Sgt. Howard wrote:That's her therapy material... she relives stress by smacking stalkers fourteen kinds of stupid then ejecting them from a moving vehicle... it's a different form of Zen...
GlytchMeister wrote:Hardcore catharsis.
Or would that be Hardcore cartharsis?
*drops a 1967 Ford Mustang replica VHS tape rewinder into the pun jar, just in case*
I've also recently decided I want to make or convert a shillelagh into a plus-sized sword-cane. None o' that flimsy rapier in a cane crap, I wanna bastard sword in a war club.
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
lake_wrangler wrote:Won't it look rather conspicuous, using a war club as a walking cane?
If you get the right style, not really. A little bit, like you might get some looks, but if you make it look stylish, you can get by with a lot.
I can walk into a nightclub with my Trusty Steel Pipe because I've decorated it to look like a particularly sturdy cane. Limping with it like Dr. House helps complete the illusion.
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
lake_wrangler wrote:Won't it look rather conspicuous, using a war club as a walking cane?
If you get the right style, not really. A little bit, like you might get some looks, but if you make it look stylish, you can get by with a lot.
I can walk into a nightclub with my Trusty Steel Pipe because I've decorated it to look like a particularly sturdy cane. Limping with it like Dr. House helps complete the illusion.
With a good shillelagh, you won't NEED a concealed blade. It'll be every bit as effective as that steel pipe you have, and a lot easier to pass through security since it won't light up a metal detector
True. I used to have a club made from the rootball of an old gnarly bush I dug up... It eventually broke, but it used to be pretty effective.
My dream shillelagh would be made from lignum vitae. One of the strongest, hardest woods out there... Also known as the Tree of Life, and is frequently stated in myth to be the wood from which the wand of Merlin was made.
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
Dave wrote:If you start feeding "long pork" to the porkers, they'll get a taste for it, and will begin expecting you to provide it with every meal.
They will be horribly disappointed... heartbroken, in fact... every time you go out to the pen with nothing more than a big bucket of their usual diet of boiled grains and greens.
You would be committing gruel-tease to animals, and I'm sure you don't want that.
I was starting to feel almost normal, then it came and took my favourite uncle.
Trying not to turtle up, honest.
Yanno how some people have Angels/Devils for a conscience? I have a Dark Elf ShadowKnight and a Half Elf Ranger for mine. The really bad part is when they agree on something.
TazManiac wrote:You are amongst our beloved folk. Go find some sunshine to sit in...
We have none here...
Then one must make their own. Create a safe/comfortable place at home with pillows and blankets. Go to a warm coffee shop with a corner to ease in to. Or find open spaces that hold you close but stretch to the stars.
Then open your memories. Find the good ones. Focus on their details. Let that be your sunshine.
That sunshine is always there, you just have to open the blinds and soak in the warmth.
Urban Dictionary comes in handy for some of these chat acronyms.
DIAFF - die in a forest fire (or substitute another appropriate f-word).
The acronym also means "damn, I am (bleep) funny", but that doesn't fit the context.
*poke*, *poke*...
