I didn't mean in the theater, just Glendale in general.
Mal: Okay. She won't be winning any beauty contests anytime soon. But she is solid. Ship like this, be with ya 'til the day you die. Zoe: 'Cause it's a deathtrap.
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The Minearverse 4: Support Group for Clumsy People
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
Tim Minear - Oct 04, 2005 4:40:58 pm PDT #4654 of 10001
"Don' be e-scared"
Tim Minear - Oct 04, 2005 4:43:15 pm PDT #4655 of 10001
"Don' be e-scared"
These were old women in knit caps with paint ball guns. No, Glendale's not bad. But it is odd.
Kat - Oct 04, 2005 4:43:41 pm PDT #4656 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Whew. I had visions of gunshots in the theater. This is a direct result of a paper I read today about a kid and his 3 brothers who decided to play "shoot bb guns at each other" in their house. Where do they live? Atwater Village.
Kat - Oct 04, 2005 4:44:24 pm PDT #4657 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Mikey - Oct 04, 2005 4:44:52 pm PDT #4658 of 10001
All this time, I thought Hunter was a bitch. Turns out she was just hungry.
Could I get into Glendale with an expired passport?
Sparky1 - Oct 04, 2005 4:47:46 pm PDT #4659 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
a paper I read today about a kid and his 3 brothers who decided to play "shoot bb guns at each other"
My father and two of his brothers used to see who could get a BB shot closest to their youngest brother without actually hitting him. This was in their bedroom, at night, when they were all supposed to be sleeping. So, in the dark.
But not in Glendale.
Betsy HP - Oct 04, 2005 4:57:24 pm PDT #4660 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Note to self: Don't have sons.
Oops.
Seriously, every ex-boy I know has at least one story involving explosives or pyrotechnics. They are the sort of stories that could cause parental heart failure. For the first time, dressing your boy as a girl (and no, I don't, unless you count Hogwarts robes) makes a certain amount of sense.
Matt the Bruins fan - Oct 04, 2005 4:59:21 pm PDT #4661 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Thankfully all my childhood pyrotechnics stories revolve around my best friend, the firebug. And I knew enough to stand at a safe distance any time I saw him with a match or lighter.
Nearmiss - Oct 04, 2005 5:01:37 pm PDT #4662 of 10001
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter.
Don't have sons.
Now you tell me.
Just so you're forewarned, they don't give frequent flyer miles in the ER, and you only get the giant teddy bear when you go for your first series of head x-rays.
sarameg - Oct 04, 2005 5:02:07 pm PDT #4663 of 10001
I played with exploives and pyroshit. Time honored family tradition.... I was more about the burn than the bang, though. But I was suitably impressed by my brother's experiments in blowing up gijoe little people. When the rubber bands connecting their limbs went, they went flying!
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