SPN = Mary Kay?
I tried to convince Heather to join Flurije and Alicia this afternoon in their (re)introduction to Supernatural. (Flurije has seen season one, but doesn't remember it (!!) and Alicia has seen one episode ("Jus in Bello" from season 3).) Alas, Heather is busy (doing actual schoolwork and research, unlike bad, bad me.) I said that that was a shame as naturally I'd hoped to recruit her to SPN. She suggested that the network should do a Mary Kay: the more people you recruit, the more prizes you get. She then asked what the top prize would be, instead of a pink Caddy?
Naturally I was able to immediately answer a 1967 black Chevy Impala. With a weapons cache in the trunk. Of course.
Then I started pondering what runner-up prizes would be. I suspect that a sawed off shot-gun would be in questionable taste. An antique 1835 Colt revolver could be good.
Hee. One of the early prizes could be a purple greyhound shirt.
I may very well be insane (likely) but at least this sort of musing keeps me from smashing things. Not a good morning so far. I got my car to the dealership on time (8am) then had to wait 50 minutes for them to find a driver to take me back to my place. Naturally I was antsy because it's never taken that long before (it's never taken more than 5 minutes) so I didn't have anything with me to do and I'd promised to be here (at home) at 9am for Maintenance Guy to come and sand and paint the bathroom walls. So I didn't get back here 'til 9:10. Fortunately, Maintenance Guy hadn't been here yet-- I know because he called after me as I was walking to my place. At 9:10. When he said he' d be here-- at my flat-- in a few minutes. It is now 9:50. HATE SEETHE LOATHE ANGER. I am so very tired of this crap.
Naturally I was able to immediately answer a 1967 black Chevy Impala. With a weapons cache in the trunk. Of course.
Then I started pondering what runner-up prizes would be. I suspect that a sawed off shot-gun would be in questionable taste. An antique 1835 Colt revolver could be good.
Hee. One of the early prizes could be a purple greyhound shirt.
I may very well be insane (likely) but at least this sort of musing keeps me from smashing things. Not a good morning so far. I got my car to the dealership on time (8am) then had to wait 50 minutes for them to find a driver to take me back to my place. Naturally I was antsy because it's never taken that long before (it's never taken more than 5 minutes) so I didn't have anything with me to do and I'd promised to be here (at home) at 9am for Maintenance Guy to come and sand and paint the bathroom walls. So I didn't get back here 'til 9:10. Fortunately, Maintenance Guy hadn't been here yet-- I know because he called after me as I was walking to my place. At 9:10. When he said he' d be here-- at my flat-- in a few minutes. It is now 9:50. HATE SEETHE LOATHE ANGER. I am so very tired of this crap.