Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.

'Underneath'


Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Jesse - Jun 07, 2010 10:49:41 am PDT #4853 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Aw, Mrs. Mooney. I had some similar times with my grandmother and her sister, but they would have been much more fun (I'm sure) had it not been my own actual grandmother.

The rail game sounds like everyday conversation in NYC. "Hey. How did you get here? Oh yeah? How long did it take? I would never go that way..."


Amy - Jun 07, 2010 10:52:03 am PDT #4854 of 30001
Because books.

Your childhood with Mrs. Mooney sounds like something out of a Judy Blume novel, Erin. Everyone should have a Mrs. Mooney for a while.


Ginger - Jun 07, 2010 10:59:56 am PDT #4855 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

There is only Scrabble. I grew up with Candyland, Life, Monopoly and assorted card games, but Scrabble is the only game I love. One problem with games based on chance is that my sister is much luckier than I am. The problem with Life was that I had to be a little pink pin, which I hated. (My hated of pink began very early.) The problem with Monopoly, which rather foreshadowed my later career, was that I usually bought all the utilities and went bankrupt.

A toast to Audrey Mooney; Mrs. Badenoch, who always had soft peppermints with green centers in a pressed glass candy dish and treated children as honored guests; Miss Lucy, who ran a small candy store just to be around children, and all the other grandparents by chance.


Strix - Jun 07, 2010 11:00:13 am PDT #4856 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

It was sweet. Her nephew lived in SF, and when he visited, he brought us tons of cheap stuff from Chinatown that we adored -- little silk coin purses, fans, dolls, paper garlands.

Her cat was this huge pampered white calico, very soft and fluffy and haughty. Her name was Sweetie.


tommyrot - Jun 07, 2010 11:12:29 am PDT #4857 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Giant eyeball sculpture in Chicago


§ ita § - Jun 07, 2010 11:17:51 am PDT #4858 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Liese, it's all yours!


msbelle - Jun 07, 2010 11:29:20 am PDT #4859 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I kinda want to get chutes and ladders for mac. the pictures would be a good visual for him of actions....consequences. I am so very glad that we have the old versions of many board games, like clue and milles bornes (which yes, we called mills borns) and mastermind. We will be starting a game night once a week in Texas with the grandparents. I am VERY excited.


SuziQ - Jun 07, 2010 11:32:28 am PDT #4860 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

We just cleared out a bunch of games. I know we still have Backgammon, Mancala, chess, checkers...


Volans - Jun 07, 2010 11:34:47 am PDT #4861 of 30001
move out and draw fire

I was wondering if there is any way possible that Helen Thomas was just being old and crotchety

"I introduced Agnew to the ways of love, dammit! I can say what I want!"


Liese S. - Jun 07, 2010 11:48:59 am PDT #4862 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Awesome.