Elder Scrolls Online

Acquiring Guts for fishing

Used for fishing in Lakes. An excellent place to farm these very quickly for Dominion players is “Sacred Leap Grotto” in southeastern Grahtwood. Frog aplenty with quick respawns.

up for some thieving?

At-Tura Estate is an excellent location to pickpocket unsuspecting lords.




OpenVPN installer wget https://git.io/vpn -O openvpn-install.sh && bash openvpn-install.sh
List of Installed Packages dpkg –get-selections | grep -v deinstall > packages
wget  wget -A pdf,jpg -m -p -E -k -K -np http://site/path/

This will mirror the site, but the files without jpg or pdf extension will be excluded

Correct permissions /var/www sudo adduser $USER www-data

sudo chown $USER:www-data -R /var/www

sudo chmod +0775 -R /var/www

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ESO: A Predator’s Heart

For those who have forgotten or skipped this quest, it is about the Argonian Murk-Watcher, one of the band of retired adventurers who tried to make a go of a settled and peaceful life at the Dro-Dara plantation, only to be driven away in the end. Her old companions are concerned that Murk-Watcher has been in a decline recently and “frequently seems confused as to where she is,” as I think one of them puts it. When you speak with her in the middle of a flooded field, after releasing her and the others from the bandits, she tells you that she has realized that she is not an Argonian but a crocodile, and asks you to kill a large, old crocodile on the plantation so that she can eat its heart and become what she has always really been.

I expect a lot of people found this rather absurd, even funny. I didn’t, and I suspect it was not written to be funny. Something was nagging at my mind when I saw the way Murk-Watcher was expressing herself; I recognized it from somewhere.

All my life, I have harbored a secret. It drove me to leave home and seek adventure, but now I must face my inner truth. That I am not an Argonian. I am a crocodile. This lifetime, I have borrowed the form of another, but my true form is calling me home…. My entire life, I have felt like a crocodile out of water. Literally. I am old now, and this body is dying. If I become a crocodile, I can start anew. Live the life I was supposed to live.

What became clear after a little thought was that Murk-Watcher’s situation has been written as a close parallel to that of a trans person recognizing their true gender identity: All my life, I have harbored a secret…but now I must face my inner truth….I have borrowed the form of another, but my true form is calling me home….If I become a ……., I can….live the life I was supposed to live. One of my closest friends is trans, and we talked a great deal during the time that she was working through to an understanding of her own situation. That’s whenI had heard all these themes first, of course not in the same words, but in the same spirit.

I don’t know whether this parallel was intentional, unconscious, or accidental. But I am glad to see it there.


I Dig Rock And Roll Music – Peter, Paul & Mary

Unlike the previous songs on this list, the lack of understanding regarding Peter, Paul & Mary’s 1967 smash “I Dig Rock And Roll Music” is less a result of cryptic lyrics than us music lovers’ lazy listening habits, only listening to half of a song’s lyrics, combining them with the song’s title, and drawing conclusions about the tune from that alone. That’s not to say that “I Dig…” doesn’t have stylish lyrics, because it does; in fact, the style of the lyrics, along with the instrumental arrangements, do a lot to get the song’s point across. However, the lyrics are still somewhat straightforward, and, although the music is great and it’s easy to get swept up in the beat, not listening to the lyrics may indict us, listeners, including myself, of being just what the songwriters claim that rock lovers are like. “I Dig…” was written by Paul Stookey (the “Paul” of the group’s name), Jim Mason, and Dave Dixon in response to the quickly-rising rock music “fad” of the time. Stookey, Mason, and Dixon felt that rock music was inferior to folk music; while they felt that folk tunes were deep and thoughtful, they thought that rock n’ roll was shallow and only appealed to the lowest denominator of record buyers. To express this opinion, the three composed this song, which lampooned three of the most popular rock artists of the time while also skewering their fans. The song’s first verse mocks rock lovers, heavily using the slang terms of the time (like “dig” and “happenin”), while also stating that rock lovers don’t like “smart” music but prefer vapid bubble-gum songs. The second verse mocks then-popular group The Mamas And The Papas, using the musical style of The Mamas & Papas’ recent hit “Monday, Monday” to ridicule the group for writing lyrics that make no sense. The second verse teases the psychedelic guru Donovan, particularly his song “Sunshine Superman,” taking him to task for also writing incomprehensible lyrics (this is actually a valid argument in Donovan’s case; while his music is good, his lyrics are rather strange). The third verse takes on the Beatles, accusing them of being sell-outs, caring less about what their music says that the amount of money it brings in. The fourth and final verse takes up an interesting tack; it states that, while important messages could conceivably be conveyed through rock music, they would have to be so heavily concealed that it would render the message indecipherable. I know that, when I was a kid, I thought that this tune was merely a loving homage to my favorite genre of music, and, as I read others’ writings about the song and as I’ve talked about it with others, I’m relieved to find that I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. It feels good to know that you’re not the only lazy listener out there. I can’t help but wonder what Stookey, Mason & Dixon thought as they watched their anti-rock song climb steadily up the Billboard charts, become a platinum rock record, and, in what must have been the ultimate insult, be covered by one of the song’s targets, The Mamas And The Papas. I guess that just goes to show you that, in the words of Stephen King, sarcasm will get you nowhere in this world unless you want to write for Mad magazine


Third party Steam tools


Steam Trade Matcher

Got a couple duplicates of that Her Story trading card with the woman sitting in front of the camera and you want to dump them and collect the other cards of the woman sitting in front of the camera so you can have a complete set of cards of the woman sitting in front of the camera? Sign in with Steam through this site, and it’ll scan for your duplicate trading cards, list other card holders or bots who have the missing cards you need, and let you make a trade offer. Continue reading


A couple of Articles on Furries that were in my bookmarks.

Read This: For furries, it’s about identity, not sex

Furries have gotten an unjustified bad rap, according to a new article in The Guardian. In popular culture, from CSI to Entourage, furries are almost always shown as weird sexual fetishists who get their thrills skritching and yiffing in the fur pile. It turns out, most furries aren’t in it for the sex at all. As the Guardian piece explains,

“We researchers are horrified by that stuff,” says Kathleen Gerbasi, a social psychologist who has researched the furry community extensively. “Because it really doesn’t represent the reality we see in the fandom.”

In her experience, people have either never heard of furries or they have a wildly distorted idea of it. As a result, fur fandom have become far more stigmatized than other similar nerd niches, such as anime and cosplay.

How furries became a fandom

Long before the Internet itself was invented, Walt Disney and Warner Brothers invented furries.

Assuming that the Internet bred furry fandom is an easy assumption to make. It’s certainly the assumption I made, despite running with a crowd of scene kids and furries in Bush-era suburban Georgia. But furries—fans of anthropomorphic animals—go back both further and not as far as you might think.

What’s the Deal with “Furries?”

Furries. You might know them as “the people who dress up in the giant animal mascot costumes.” Or, depending on the media you consume, you may also know them as “the people who think they’re animals and have a weird fetish for fur.” Or, just as likely, you have never heard the term “furry” before outside the context of your pet dog or the neighbor with the back hair who mows his lawn without a shirt on every Saturday. Regardless of what you have or have not heard about furries, it might surprise you to learn that there is a team of researchers who have devoted their careers to studying this fandom. Perhaps even more surprising is what nearly a decade of research on the subject can tell us all about how we relate to animals, how we understand ourselves, and how we benefit from letting our inner child run wild every so often.