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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 11, 2005 22:19:33 GMT -5
Ok, file this one under "Interesting Fan Pairings"
Dr. Jonathon Crane, the Scarecrow, the Master of Fear, and Pamela Isley, Poison Ivy, Mistress of Plants.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 12, 2005 20:18:24 GMT -5
Some people just don't know when to stop pushing...
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 12, 2005 20:37:15 GMT -5
Seriously, why do I bother going outside here before midnight? I know I love the feeling of the storm that still lingers in the air and the dark blanket that the night wraps around me, but compared to the idiocity of the neighbors I have to deal with at times, I wonder if it's worth it...
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Post by BloodAngel on Jul 13, 2005 7:11:16 GMT -5
Wasn't it still storming after midnight?
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 13, 2005 7:32:12 GMT -5
I don't know, I was in bed.
I was outside for a couple hours between 2030 and 2230, and I realized again just how stupid my neighbors really are.
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Post by Enigma! on Jul 14, 2005 10:52:50 GMT -5
I don't feel sorry for anyone who lives in an area where storms/hurricanes/tornadoes/earthquakes live who complain when their houses are hit. You can all move quite easily. Not neccissarily up here (Though it would be nice if someone would... ;D), but somewhere safer.
"It's not even that hard to move! Your house has wheels!" [/Carlos Mencia]
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Post by BloodAngel on Jul 14, 2005 11:10:21 GMT -5
Thank you, dear. Tis something that needs to be said.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 14, 2005 16:44:20 GMT -5
I wonder if there's something prophetic about the fact that the replacement wedding ring Hawkeye gave Margaret when she lost the one she got from Donald said "Over hill, Over dale, Our love will ever fail" and she and Donald later got divorced...
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 14, 2005 16:56:52 GMT -5
Along the same line, does it say something about Hawkeye and Margaret's relationship that she liked a cheap copy of her ring from him a lot better than the original from Donald?
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 17, 2005 12:01:40 GMT -5
A Former Classmate[/u]
You know, there's one classmate (well, two, but only one counts here) that I miss: Bryan. The school gym had these sparring sticks, you know the kind: plastic stick with a foam cylinder on the end? Well, on free days in gym class, he was always willing to pick up a stick or two and spar with me... Ok, so I was the school 'champ' (A few others occasionally took part in 'matches' of one on one or 'melees' of three or more), but that was only because I already knew how to fence and fight with both staves and swords... Of course, since you guys know high schoolers, you can guess what happens... that's right, some of the other students started using the stick ends to hit with instead of the foam ends and EVERYBODY was banned from using them...
What brought this on what I've been outside a couple times today with a wiffle bat 'sword' to practice and it's not much fun having no opponent, no element of the unexpected, no adreneline (ok, so it gets the blood pumping and the breathing speeds up, but that happens with any exercise) from 'fighting' for your 'life'... It's boring.
Neck Braces[/u]
I did a custom figure that involves a neck brace type thing (he has a 'sonic cannon', so the brace and the rest of his armor is to help keep his bones from being shaken apart) and it reminded me of the day of my accident...
It's no secret that I broke my jaw, but you want to know what's funny?
Even though I was a walking wounded, the EMTs gear (backboard and neckbrace) hurt worse than the actual injuries. I NEVER lay completely flat on my back, my pillow's at an angle, I lean against walls when on the porch (still want a swing out there), or I lay on my side or my stomach, so the back board had me in an uncomfortable position...
And the neckbrace? GOD! I would have rather been shot like an injured horse than wear that. Ok, so my jaw was broke, BIG DEAL! That I could deal with, nothing unlike a headache or a twisted ankle or strained muscle, just a simple injury... but the damn neckbrace's top edge kept driving up INTO my jaw so I couldn't ignore the pain!
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Post by Enigma! on Jul 17, 2005 22:55:19 GMT -5
If I were to ever get a motorcycle, I want one like the Captain America from Easy Rider. Chrome everything, sissy bars, sweet gas tank with the American flag painted on it. That chopper makes me proud to be an American.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 18, 2005 11:42:54 GMT -5
You haven't seen some of the Teutals' work, have you?
Oh, man... I nearly fainted today while I was driving the route:
I passed this motorcycle shop and sitting in front: The Black Widow.
I had to turn around and drive back past it twice more to make sure I wasn't dreaming...
Ok, so it was a motorbike, not a motorcycle, but still...
*Discovery Channel-style bleep*ing awesome...
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 18, 2005 20:59:05 GMT -5
You know, sometimes I wish I actually had a clue how to do some of the things I try to do...
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Jul 18, 2005 21:11:58 GMT -5
Now I remember what else I wanted to say...
Looks like a full moon tonight... I've heard it called two things, a Lunatic Moon...
And a 'Lover's Moon'.
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Post by Enigma! on Jul 18, 2005 23:47:21 GMT -5
Two sets of lovers, and at least two of us on the board (Me and Magnus) are lunatics. Coincidence?
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