See, this is the sort of crap I should be talking about more often
I am playing a game right now that I haven't played for quite some time. It is called "I know what YOOOOUUUU need", and it involves (1) me and (2) vast quantities of candy.
Now, I have this theory. It is an excellent theory that seems to have encountered nothing but nitpicking (semantics, people! semantics!) since I first concocted it some scant hours ago. The theory goes as such:
The Titanic _is_ unsinkable. It's just floating very, very far under the water.
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Yeah, I didn't think that would fly here either.
My dreams lately have gotten back to the storytelling dreams of my childhood. Magic and epic battles and the easy distinction between good guys and bad guys. I really, really like the ones where I can tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys. Also, I feel invulnerable. I tend to walk through the crossfire with a sort of reckless disregard that is...um...actually rather the same as when awake. Never mind. The difference is that when I am asleep I have magic clingwrap [TM] on my side. You may laugh, but know that I sealed our entire snow-and-clay fortifications with that magic clingwrap, thus thwarting the assault force entirely. Okay, true, the travel agent did flee to Spain and deprive us of an escape route, but I sorted it. I am INVULNERABLE.
Is it wrong to want to get a job as a stripper just to take my clothes off to the rubber ducky song? It would make bathtime so...much...fun.
Now, I have this theory. It is an excellent theory that seems to have encountered nothing but nitpicking (semantics, people! semantics!) since I first concocted it some scant hours ago. The theory goes as such:
The Titanic _is_ unsinkable. It's just floating very, very far under the water.
...
Yeah, I didn't think that would fly here either.
My dreams lately have gotten back to the storytelling dreams of my childhood. Magic and epic battles and the easy distinction between good guys and bad guys. I really, really like the ones where I can tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys. Also, I feel invulnerable. I tend to walk through the crossfire with a sort of reckless disregard that is...um...actually rather the same as when awake. Never mind. The difference is that when I am asleep I have magic clingwrap [TM] on my side. You may laugh, but know that I sealed our entire snow-and-clay fortifications with that magic clingwrap, thus thwarting the assault force entirely. Okay, true, the travel agent did flee to Spain and deprive us of an escape route, but I sorted it. I am INVULNERABLE.
Is it wrong to want to get a job as a stripper just to take my clothes off to the rubber ducky song? It would make bathtime so...much...fun.