supplement of 4/21: Home by bicycle. From 18:00- ca.20:00 most severe crisis. (See special report.)

...........


    Here the notes in my laboratory journal cease. I was able to write the last words only with great effort. By now it was already clear to me that LSD had been the cause of the remarkable experience of the previous Friday, for the altered perceptions were of the same type as before, only much more intense. I had to struggle to speak intelligibly. I asked my laboratory assistant, who was informed of the self-experiment, to escort me home. We went by bicycle, no automobile being available because of wartime restrictions on their use. On the way home, my condition began to assume threatening forms. Everything in my field of vision wavered and was distorted as if seen in a curved mirror. I also had the sensation of being unable to move from the spot. Nevertheless, my assistant later told me that we had traveled very rapidly. Finally, we arrived at home safe and sound, and I was just barely capable of asking my companion to summon our family doctor and request milk from the neighbors.
    In spite of my delirious, bewildered condition, I had brief periods of clear and effective thinking—and chose milk as a nonspecific antidote for poisoning.
    The dizziness and sensation of fainting became so strong at times that I could no longer hold myself erect, and had to lie down on a sofa. My surroundings had now transformed themselves in more terrifying ways. Everything in the room spun around, and the familiar objects and pieces of furniture assumed grotesque, threatening forms. They were in continuous motion, animated, as if driven by an inner restlessness. The lady next door, whom I scarcely recognized, brought me milk—in the course of the evening I drank more than two liters. She was no longer Mrs. R., but rather a malevolent, insidious witch with a colored mask.
    Even worse than these demonic transformations of the outer world, were the alterations that I perceived in myself, in my inner being. Every exertion of my will, every attempt to put an end to the disintegration of the outer world and the dissolution of my ego, seemed to be wasted effort. A demon had invaded me, had taken possession of my body, mind, and soul. I jumped up and screamed, trying to free myself from him, but then sank down again and lay helpless on the sofa. The substance, with which I had wanted to experiment, had vanquished me. It was the demon that scornfully triumphed over my will. I was seized by the dreadful fear of going insane. I was taken to another world, another place, another time. My body seemed to be without sensation, lifeless, strange. Was I dying? Was this the transition? At times I believed myself to be outside my body, and then perceived clearly, as an outside observer, the complete tragedy of my situation. I had not even taken leave of my family (my wife, with our three children had traveled that day to visit her parents, in Lucerne). Would they ever understand that I had not experimented thoughtlessly, irresponsibly, but rather with the utmost caution, an-d that such a result was in no way foreseeable? My fear and despair intensified, not only because a young family should lose its father, but also because I dreaded leaving my chemical research work, which meant so much to me, unfinished in the midst of fruitful, promising development. Another reflection took shape, an idea full of bitter irony: if I was now forced to leave this world prematurely, it was because of this Iysergic acid diethylamide that I myself had brought forth into the world.
    By the time the doctor arrived, the climax of my despondent condition had already passed. My laboratory assistant informed him about my self-experiment, as I myself was not yet able to formulate a coherent sentence. He shook his head in perplexity, after my attempts to describe the mortal danger that threatened my body. He could detect no abnormal symptoms other than extremely dilated pupils. Pulse, blood pressure, breathing were all normal. He saw no reason to prescribe any medication. Instead he conveyed me to my bed and stood watch over me. Slowly I came back from a weird, unfamiliar world to reassuring everyday reality. The horror softened and gave way to a feeling of good fortune and gratitude, the more normal perceptions and thoughts returned, and I became more confident that the danger of insanity was conclusively past.
    Now, little by little I could begin to enjoy the unprecedented colors and plays of shapes that persisted behind my closed eyes. Kaleidoscopic, fantastic images surged in on me, alternating, variegated, opening and then closing themselves in circles and spirals, exploding in colored fountains, rearranging and hybridizing themselves in constant flux. It was particularly remarkable how every acoustic perception, such as the sound of a door handle or a passing automobile, became transformed into optical perceptions. Every sound generated a vividly changing image, with its own consistent form and color.
    Late in the evening my wife returned from Lucerne. Someone had informed her by telephone that I was suffering a mysterious breakdown. She had returned home at once, leaving the children behind with her parents. By now, I had recovered myself sufficiently to tell her what had happened.
    Exhausted, I then slept, to awake next morning refreshed, with a clear head, though still somewhat tired physically. A sensation of well-being and renewed life flowed through me. Breakfast tasted delicious and gave me extraordinary pleasure. When I later walked out into the garden, in which the sun shone now after a spring rain, everything glistened and sparkled in a fresh light. The world was as if newly created. All my senses vibrated in a condition of highest sensitivity, which persisted for the entire day.



WoW. One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.

[Grim.Reaper]

I don't think you can go wrong with AC/DC.  They're my 7 yo son's favorite band and I had nothing to do with it. O:-)

The never possibly soon ending WiTP:AE PBEM with UCG continues.  Geek has me on the ropes.

After that it will be some XCOM Long War, Draft Day Sports: College Basketball 16, and probably some FM16.

Would be interested in your impressions on College Basketball...have the demo, but on the fence of buying do to my concerns with finding bugs later in the career...seems like in the forums, some have been found as usual...just hate getting far and walk into a career ending issue.

[TacticalWargames]

Moreb..thankfully it was locked away and forgotten about through out WW2. Imagine Hitler poisoning water supplies etc..