Happy birthday, Vortex!
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
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.
And I mean the term freak very gently.
Yeah. For me, it's a unnerving sense of the alien, like noticing the off-key details of a dream as you're having a kegger with your college buddies at your great aunt and uncle's two-houses-ago-home and crocodiles are roaming wild in Kansas. Like standing in a Burger King in Budapest and trying to figure out how to order french fries; the landscape looks familiar, like you ought to know what you're doing, but the language is nothing like your own and nobody stops to help you, because you're dressed like you belong there instead of wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a fanny pack and sneakers that light up when you walk.
Like that.
I'm the poor relation in my family.
Yeah, but you're clearly the coolest, Gud.
Also poor relation, but they're all nouveau and shit, so I'm not sure it counts.
I don't think you can be that poor with a spaceship in the backyard and kids that cute.
I never had a spaceship.
I had one, but it was just in my mind, so I don't think it counts.
My kids had a castle, but it was boughten.
So, I think we consense that Gud's children should be envied their father. If my dad wasn't so great, and if I weren't way too old for that kind of thing, I'd trade.
I didn't even have enough backyard for a spaceship, never mind a castle! t /tragic childhood