Whoa, that was long.
Old trusty soda machine. I push you for root beer, you give me Coke.
Willow ,'End of Days'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
DavidS - Apr 04, 2005 1:31:13 pm PDT #3047 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
amych - Apr 04, 2005 1:33:43 pm PDT #3048 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
cats v. baseball civil war
I like both. I'm Maryland!
DavidS - Apr 04, 2005 1:34:13 pm PDT #3049 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I like both. I'm Maryland!
Yeah, what kind of games did Maryland play growing up?
lori - Apr 04, 2005 1:34:55 pm PDT #3050 of 10001
Hey David, thanks for the heads up on that Chron story. I had not yet seen it.
erikaj - Apr 04, 2005 1:39:59 pm PDT #3051 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Don't know if this counts as game, but rarely did a week go by where our fridge didn't have Han Solo serving time in it.
DavidS - Apr 04, 2005 1:41:59 pm PDT #3052 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
but rarely did a week go by where our fridge didn't have Han Solo serving time in it.
So you prefer your heroes immobolized in carbonite, eh?
::takes all kinds of notes::
erikaj - Apr 04, 2005 1:47:02 pm PDT #3053 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Yeah, sure. Keeps them from running away until I finish. God, I'd have to go to so many meetings if I said that anywhere but here...you have no idea.
Kathy A - Apr 04, 2005 1:52:46 pm PDT #3054 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Games I played:
Outdoor: hotbox (I almost forgot about that one!), bingo (basketball freethrow game--word would change depending on who you played with), Red Rover (school recess--needed a lot of kids to play), Red Light/Green Light, hide n seek, mud pies, hand-slapping with sister/best friend (Miss Mary Mack-Mack-Mack, all dressed in black-black-black), jump rope (got eight stitches and a decent scar), Pogo Stick, and riding my bike to the neighborhood playground three blocks away (and getting called back for supper by my dad's distinctive whistle, which had about a mile radius--who needs a cell phone?).
Indoors: Solitaire, double solitaire, gin and rummy 500, cribbage, and canasta (with the grandparents only); Tripoly, Life, Sorry!, Monopoly, Battleship, Yahtzee, Uno, Pit (stock trading game), and Operation. We also played with my brother's cool railroad set and pulled out the Lincoln Logs and Tinkertoys, as well as his old beat up Tonka trucks.
Best ever, though, was when we got together with my godfather's family every month or so. The hosting family's kids would organize a "haunted house tour," which was basically a gross-out-with-spaghetti-and-peeled-grapes-for-body-parts combined with a painful-crawl-across-upside-down-plastic-mats (those nubby spikes hurt!) in various permutations. Also, when we got together with my uncle's family a few times a year, we would usually do a play/rendition from a kids book (I remember my older cousin Tim improvising with the then-famous line "The devil made me do it!" when we did Billy Goats Gruff).
shrift - Apr 04, 2005 1:59:37 pm PDT #3055 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
From way the hell back:
In Kalamazoo?
Shrift, where you last night???
On Friday, I was at home watching Homicide DVDs and not indulging in mischief of any kind. Had I known Pat Buchanan was going to be in town, I gladly would have gone on campus and assaulted him with a variety of condiments. I would never waste perfectly good pie on a hypocritical jackass.
erikaj - Apr 04, 2005 2:02:47 pm PDT #3056 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Somehow seeing the words Homicide and Pat Buchanan in a sentence together makes me too happy.