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Rural town all the way, you can always drive somewhere if you want a city :) Hell, we've been known to drive as far as Vancouver B.C. for a concert, or California for a football game... See, the who "isolation" thing only applies if you want it to. As for having access to lots of comic book stores, you only need one good one that's willing to order what you want. Same goes for bookstores. It IS nice having a good movie theater which usually requires at least a small city, but you can get around that by living in a tiny college town 6 miles away from another tiny college town. They're pretty much self-sufficient.

" Oh joy    the "change that into the OLD NOTES, please" woman has got into MY LINE again" says the checkout girl. 

 

Sorry Angie.

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Oh, I know I deserve it :) I don't give them shit if they look like they're busy, or having a rough day, so usually they just laugh at me. I can live with that.

Our new money really is pretty damned sedate considering everybody else's. As for counterfeit, in 2002 47 million counterfeit bills we confinscated. httNew Moneyp://money.cnn.com/2002/03/20/pf/q_dollars/ if you care (or you're really, REALLY bored...)

And I get the impression that link is going to insist on showing up twice...

And Angie: WOW. Where'd you guys get that stuff, isn't that military equipment? Can you get that through surplus, or were you in the army at the time?

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The .50 cal was WWII, considered a historical piece. In Idaho you can own machineguns, provided the gun itself is legal (and there aren't many that are) and you yourself are legal. A friend of ours had the .50, a WWII .30, and a reproduction Tommy for a little while. We went down to visit, saw our college football team get absolutely smashed by their arch rivals in 20 degree weather, and decided we needed to go make very loud noises. We spent the better part of 2 hours loading chains (Pain in the ASS, if I do say so myself) and then went and shot at stuff in an old gravel pit. It was so cold that we ended up standing in the middle of what was left of the couch frame as it burned trying to warm up a little :-?

Unfortunately the .50 cost about $1.50 per round to shoot, so the friend sold it to another collector about a year later.

Ah hah! Finished, and two days earlier than I figured ! Now for the boxing and the mailing.... Mine's a little weird, and not terribly useful, but it is shiny and that's all that matters! (yes, yes, I read too much Sluggy).

I'm bored as hell today someone give me a decent dare .

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Find an old piece of furniture that you don't particularly want anymore and shoot it. Post pics of the results if you can.

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An old Browning .50 caliber machine gun with tracers is fun :-) We lit a couch on fire that way...

i mean, it's all that "four score and seven years ago" - it went out of style, and so did all the feet, inches, and whatnots...

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We are a hidebound little (minded most of the time) country with serious difficulties dealing with change. Hell, I still can't wrap my brain around those stupid new 20's All of those funny colors just makes me think Monopoly... I have, on not terribly busy days in the checkout aisl, requested my change in the NOT new money. *sigh* Yes, I realize it's stupid, knowing my luck I'm 4 or 5 times as likely to end up with a counterfeit. That doesn't mean I'm going to change my mind, I think the new money looks stupid. It's an irrational tendancy that I don't have the energy to try to control.

*sigh* I don't have time to workon mine until this weekend. Sorry to my victim if it ends up a little late. :icon_cry: Stupid Damned finals ! ! !

Oh yeah! There's always those professors too! They don't bother to even pretend to have read your papers, they just grade it. Yes, Angie, they DO exist!

Sometimes, when they're really bored, but they would rather play games online or something, they use one hand to bend the edges of your pages, so it LOOKS suspicously like they read them, but they DIDN'T!

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I alreayd know they exists. This particular professor never marks on the papers, never corrects anything, never makes any comments. Still, you don't trust his oblivion quite enough to TRULY bullshit... Then there's your literature professors who like their job reviewing new videogames better than he likes teaching class somedays and completely blow off grading everybody's test in favour of playing their advanced edition of Half LIfe 2...

lol, you guys aren't wrong... I live in a 15'x12' room (minus a 6'x6' square taken out of one corner and turned into half of the bathroom) for nine months out of the year and it still takes a fullsized pickup loaded without an inch to spare to move me back and forth from school each fall and Summer :-) Between three crates of comics, a hundred or so books that I don't beleive I can live without, the computer, the sewing machine, the microwave, and all of the miscellanious... This is despite the fact that I already have a completely full room at my Dad's where you can't actually get to the floor and have to step on various desks and around various bookshelves just to get to my desk, and one at my grandma's that's only slightly less packed. If I'm this bad at 22, what will I be like when I'm 80?

I dare you to write a subliminal message into your paper propositioning your professor. Have the initial letters of every 5th word spell out something filthy, or the like.

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lol, I'd be more worried about this one if I was entirely certain he read the damned things... there is campus wide speculation on this point. Anyways, it's a dare. I'll post it somewhere or e-mail it or something when I get it done.

I'm bored, and worried about a paper, and going to implode any minute. Somebod give me a dare.

I am Daredevil, the man without a dare.

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Alright, it's not nearly as interesting as your previous dare but I'll see what I can do.

