Eeling through the crowd, humming the Mission Impossible theme to yourself, homing in on target, acquiring the package, negotiating the exfil, clean getaway.
I may be reading too much SHIELD spy fic.
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.
Eeling through the crowd, humming the Mission Impossible theme to yourself, homing in on target, acquiring the package, negotiating the exfil, clean getaway.
I may be reading too much SHIELD spy fic.
Yeah, kind of like that!
One year, I went to the (a) Toys R Us (b) in Times Square (c) late afternoon (d) on the Saturday before Christmas. Have there ever been more screaming children in one place? Doubtful.
And you're not allowed to lob tear gas into the crowd. (see previous note about spy fic)
I don't hum in public and I don't like touching strangers I'm not having sex with.
My Mom just told me I'm not supposed to talk tomorrow about my nephew’s visit to the psychiatric ward, which I didn’t know about, because nobody has talked to me about it.
because as your family already knows, not talking about things is so healthy. I LOVE YOU SCOLA, YOU CAN COME TO MY HOUSE FOR ANY AND ALL HOLIDAYS.
Last year, somebody did use tear gas at a Black Friday sale. It went over about as well as you'd think.
Have there ever been more screaming children in one place? Doubtful.
Eat at a Chuck E. Cheese's to compare for certain. I maintain that instead of Cerberus the gates of Hell are guarded by a big gray mouse.
Chanukah started! Happy Chanukah! (We haven't actually done anything for Chanukah yet. My sister is out getting the turkey for tomorrow, my mom's taking a nap, and my dad isn't home from work yet. But the sun set, so that means it's Chanukah now.)
Happy Chanukah, Hil! Still about half an hour to go here...