That yellow bastard!
Went out to see Sin City with Squirrel last night, and goddamn that was a fun movie. Bold move going for a film noire adaptation of a comic book world.
And of the three stories in there, I'm not even sure which I liked best. It was all good. And since my Storyteller saw it and dug it too, I'm sure I can expect some of that to rub off in the game that he runs for us.
Fortunately, Marv turned out to be a great inspiration for my own character, Ottoman Badchair. What a maroon. ;)
Also picked up a teddy bear, or rather a Teddy Scare for Squirrel. This cute little character comes complete with hefty (really) axe, burlap sack mask, and bloodstained bib overalls. Here's what's written on the box behind him:
for years i've sat on the edge of your bed listening to hopes and dreams and getting soggy from your tears. everyday i comforted you and played - we were together forever, friends until the end. the little child grew old which turned into an adult. then i'm left lying around on the floor, stuffed in a box and shoved out the door. death to the one who has left me here. you killed me with sadness these are my tears.
children who play with a teddy bear. laughing and giggling. best friends. at night cuddling and bringing security. protecting from the monsters under the bed and the nightmares that left you screaming. being there through sickness flues and coughs. i didn't mind to get germy as long as i'm close. then one day, when time has made you old, i'm no longer needed to comfort and hold.
i'm innocent what harm can a little bear do? too tiny, too fluffy, too soft and too pure. i fooled you all - you are all my toys i pry at your heart - i put nightmares in your head. i scratch at your skin until you're screaming in pain. your blood tastes like honey - your tears like tea. turn your back, i dare you. i'm there when you sleep. i'm there when you're thinking - i'm very discreet.
i come from the pits of hell to let the world know about pain.
i come to bring fear to the children and drive adults insane.
i come to brink blood, i come to break hearts.
i come from hell to drive this world apart.
in your head you imagine how bad it could be
what life would be like if i were you and you were me.
i've stolen you're feelings, i've took all your rage.
i'm leaving you pure while i go insane.
Isn't that fun? His name is Redmond Gore. His tagline?
"I have no identity, just my axe."
According to the sticker on the bottom, Redmond comes with an axe for taking care of business.
Lord, I hope this pregnant pyscho I live with doesn't let the bear get to her so that she gets to me. I think I'm going to fit some locks to the closet. :P
Also, walking back from the not-usually-where-I-go grocery story the other day, I saw one of those 8.5" x 11" paper posters put up advertising that you too can learn to hack like the pros. Outlook exploits, google hacks, that sort of thing. And a yahoo address.
What a pro.
And... what does it mean when you rank below "doing dishes" for someone that hates doing dishes? =8^O
And of the three stories in there, I'm not even sure which I liked best. It was all good. And since my Storyteller saw it and dug it too, I'm sure I can expect some of that to rub off in the game that he runs for us.
Fortunately, Marv turned out to be a great inspiration for my own character, Ottoman Badchair. What a maroon. ;)
Also picked up a teddy bear, or rather a Teddy Scare for Squirrel. This cute little character comes complete with hefty (really) axe, burlap sack mask, and bloodstained bib overalls. Here's what's written on the box behind him:
for years i've sat on the edge of your bed listening to hopes and dreams and getting soggy from your tears. everyday i comforted you and played - we were together forever, friends until the end. the little child grew old which turned into an adult. then i'm left lying around on the floor, stuffed in a box and shoved out the door. death to the one who has left me here. you killed me with sadness these are my tears.
children who play with a teddy bear. laughing and giggling. best friends. at night cuddling and bringing security. protecting from the monsters under the bed and the nightmares that left you screaming. being there through sickness flues and coughs. i didn't mind to get germy as long as i'm close. then one day, when time has made you old, i'm no longer needed to comfort and hold.
i'm innocent what harm can a little bear do? too tiny, too fluffy, too soft and too pure. i fooled you all - you are all my toys i pry at your heart - i put nightmares in your head. i scratch at your skin until you're screaming in pain. your blood tastes like honey - your tears like tea. turn your back, i dare you. i'm there when you sleep. i'm there when you're thinking - i'm very discreet.
i come from the pits of hell to let the world know about pain.
i come to bring fear to the children and drive adults insane.
i come to brink blood, i come to break hearts.
i come from hell to drive this world apart.
in your head you imagine how bad it could be
what life would be like if i were you and you were me.
i've stolen you're feelings, i've took all your rage.
i'm leaving you pure while i go insane.
Isn't that fun? His name is Redmond Gore. His tagline?
"I have no identity, just my axe."
According to the sticker on the bottom, Redmond comes with an axe for taking care of business.
Lord, I hope this pregnant pyscho I live with doesn't let the bear get to her so that she gets to me. I think I'm going to fit some locks to the closet. :P
Also, walking back from the not-usually-where-I-go grocery story the other day, I saw one of those 8.5" x 11" paper posters put up advertising that you too can learn to hack like the pros. Outlook exploits, google hacks, that sort of thing. And a yahoo address.
What a pro.
And... what does it mean when you rank below "doing dishes" for someone that hates doing dishes? =8^O
posted by Rimmy at 19:37
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Side effects of seeing Sin City:
a blue bruise on the inside of my arm, exactly the size of my thumb
story: sitting with arms crossed (why must movie theatres always be so cold?), the movie gave me quite a fright at some point, and I squeezed myself very hard...this is possibly the dumbest bruise I've ever had, and I've had lots, trust me.
I had no fright in the movie, just loads and loads of visual and audio fun stimulation.
Sorry abour your bruise, but my SO managed a better one than that:
She decided to go out on the balcony. Reasonable, of course.
However, she didn't open the door the entire way, and turned sideways to fit out. Being super-protective of her belly-full-of-baby for some reason, she chose to scrape her ass on the way through.
A loud "MOTHERFUCKER SONOFAWHORE!" in her lovely singing voice alerted me that something was amiss.
And the nasty mark on her shapely buttock (the size of my fist if I would have punched it there) is a testiment to the dangers of being pregnant and trying to fit sideways through a door.
I'm not really much of a storyteller, since I manage quantity over quality. I'll shut up now. :(
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