NOT FUNNY
Well, if it wasn't before, it is now...
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NOT FUNNY
Well, if it wasn't before, it is now...
I'd scream with you, but nothing will come out.
NOT FUNNY
Ummmm...... okay.
Totally funny.
Totally funny.
See, that's Trudy. You mention possums, and she brings the funny. At a gallop.
Was that gentlemanly? It felt gentlemanly.
t feels billytea
Yep. Gentlemanly.
You want funny? I'll give you funny: [link] The Pig Latin Song. Brought to you by the same guy that does The Mean Kitty Song.
Or Sean's 10 million plot point perfect shot.
Man, that was a good shot.
Clandestine meeting with questionable characters, possibly even the bad guys, goes south when Aimee's character announces that one of these shady thugs is, in fact, the bad guy. Everybody on both sides starts shooting, running for cover, all that sort of stuff. Most everybody else on my side is worried about the big thugs with guns shooting at us. All I can pay attention to is the bad guy, simply trying to escape the firefight in a hover mule, and doing a pretty good job of it. I dump all my plot points into a single, long range shot, and blow his off. Fight over (more or less). I never took cover. Never even ducked.
I love doing things like that to my gamemasters.
I love doing things like that to Joe.
Okay. I'll shut up about gaming now.
I love doing things like that to Joe.I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM. I will not slash Sean and MM.
But ... um, I might let Sean do it for me.
(I am so sorry. I am sooo sorry.)
defending the defenseless
omnis, my soulmate in spiritual warriordom!
Now I'm missing the game. Sigh.
Me too! and the wicked cool GM we had for it. Bonny, you should read the character background I made up. I like it. I think I did an all right job, creatively speaking. Especially as it was my 1st RPG, and I'm not much of a writer and all.
Meara:
He felt horrible and shaved the goatee he'd been growing because he felt it made him "evil."
Is it really inappropriate that this sentence is making me giggle a lot, despite the seriousness of our current conversation?
God, me too. Cracked my shit UP, even though I was all teary-eyed with vicarious owch for Steph.
Of course, then he noticed his great-grandmother's corpse and looked at her and yelled, "WAKE UP, GRANDMA!"
That is pure comedy gold. Pure. Comedy. Gold. Of the profoundly bleak and tasteless variety, but - bless.
I've got a tiny but very heavy cast-iron Doctor Zoidberg, claws and tentacle-mandibles at your service.
Awesome! My turquoise sqeaking-dragon handpuppet (Klaus) and fluffy pink yapping poodle handpuppet (Dorian) will gladly join Doctor Zoidberg and the assorted other items in attacking The Boy if need be. Also, I am armed with 20 6-year-olds and a cat whose claws make Edward Scissorhands feel inadequate.
Tep, Hope things get better.(Not that I understand, exactly, cause I'm in the Fears She is An Undateable Freak corner with LisaH.) LisaH, maybe we can put testers on our corner?
sidles into Erika's corner.
Yes. God, Tep, everyone's already said the things I'd say, so I'll not reiterate. But - holy mother of owch. Yes. God. I'd be just wrecked. Because - no. freaking. armour. None. Argh.
I wonder what my Apocaplyse Skill Set would be?
Oooh! Me too! Er. Wrangling/educating small people. Some skills in mediating/negotiating/peacekeeping type talky stuff. Er. Er. Cooking! Yes, cooking. And, er, making paper snowflakes. And telling stories/entertaining the masses/leading jolly singalongs.
Aw, who'm I kidding? I'd be taken out in the first wave, along with Gris. Or, if left, then my valiant attempt to trek across the globe in search of the Buffista compound would be the stuff of legend. Plus, my God, I'd be skinny by the time I finally made my way to Buffistopia.
(apropos of nothing - God, one of my very favourite scenes in ANY movie EVER is the little bit with the two fellas re-enacting the Darth Vader/Luke lightsabre battle for the entertainment of the community's kids in Reign of Fire. Best. Scene. EVAH.)
Can I join the cult? Wait ... haven't I *already* joined the cult?It is certainly one of the most courteous and well dressed of cults.
I'm hoping the letter Windsparrow got was really incredibly wrong.
Me too! Crumbs, Andi!
I am so seeking out the buffista compound after the apocalypse. IF i survive it
See you there, then. If I manage to cross the landmasses of Asia and Europe and then the mighty ocean. Or maybe I should just head around the other way? Hmm...
I will not slash Sean and MM.
Hey, I still remember my head exploding at the slashiness of the two of them being told to wrap around each other, or some damn thing, by Pete, for a photo, at the SF2F.
Head. Go. Boom.
Meanwhile, in mememe news, have just had a one-hour-long parents' meeting with the mother of one of my French kids. It went well, and I'm feeling slightly less OMG about the whole nation being out to get me. Slightly. Although apparently another French family just phoned up to say they want their Year 2 child to join us, but to join us in Year 3, because they understand that we've already moved (Camille) up into Year 3.
head desk.
Seriously - send your kid to a French school. Or to an American school. Because the UK system? Places your child in a year group according to when they were born. End of freaking story.
And my Year 2 colleague is doing my head in again, or on the brink of it. We need to plan together - this is because I got all this stick from Camille's family. So he's supposed to be helping me plan.
And - I appreciate that he is a more experienced teacher than me. I do. He's been teaching for several years longer than me, and more to the point he's been working in the UK, where one gets inset days, cross-training, professional development etc.
But.
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