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Like, when the apocalypse comes, where do you get all your football shoulder pads and crossbows?

McKay the Laptop

askye, I cannot tell you how much I love that your laptop's name is McKay.

I have no apocalypse skills. I guess that makes me apocalypse-averse.

I'm with billytea on this. I mean, I'm the girl who thinks camping involves a cabin with electricity and indoor plumbing but no tv or internet. That's about as much "roughing it" as I want.

After 24-plus hours of no talking, my voice is still shot. I may need to call in sick again tomorrow, but I don't really want to. I"m getting really restless.

Like, when the apocalypse comes, where do you get all your football shoulder pads and crossbows?

Useful stuff!

Whooot! I play Melly. 20 year old street rat who escaped from the same program as River Tam, but a few years after her.

I loved my character even after I stopped playing. She was a stick fighter with extremely high moral standards but an unfortunate gambling addiction. It was hilarious dealing with the other player's responses to that dynamic.

My most oft repeated line? "This will end in tears. Tears I tell you!"

I have a leaky brain pan!

How does that get played out?

I once saved the day by stampeding a flock of sheep as cover for a clever escape. I suppose that could be considered crazy.

We had the world's best GM...loved her like pancakes...who made such interesting choices...but even more importantly, played off the players' choices deftly and with a finely tuned ear for possibility. When she moved, we got a GM who began randomly telling people what they would do...including murder and thuggery, which had never been a part of our dynamic. Bad GM, no shepherd for you!

Like, when the apocalypse comes, where do you get all your football shoulder pads and crossbows?

Also, where can you go to get a good crimp and bleach job?

Hm.

Exactly how much damage could I have done to my knee simply from slamming into into a metal filing cabinet? I swear the pain keeps getting worse, but I don't see a big bruise or anything. It's been almost 10 hours, though. Shouldn't it be feeling better by now? The thing that concerns me is that the pain is giving me a nasty limp, not just the pain I would expect from a bruise.

ChiKat, thanks! I'm not normally a namer of things - my ipod languishes unnamed (although not unloved), but when I decided to get a laptop I started refering to my future laptop as McKay (at least in my head).

Anna the Cat keeps getting on and off my legs. I think she needs something nice for Xmas, but she's old, doesn't need cat furniture and sleeps on my bed so there's no need for a cat bed. But she should get something nice, especially since my brother's dog is getting a monogrammed dog bed. And the dog has only been the family for a few months, Anna's been around for 18 years!

Kristin have you put ice on or elevated your knee?

Nope. I am a big baby about ice. I will, though. Promise.

In the event of an apocalypse, Sox and I were taught at a young age to shoot to kill or don't bother pulling the trigger.

Ouch, Kristin!

A student in one of my sister's classes was asked to put away his cell phone at the beginning of a test today. This distressed him. He finally asked my sister if she could take the phone and answer any calls that came in and take messages. Apparently, he wasn't waiting for important news, just didn't want to miss any calls.

I suggested that she take the phone and proceed to have long, cryptic conversations while her students were trying to take the test that sounded like she was talking about the answers, but not.

Exactly how much damage could I have done to my knee simply from slamming into into a metal filing cabinet?

Ummm, the girl who stayed home with a bruised butt has nothing to offer.