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Weird port. But what little girl doesn't want to be a princess when she grows up?
Scratch that. I never wanted to be a princess. I wanted to be exactly what I am right now, with the exception of the five months during which I wanted to be a lion tamer in the circus.
Don't laugh. I was five and - all things considered - lion taming is a very achievable goal. If you happen to own a lion.
I didn't, of course. I did own several large stuffed animals, a small footstool, and a leather belt that doubled as a whip. So that's my childhood for you.
Sometimes I wonder if we let imagination slip away from us too soon. Maybe that's why this port was more difficult for some than others: we've outgrown the desire to play dress-up and deal in magic spells. Science is very grounding and solid and logical, but it's also very invasive. It drives out the fairies and dragons and replaces them with electrons and DNA.
And when confronted with a dragon - or a singing sword - we find we've forgotten how to deal with it. I think I could have handled it far better if I was five, with my leather belt and footstool, than thirty-four with my reason and decided lack of a firearm.
Don't mind me.
Incidentally, I apologize to anyone who might have crossed the path of Princess PETA. I'm still trying to determine what it was I ate; I seemed to have sworn off everything living. Nuts, maybe. Whatever the case, I'm looking forward to a big, juicy steak. Nothing like over-advocacy to make you feel a little rebellious.
[Private to Amanda]
Thanks.
[Private to Kay]
I think I'd rather get this story from someone I trust as opposed to Eddie Nygma.
The man seems a little unstable.
Is there a security team now, or is he just...randomly applying words where they don't belong?
Scratch that. I never wanted to be a princess. I wanted to be exactly what I am right now, with the exception of the five months during which I wanted to be a lion tamer in the circus.
Don't laugh. I was five and - all things considered - lion taming is a very achievable goal. If you happen to own a lion.
I didn't, of course. I did own several large stuffed animals, a small footstool, and a leather belt that doubled as a whip. So that's my childhood for you.
Sometimes I wonder if we let imagination slip away from us too soon. Maybe that's why this port was more difficult for some than others: we've outgrown the desire to play dress-up and deal in magic spells. Science is very grounding and solid and logical, but it's also very invasive. It drives out the fairies and dragons and replaces them with electrons and DNA.
And when confronted with a dragon - or a singing sword - we find we've forgotten how to deal with it. I think I could have handled it far better if I was five, with my leather belt and footstool, than thirty-four with my reason and decided lack of a firearm.
Don't mind me.
Incidentally, I apologize to anyone who might have crossed the path of Princess PETA. I'm still trying to determine what it was I ate; I seemed to have sworn off everything living. Nuts, maybe. Whatever the case, I'm looking forward to a big, juicy steak. Nothing like over-advocacy to make you feel a little rebellious.
[Private to Amanda]
Thanks.
[Private to Kay]
I think I'd rather get this story from someone I trust as opposed to Eddie Nygma.
The man seems a little unstable.
Is there a security team now, or is he just...randomly applying words where they don't belong?