Railroad tracks.
I happen to be very biteable, pal. I'm moist and delicious.
Xander ,'Bring On The Night'
Sang Sacré
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
DXMachina - Jun 02, 2004 7:19:50 pm PDT #851 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
sumi - Jun 02, 2004 7:28:35 pm PDT #852 of 1100
Art Crawl!!!
That reminds me - is the 7:32 the Gotham Special -- or will it stop at Bludhaven too?
Gus - Jun 03, 2004 10:02:31 am PDT #853 of 1100
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
New features and better icons up on the map.
Aeshma - Jun 03, 2004 10:10:30 am PDT #854 of 1100
"Observe Deimos, my post has nearly killed the Natter thread."
"Death is your art sir."
Aeshma - Sep 02, 2004 4:51:47 am PDT #855 of 1100
A Sang Sacre citizen taking a casual stoll down a street near Van Folly notices construction workers placing down concrete barriers, blocking off some streets. He asks the construction worker about it.
"Just blocking off the streets to get ready for the Wizard Party National Convention."
"Wizard Party?"
"Yeah, apparently they've got a presidential canidate, who knew?"
Am-Chau Yarkona - Sep 02, 2004 5:14:37 am PDT #856 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
a presidential canidate
Canidate? No, Bill, you're already married.
sorry sorry sorry
hides in corner, muttering 'must not mock typos. I do it too'
Connie Neil - Sep 02, 2004 8:05:48 am PDT #857 of 1100
brillig
"Presidential candidate?" Bob says, looking at the fliers. "I thought we were a crypto-anarchy."
"That's a vampire pun, isn't it."
"Very good, and on only half your usual caffeine, too."
Aeshma - Dec 20, 2004 7:39:44 am PST #858 of 1100
"Why have all these people put lights on trees and buildings, Deimos?"
"It's for Christmas sir, you tried to destroy it last year. Or at least the fat man with the presents."
"Damn, how many days away is this event?"
"5 days sir."
"Come Deimos, we must stop this merriment at once!"
Beverly - Dec 20, 2004 9:01:11 am PST #859 of 1100
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
A sudden darkening of the pale winter sunlight outside my window makes me pause in wrapping presents, and a chill passes over me. I reach for my mug of mulled cider and turn the carols up a notch. The tacky egg lights strung around the window glow brighter, and warm my heart reassuringly. Only a few days away!
Connie Neil - Dec 20, 2004 9:55:23 am PST #860 of 1100
brillig
t what's that? The horns of role-playing do sound? Huzzah!
Damn, those "Really, this is what the director intended" DVD versions of LotR really eat up the time. Crap, how long was Return again, six days or something? But, wow, the Scouring they finally came up with was harrowing. Gosh.
"Achmed! What day is it!"
"Solstice--or near enough, sitt!"
"Uh ... which one?"
"Sitt?"
"Summer or winter?"
"Winter, sitt."
"What, it's Christmas again??"
"Every year, sitt."
"I missed Halloween??? Achmed, even if I'm having sex, you're supposed to tell me if I'm about to miss Halloween!"
"Bob threatened my life with a pickle fork, sitt, so I let you be. You missed the election. For a given value of 'miss', that is."
"That would have been the tremor in the Force a while back, right? Of a thousand souls crying out?"
"Yes, sitt."
"Damn. Well, there's only one thing for it, then."
"Everything's ready, sitt."
"Body armor?"
"Sent to the army, sitt, your blood pressure doesn't want to know why."
"Damn again. Weapons?"
"Small side arms only, sitt, they're cracking down on things that can be carried."
"Longswords are awkward in crowds anyway. Bags for carrying?"
"The portable hole is ready, sitt."
"Right then. Ave, Roma! We who are about to Christmas shop salute you!"