Taking over the world with pretty pretty babies.
Jilli.... I've googled old friends before, but the one that knocked me over with a feather was seing and old friend's name in the writing/producing credits of Lost.
I still don't have the courage to try and find a way to email him. I fear he'd think I was looking for an in to the TV writing biz.
I probably would be.
A potential/lost love of my life may or may not be living in Kansas with a wife and active in the Friends (Quakers). I don't Google might-have-beens anymore.
What are you planning to do--throw him to the werewolf, so that you can escape."
Heh. My friend Carlos from the Yukon (really) had a similar strategy in regard to bears.
I just googled another old friend and found an article about WotC during the Good Ol' Days:
Most wall and work spaces are crowded with sight gags and toys, Lego sets, troll dolls, gargoyles, toy wizards, puzzles, or jars of candy. Young retro-punks with dyed black hair and pierced faces walk through the aisles, talking excitedly to one another other while the chains on their belt hooks jingle. A white-faced young woman in a cow-punk costume--complete with petticoats and horizontally striped black-and-white stockings--teeters around on high, pointy shoes carrying a stuffed teddy bear and wailing, "I need a Happy Meal. Won't someone go get me a Happy Meal?"
carrying a stuffed teddy bear
Pssst.... Mr. Writer-person, sir? Clovis is a devilbunny. You can tell by the floppy ears and the fangs. Be very careful about using the B-E-A-R word around him. It just gets his dander up.
My high school crush is now the head of my home county's Republican party. I thank heaven for my escape.
Jilli was Cowpunk?
No, but I think the writer had no concept of what else to call someone dressed in knee-length petticoats, stripey tights, and pointy boots. Pointy boots with 12 buckles each, I might add.
You've seriously damaged my life force. Are you worried about my face down card, or something else?
Sorry, just being random with my day. I am so very glad this day is over. Bye bye, day.
Yes, I'm sober.