Could I get into Glendale with an expired passport?
You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
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.
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!
Um. Hi.
Kalshane - Oct 04, 2005 5:07:03 pm PDT #4664 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
Yeah. Lighting things on fire, blowing things up, breaking things in general, sword-fighting with sticks and other unsafe sword-like objects, throwing potentially lethal objects at each other, climbing trees, running around in the woods, jumping off of high objects and creating make-shift ramps for bikes, etc, etc. It's a miracle I survived.
Stupidest thing I ever did was dropping a cinder block on a bullet when I was 10 or so. I thought it would just make a loud bang (and wow was it loud). I didn't realize it would actually go anywhere without being in a gun. Thankfully it wasn't pointed at myself or anyone else.
Kat - Oct 04, 2005 5:09:24 pm PDT #4665 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I think because of the way I grew up, firing a gun indoors, any kind of gun, was completely verboten.
Kristen - Oct 04, 2005 5:15:36 pm PDT #4666 of 10001
Mine too. You'd get the "Gun Safety Lecture."
Tim Minear - Oct 04, 2005 5:17:34 pm PDT #4667 of 10001
"Don' be e-scared"
Speaking of firing guns indoors -- I'm currently reading a book about Lincoln's assassination, and it got me to thinking... actors have never liked Republicans.