Challenge #124 (maps) is now closed.
In honor of the divine Erika, the Phoenix board, and, well, me and all the other cool September babies, Challenge #125 is birthday celebrations .
Mal: Yeah, well, just be careful. We cheated Badger out of good money to buy that frippery, and you're supposed to make me look respectable. Kaylee: Yes, sir, Captain Tightpants.
'Shindig'
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Lee - Sep 18, 2006 9:00:38 am PDT #8333 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
erikaj - Sep 19, 2006 11:17:26 am PDT #8334 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Victor, some evidence that I've read your column
Bear in mind I'm not quite a poet, though.
For Victor...
I’m an asshole because when I look good in my leather jacket,
I rarely think about the cows...it’s that special for the plain girl to feel hot.
I’m an asshole every time I flip past Olbermann for something dumb on Nick at Nite I’ve even seen before, and then I use my insomnia as an excuse: Think too much and I might never sleep again, I weakly apologize, than mainline laugh tracks like a buffoon.
I’m an asshole every time I make fun of the well-intentioned granola women I know, spirit names and all, especially since I’m respectful to their faces.(Their clean, no-makeup-wearing, 1970-hair-having faces)
I’m an asshole every time I look through my crowd for somebody “worse off” than I.
There are thousands of ways not to be a hero every day...these are mine.
deborah grabien - Sep 20, 2006 2:34:04 pm PDT #8335 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Huh. For some reason, the birthday topic doesn't seem to be sparking.
I have one, but it's well beyond depressing, and since I am not, at this precise moment in time, particularly depressed, I don't want to remember what I did on someone else's birthday on 24 February, 1976.
Lee - Sep 20, 2006 2:39:22 pm PDT #8336 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I know. We could change it to cake.
People like cake, right?
ChiKat - Sep 20, 2006 2:42:44 pm PDT #8337 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Cake or death?
Lee - Sep 20, 2006 2:43:10 pm PDT #8338 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Exactly!
Aims - Sep 20, 2006 2:49:14 pm PDT #8339 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
thinks
uhhhhh..Cake!
deborah grabien - Sep 20, 2006 3:33:01 pm PDT #8340 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
.....so my choice is, or death...?
Typo Boy - Sep 20, 2006 3:47:46 pm PDT #8341 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Cake or death?
That would depend upon whose death? Cause I have a little list...
sarameg - Sep 20, 2006 4:17:27 pm PDT #8342 of 10001
He's a screaming three and a half year old. We dart after him, delighted. Turtles eating strawberries are new discoveries, seen through older new eyes, taking up hours. Simple toys made 60 years before him gain a new gloss. We are attacked with water and actually like it, just revelling in the bubble of uncontrolled laughter and triumph.
It's my birthday, and everyone has forgotten it. And I don't care.