Subject: April 15, 1995 = Big One-Eight for SC.
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Posted on: 2013-04-15 16:08:00 UTC
So, today I have officially turned eighteen.
Life is...
I'll get back to you on that.
Anyhow, this is also me announcing the end of my month-long silence, to anybody that was concerned at all about that.
That's... that's kind of it, really. My ability to creative is kinda shot right now, I just woke up.
Happy (belated due to time zones, stupid thing) birthday!
Here's a [Present]! Inside contains 1 [Food Item] of your choice, as well as 1 [Favourite Object] of which can be either a large plushie of undescribed appearance, or 1 [Party Blower] of a loud enough peeeep!
Man, 18. Now you're an adult. Feels good don't it?
As a gift, have yourself a grade-A Fanon Pinkie Pie Party. Fanon Pinkie Pie Parties are parties you will never, ever forget, as Pinkie is allowed to create the best party ever, because she is free from the shackles of little girl's programming.
Uh, will this party potentially hurt in any way?
But you can't be allergic to fun, because I see that you have fun all the time! Unless... Oh no! What if you are allergic to fun, but all of your friends love to have fun, so you deside you have to have fun to stay with your friends, and so you have been living 18 years with painfull fun for your friends' entertainment rather then your own!? I won't let this stand! Come on Gummy, we're going to make shure this party is so fun, Specs' body will have to stop regecting fun!
Have a box of salt, some holy water, and a silver knife. (I'm on a Supernatural binge, because I de-stress by watching scary-as-spit telly.)
'sall good. I watch Criminal Minds to vent my inner frustrations.
That's another fun one. :D
Really, I watch a lot of things for a lot of reasons - I could make a whole list if I wasn't lazy.
Happy birthday again!
Happy birthday!
To help in your quest to save Merry, I'm giving you a wall. A wall with Frenchmen manning it, very good for stopping English royalty!
Also, I have some birthday pie for you! It's better than cake because it is pie, and also, it's not a lie!
LOOKIN' AT YOU, COLONEL MORAN.
The Frenchmen will taunt everyone equally. :P
Here, have a real fake jazz CD. And some cookies.
AND EAT IT.
Here, have some... no, that's meatloaf, that's not good.
Um...
I had a present, but it escaped me.
Happy birthday anyway!
I can not claim responsibility for any horrible outcome which might have befallen the poor thing.
we may now have unleashed the Son of Slorp onto the Board.
Anybody got a steel-wire net handy?
The creature appears to be a mini-Slorp named Slop and needs to be captured as soon as possible.
It's one of those electrically-charged anti-burglar nets, though, and I don't know whether your "present" would be able to subsume objects like Slorp could. We should probably find that out before we accidentally give the escaped meat remnant chain-lightning powers.
And then I can send the RPG Bros. after it.
Then, if the remnant starts to subsume the net, they can just pound on it or whatever they do before the net is fully absorbed. It would save time that way, and it would become much less likely that the remnant would rampage around with new lightning powers.
When was it ever easy and didn't involve collateral where the PPC is involved?
To cover the most unlikely possibilities, we're going to need between four and seven okapi, one of the proton packs from Ghostbusters, a copy machine, and something capable of sending objects back in time to shortly before the great Permian extinction.
I can provide the copier, so long as the situation doesn't require it to be one of those magic copiers that can make paper duplicates of sapient beings. I'm fresh out of those.
I do, after all, have a +20 in Illogical Mechanics.
...of a bunch of Boarders chasing after a blob of sentient food with butterfly nets.
...thank you, it is glorious! XD
Happy Birthday Specs~!
Schrodinger's Plot, AWAAAAAAY!
Happy, happy day! Felicitous greetings! Live long and prosper!
Here, have a shiny thing.
I love how that was all Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness and ended with Dull Surprise.
*Throws confetti*
Responsible drinker!SC will not break this rule until 21.
(Also holy crap, you're active again!)
End up spending a lot more time writing Thesis than hitting the bars or the board, unfortunately. I'm back until June, then will be around sporadically until September for sure. Meanwhile, I see you've been keeping the writing muscles in training: got something decent to type on, now?
*Passes A Bleepley Temple.*
In response to the question: No. No, I have not.
*accepts drink*
Have a Schrödinger's cake! Until you take it out of the box it comes in, it could either be chocolate or vanilla...
Or cookie cake. Or carrot cake. Or-
I'll just stop.
I'm all out of cake, so have a banana.
I like bananas. Bananas are good.
They tend to split, though...
*dragged out back and shot.*
*rockets 'splode* Have a cake with Bleep'n'ms!
I'm starting to feel old... This just reminded me that my little sister is also turning 18 soon. Where did the time go?
Happy birthdya, and welcome to the ranks of adulthood. Have a sack of pebbles and a basket of Bleeprin-berries. They may help on the quest to save Merry from a pyromaniac English queen.
Is it a Russian birthday?
Should I turn the Moscow song on and dance like a Cosack?
Oh, drat, I already sang the birthday song earlier today to someone else. Well, here's a flamethrower to help rescue young Mister Brandybuck with! Tally-ho!
PUT IT ON YOUR FRONT PORCH!
But only the first one.
[Enter Merry Brandybuck from this post, pursued by Queen Mary I of England]
Queen Mary I of England: The everlasting fires of Hell will consume thee and thy kind, Protestant ragamuffin!
Merry Brandybuck: I still don't know what you're talking about! I just wanted to know whose birthday it was!
Queen Mary I of England: If any birthdays are to be celebrated in this fair land, they will be ours and ours alone! Thy fate is not one of festivity, but of suffering, repentance, and demise!
Merry Brandybuck: But I'm not one of your Proddy-whatevers! I don't even know what you're talking about!
[Queen Mary stops]
Queen Mary I of England: ... you speak truth?
Merry Brandybuck: Yes! Really. Honestly. I'm not lying.
Queen Mary I of England: ...
Merry Brandybuck: ...
Queen Mary I of England: Then 'tis a godless heathen thou art! Fie on thee, Saracen knave, that defilest the Queen of England by thy very presence! We shall not rest until thy bones are ashes!
Merry Brandybuck: ... eep.
[Exit Merry once more, pursued by Mary]
hS
Damn it, if I have to launch a hobbit rescue initiative on my birthday, Merry's getting slapped by a wizard hat.