This was a quick response to a friends email that listed reasons we should go to wizard this year. So I hope you forgive the mess. A picture pops in my head. I cannot draw so I write as quick as I can.
And that's when the great 350 lb. behemoth strung out on mountain dew, hostess, and the fried god knows what from the concession stand, swung his plastic lightsaber at me with all of his might. The sting of my comment crackling in his ears, yet barely escaped from my lips. The real electronic sounds cutting through the air allowing my to step clear before I saw the glowing blue tube. His hulking girth created more momentum than he was prepared for as his surprisingly quick reaction was even alien to him. He could not recover as his lightsaber slammed into the display table shattering seconds before this massive engine of microwave burritos followed him in. Flipping the table over and spilling a couple of diet cokes. His cohorts springing to action. The sound of plastic lightsaber blades and "It sounds just like in the movie!"bursting forth behind the screams of "Jedi jimmy nooooooo!" I was watching this time as a purple blade came flying at me in a rage not befitting a jedi knight. I was able to catch the catch it in the air and pull it to throw him off balance. Neither an athlete or samuel L. jackson, he was easily controlled using all of his might to just hold on to the handle. Perhaps it was autographed or a limited edition. I slipped my foot under his and allowed him to make peace with the floor. The sugar reserves in his veins consumed and his atrophied muscles not ready to convert his ample fat reserves he lay spent on the floor. The final member of the group, at least the last one didn't learn from the others, prepared to charge. He was the only one with a red blade and not morbidly obese. He was quicker to move and seem to fancy himself some dark jedi or sith lord. I distracted him with my bag of nifty crap and grabbed the handle of his weapon. It came free from his hands and I whacked him across his fore head. The outer sections of the lightsaber broke off. He screamed and grabbed his head. Falling to his knees whimpering. Who knew surmising out loud the extent to which Obi Wan Kenobi masturbated spending eighteen years alone on the desert would cause so much trouble.
I realized that I am not lost. I have never been lost. In my life I have always been right where I was needed to be.
I am trying to sort out my life. The next few years will be some of the most important in my life. They will decide what althoughs that follow will be and what they will be for. I have a lot of work to do on my apartment. The weasels can be very undermining but so cute I do not care. I am working on changing much of my behaviors and activities.
A friend of mine seems to have disappeared and I am very upset. I do not know what to do. Tomorrow it will be a year since I learned of Ondine's death. I do not want to lose another friend. It has taken this long to talk about Ondine without crying. I am so worried about her. She has been through so much and what her diappearance could me is killing me. I am helpless to do anything for her is something happened to her. She doesn't need anything else happening to her. god I hate this world and everything in it. She had better be okay.
The milgram experiment
stanford prison experiment
conformity
And that's when the great 350 lb. behemoth strung out on mountain dew, hostess, and the fried god knows what from the concession stand, swung his plastic lightsaber at me with all of his might. The sting of my comment crackling in his ears, yet barely escaped from my lips. The real electronic sounds cutting through the air allowing my to step clear before I saw the glowing blue tube. His hulking girth created more momentum than he was prepared for as his surprisingly quick reaction was even alien to him. He could not recover as his lightsaber slammed into the display table shattering seconds before this massive engine of microwave burritos followed him in. Flipping the table over and spilling a couple of diet cokes. His cohorts springing to action. The sound of plastic lightsaber blades and "It sounds just like in the movie!"bursting forth behind the screams of "Jedi jimmy nooooooo!" I was watching this time as a purple blade came flying at me in a rage not befitting a jedi knight. I was able to catch the catch it in the air and pull it to throw him off balance. Neither an athlete or samuel L. jackson, he was easily controlled using all of his might to just hold on to the handle. Perhaps it was autographed or a limited edition. I slipped my foot under his and allowed him to make peace with the floor. The sugar reserves in his veins consumed and his atrophied muscles not ready to convert his ample fat reserves he lay spent on the floor. The final member of the group, at least the last one didn't learn from the others, prepared to charge. He was the only one with a red blade and not morbidly obese. He was quicker to move and seem to fancy himself some dark jedi or sith lord. I distracted him with my bag of nifty crap and grabbed the handle of his weapon. It came free from his hands and I whacked him across his fore head. The outer sections of the lightsaber broke off. He screamed and grabbed his head. Falling to his knees whimpering. Who knew surmising out loud the extent to which Obi Wan Kenobi masturbated spending eighteen years alone on the desert would cause so much trouble.
I realized that I am not lost. I have never been lost. In my life I have always been right where I was needed to be.
I am trying to sort out my life. The next few years will be some of the most important in my life. They will decide what althoughs that follow will be and what they will be for. I have a lot of work to do on my apartment. The weasels can be very undermining but so cute I do not care. I am working on changing much of my behaviors and activities.
A friend of mine seems to have disappeared and I am very upset. I do not know what to do. Tomorrow it will be a year since I learned of Ondine's death. I do not want to lose another friend. It has taken this long to talk about Ondine without crying. I am so worried about her. She has been through so much and what her diappearance could me is killing me. I am helpless to do anything for her is something happened to her. She doesn't need anything else happening to her. god I hate this world and everything in it. She had better be okay.
The milgram experiment
stanford prison experiment
conformity
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