I want you to walk up to the most obviously, uncomfortably un-you individual you can find. Keep this in reason, don't get yourself knifed or anything, but if you're clean cut and nerdy looking (ok, you're not, but hypothetical) then find some scary biker. You get the idea. Anyways, I want you to walk up to this guy (or girl if you're really talented so she doesn't just think you're flirting) and great him as your long lost best friend and operate under that information for as long as you can make it fly (or until you get bored), complete with a hug or a slap on the back or whatever seems appropriate. Inebriation, feigned or otherwise, is completely at your discretion.

Dare?

but so tasty...

You know your life is shit when you spill cranberry juice on a shirt, fill the sink with cold water to let it soak, apparently manage to forget to turn the sink off and instead go downstairs to finish a paper in the computer lab. I came back to find my dorm room nicely flooded with my computer sitting in a veritable lagoon and a lovely little waterfall cascading down my counter. Thank god for dirty laundry piles or there's no way the books would of survived :-( I spent the past 5 hours doing damage control and I still have a paper to finish. I want it to be Christmas Vacation already...

lol, picky picky picky...

"Uhhh Superman can lift up buildings.. and fly past heaven.." *Girl walks away*

 

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You're hanging out with the wrong girls. All of my friends are complete nerds, including the females. All but one read comic books, all but two play D&D, one bellydances with the SCA (no, I don't know why the people who do medieval stuff adopted bellydancers, I'm guessing it's 'cause a pretty girl brought up the proposal and all the guys stuttered a little and said "sure") while two others stick with the more traditional SCA stuff. We have one utter and complete Star Wars fanatic, and we can't forget the very cool/pretty/creepy LARPer...(I think she might play a little too much Ravenloft for her own good, but that aside she's a great girl).

Nerd girls DO tend to be rather outnumbered. The flashy/confident ones aquire guys quickly, us mousy sorts seem to just get assimilated (I think I've bitched about the "You're not a girl, you're Angie" statement here on the forum at least once), but nerd girls ARE out there (and I honestly think most of us aren't bad looking).

OK, rant finished. Bottom line? Why don't you guys quit whining and TALK to a girl? If she, instead of running away when you mention Hellblazer, demands to borrow your entire collection you can pretty much bet that she's good people (of course Hellblazer and The Crow are kind of my "decent human being" test for all genders...)

lol, during hunting season you see more deer in town than out :-) They know they're safe as long as they're inside the city limits. My grandma will wake up and find two or three of them outside eating apples off her apple tree.

Most of our cheerleaders were dumber than rocks (it probably doesn't help that over the four years I played pep band I saw two of them get dropped on their heads...) But we did have three cool ones. One was a guy, a friend of mine, who signed up as a joke. His parents found out and made him go through with it. As the only guy on the team he got stuck with all of the strength stuff. He always told us it was a great excuse to feel up pretty but obnoxious chicks. ANother was as gleefully trailer trash as you can get. She chose to be a cheerleader because, as she put it, "They're SUPPOSED to get laid, right?" She figured being a cheerleader was slightly more socially acceptable than just being a slut (shows you want a sorry state our world is in doesn't it?) The third was technically the head cheerleader, but by her sophmore year she was alreayd completely disillusioned and bitter. SHe spent as much time making fun of our sports teams as the band did :-)

Small town, rural area. Saw a raccoon right next to Greek row a few weeks ago, lots of deer. And then there's the fact we're an Ag college :-) They trot out the cloned mules for just about every event, pen them next to the Ag building where you can feed them carrots and scratch their ears. They're such spoiled little brats, I love 'em!

let alone excuse them... Anybody here a cheerleader? I think that would count as not entirely sane entertainment.

Funny little ice crystal snow that's too heavy for flakes, but still makes the ground white. A gnarled old pine with a squirrel chewing on his breakfast and a couple of cantankerous old magpies. A parking lot full of cars that haven't moved in at least a week, probably longer. The Ag barns, with the cows placidly lurching aroundin the snow. Acres and acres of white hills, disguising what's normally pastures or fields.

If a few weirdos in halloween dress spelling things with their arms is all it takes to satisfy every guy's fantasy than the world is a much more boring place than I thought.

Of course it would explain cheerleaders...

That's 'casue Ninja Turtles are cool while Village People are creepy... I mean come on, what the hell are a cowboy, an indian, a cop and a biker doing in the same band??? Evil I tell you, EVIL.

Besides, disco gives me nightmares...

*sigh* ANd yet another thread shoots completely off topic with the speed and force of a bullet train only to land squarely in the toilet... Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.

Does anyone else like watching films with the subtitles on or is it just me?

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I think you all misunderstood this to mean foreign films with subtitles.

 

I'm thinking Keeyah meant the English language films which I too watch with the subtitles occasionally. But with the sound down of course any other way whould just be insane right. :-?

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What I love is turning the subtitles, turning off the volume, turning on the stereo, and then reading a book :) Drives my dad nuts...