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Today the bored monster tried to take me prisoner, but I rallied and enlisted a couple of my fellow fans into an SGA fictional Q&A. You can read about it and comment on kitestringer's journal here. My ideas turned into little drabble-esque stories, so I'll post them here rather than muck up kite's comment page.
Regardless if this is historically accurate or not... John *loved* Superman ice cream when he was a kid because he thought that if ate enough he would actually be able to fly. When John was 9 he was staying at his neighbor’s house (his dad was in Germany and his mother had died 3 yrs prior). He liked the neighbors well enough, they had a sand box and gave him Tang, but he was tired of being shoved around by his dad. So he took all the money his dad left him (for emergencies) and walked off base, down to the city dairy and bought a whole gallon of Superman. He was determined to fly away from everything, maybe join one of those stunt aerial shows as the Amazing Flying Boy or something. They could attach sparklers and fireworks to him and it would look really cool.
He went around back to the alley and proceeded to eat the whole gallon of ice cream. By the time he got back to the neighbor’s he was in so much pain that they took him to the base hospital. His dad flew back the next day and promised to take him a baseball game to make up for his being absent so much. They never made it to a game and John never ate Superman ice cream again.
Rodney has a small scar on the underside of his chin from playing hockey around the same time John ate all the ice cream. His family just moved to a new town and his parent's were worried that he'd keep up his reclusiveness, which drove them nuts. Every year his dad bought him hockey gear and every year Rodney promised to try out for a team. After the latest blow up at his last school, literally, his dad was determined to start Rodney off fresh in their new town. So one Saturday in the late spring Rodney's dad made him strap on his skates, and drove him down to the park where all the kids played pick-up games. Rodney really didn't want to play, and not because he'd rather be working on his "experiments," but rather because he was terrified of playing on pond ice this late in the year. Didn't they know the pressure a person created while standing on a pair of skinny, metal blades?!? He didn't want to disappoint his parents tho, they let that whole issue at his last school blow over... so to speak. Plus, he kinda felt sorry for them that they depended so much on their son to take on the more traditional, masculine role instead of his sister, who was doing a pretty good job at it with her perpetual skinned knees and occasional black-eye from fighting with the other boys.
As terrified of falling through the ice that he was, Rodney managed through it. He wasn't too bad on his skates, either. He actually assisted on a goal in the first period. Granted, it was more of a ricochet than an assist. But if he hadn't of fallen down right then and there the puck would never have bounced off his helmet and into the net. Anyway, his team was tied in the third period when his fear of crashing thru the ice came back with a vengeance. In the nearby woods a branch gave way to the heavy snow that had fallen on it and snapped off. The reverberation of the snapping branch sounded, to Rodney's ears, like ice cracking. Rodney gave what would from then on be described as a girly scream and tried to run off the ice as fast as his little feet could take him. Everyone stopped playing and watched as Rodney forgot he was wearing skates, and after running in place for a few steps he fell over, chin first, onto the ice. Blood began to pour from his chin and his dad helped him off the ice and took him to the hospital to get stitches. Later that summer he found out that the frozen "pond" was actually a small land depression that the town filled with water every winter to make a rink.
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I was driving the other night, singing along in earnest to Björk when I came to the conclusion that I can't scream anymore. I don't know when I lost the ability to do so, but it's done. It's not that I wouldn't emit some godforsaken noise if, say, zombies came crashing thru my door right now (sorry kite, but I'd be dead weight if it ever came to be), but it would be more of a forceful yell than a scream like you hear in horror movies. So there I was, in my car, driving down some street in Chicago at 11pm trying to scream like a little girl. Maybe it was the fact that I was laughing so hard at myself that I couldn't scream. ;)
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Ever have green hot cocoa? It's delish!! Thanks maverick4oz! *Mwah!*
Regardless if this is historically accurate or not... John *loved* Superman ice cream when he was a kid because he thought that if ate enough he would actually be able to fly. When John was 9 he was staying at his neighbor’s house (his dad was in Germany and his mother had died 3 yrs prior). He liked the neighbors well enough, they had a sand box and gave him Tang, but he was tired of being shoved around by his dad. So he took all the money his dad left him (for emergencies) and walked off base, down to the city dairy and bought a whole gallon of Superman. He was determined to fly away from everything, maybe join one of those stunt aerial shows as the Amazing Flying Boy or something. They could attach sparklers and fireworks to him and it would look really cool.
He went around back to the alley and proceeded to eat the whole gallon of ice cream. By the time he got back to the neighbor’s he was in so much pain that they took him to the base hospital. His dad flew back the next day and promised to take him a baseball game to make up for his being absent so much. They never made it to a game and John never ate Superman ice cream again.
Rodney has a small scar on the underside of his chin from playing hockey around the same time John ate all the ice cream. His family just moved to a new town and his parent's were worried that he'd keep up his reclusiveness, which drove them nuts. Every year his dad bought him hockey gear and every year Rodney promised to try out for a team. After the latest blow up at his last school, literally, his dad was determined to start Rodney off fresh in their new town. So one Saturday in the late spring Rodney's dad made him strap on his skates, and drove him down to the park where all the kids played pick-up games. Rodney really didn't want to play, and not because he'd rather be working on his "experiments," but rather because he was terrified of playing on pond ice this late in the year. Didn't they know the pressure a person created while standing on a pair of skinny, metal blades?!? He didn't want to disappoint his parents tho, they let that whole issue at his last school blow over... so to speak. Plus, he kinda felt sorry for them that they depended so much on their son to take on the more traditional, masculine role instead of his sister, who was doing a pretty good job at it with her perpetual skinned knees and occasional black-eye from fighting with the other boys.
As terrified of falling through the ice that he was, Rodney managed through it. He wasn't too bad on his skates, either. He actually assisted on a goal in the first period. Granted, it was more of a ricochet than an assist. But if he hadn't of fallen down right then and there the puck would never have bounced off his helmet and into the net. Anyway, his team was tied in the third period when his fear of crashing thru the ice came back with a vengeance. In the nearby woods a branch gave way to the heavy snow that had fallen on it and snapped off. The reverberation of the snapping branch sounded, to Rodney's ears, like ice cracking. Rodney gave what would from then on be described as a girly scream and tried to run off the ice as fast as his little feet could take him. Everyone stopped playing and watched as Rodney forgot he was wearing skates, and after running in place for a few steps he fell over, chin first, onto the ice. Blood began to pour from his chin and his dad helped him off the ice and took him to the hospital to get stitches. Later that summer he found out that the frozen "pond" was actually a small land depression that the town filled with water every winter to make a rink.
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I was driving the other night, singing along in earnest to Björk when I came to the conclusion that I can't scream anymore. I don't know when I lost the ability to do so, but it's done. It's not that I wouldn't emit some godforsaken noise if, say, zombies came crashing thru my door right now (sorry kite, but I'd be dead weight if it ever came to be), but it would be more of a forceful yell than a scream like you hear in horror movies. So there I was, in my car, driving down some street in Chicago at 11pm trying to scream like a little girl. Maybe it was the fact that I was laughing so hard at myself that I couldn't scream. ;)
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Ever have green hot cocoa? It's delish!! Thanks maverick4oz! *Mwah!*