I've never played lasertag or paintball. I have this irrational fear that if I played paintball, things would end up like this: [link]
edit: image is rather disturbing....
Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
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.
tommyrot - Apr 06, 2006 5:12:05 am PDT #9072 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
TomW - Apr 06, 2006 5:13:41 am PDT #9073 of 10001
"The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be."
While I'm linking to the BBC, UK's first case of bird flu, [link] about ten miles from where my mum lives.
I would also like to stress that although we drove through Cellardyke about a week before the bird was found, we did not stop at the harbour and we did not have *any* suspicious test-tubes with us. Not at all.
Nora Deirdre - Apr 06, 2006 5:15:48 am PDT #9074 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
yikes, Tom.
Dana - Apr 06, 2006 5:20:23 am PDT #9075 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Why is half of the internet broken today? Even Yahoo Mail is giving me attitude.
tommyrot - Apr 06, 2006 5:20:45 am PDT #9076 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I'm disturbed that cats can get bird flu. They can also apparantly transmit it ot other cats.
You know, all it'd take would be for an epidemic to kill all the cats and dogs, and then people would have monkeys for pets, and then in a few years we'd be all, "Get your filthy paws off me, you damn dirty ape!"
§ ita § - Apr 06, 2006 5:21:06 am PDT #9077 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
The head of the krav instructors is trying to organise an instructor paintball outing.
I can't begin to enumerate the ways in which that's not a healthy idea. But I do know exactly who I'd want on my team.
Thief: It does kind of bother me, because I got quite excited to see Linda Hamilton onscreen, and I liked her role. Dina Meyer--who the hell cares? It also puts me in mind of The Unit, where none of the women get to do anything physically interesting--they're just all uberwives. Those are two of the shows (perhaps the only two) that have recently started that caught my eye, and I'm not getting my too cool chick fix from either.
tommyrot - Apr 06, 2006 5:21:23 am PDT #9078 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Why is half of the internet broken today? Even Yahoo Mail is giving me attitude.
Who forgot to pay the internet bill?
Frankenbuddha - Apr 06, 2006 5:21:25 am PDT #9079 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
We used to play laser tag a lot at my first job. My team used to annoy a lot of the other teams. They would play every week, practice all the time and take it very seriously. We would turn up once a month or so and wipe the floor with them. It was fun.
Now I'm imagining Tom in "Team Laser Tag GO!" mode, and it's cracking me up.
Jesse - Apr 06, 2006 5:22:43 am PDT #9080 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
tommyrot -- Yikes! A little warning, please!
tommyrot - Apr 06, 2006 5:23:19 am PDT #9081 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I can't begin to enumerate the ways in which that's not a healthy idea. But I do know exactly who I'd want on my team.
Let me guess - people you'd trust with your life? People you'd be willing to jump on a live paint-grenade for?