I second the "Little brothers should stay little" thing. >.> It needs to apply to cousins too. Since both my bro AND my cousin who's a year younger than him can lift me. Though my cousin is about a foot shorter than I am... ~.~
DON'T MENTION TWENTY ONE! I ONLY HAVE TWO MONTHS TO CONSTRUCT A SAFE HAVEN TO AVOID CRAZED FEMALE RELATIVES HAULING ME OFF TO A BAR!!! *Flail*
But your brother doesn't currently look like the ghetto version of Mr. Clean, with glasses, and a game controller. I can't help but laugh. (I told him as much too, he just made a face and said, "it's because I have no shirt, isn't it?" What a charmer.)
Hm? Well...in your case, it's a way to get out. Just say the booze smells like varnish and avoid it, but don't MIND it, assuming you can take loud music. Might meet some new friends... (This from the girl who lives in Miami. South beach practically IS one long club as far as I can tell. I avoid all purveyors of heavy bass, regardless of music type. I like my music quiet, and my people loud.)
Just eat the pretzels and the peanuts, and watch yoru cousins be stupid?
lol Ghetto Mr Clean? Brilliant! XD Mine... Uhhh... Well he looked like a punk rocker for a while with that tall spikey mohawk before mom shaved it off. Now he just looks tall and blank-faced and somehow the type of thing small kids wanna climb on. XD
I'd rather just go off to a library and hide amid the literature. I'm probaly the black sheep or something.
Ever notice that whenever things get politically difficult in the books, the people just leave for space? It's like in the old days when people used to leave for a tour of Europe whenever they were part of a scandal.
--the articulate raspberry from the blue-behinded ape in paradiseobseletevultureMarch 5 2010, 00:14:19 UTC
I'd keep that to yoruself since I get the feeling he's too young to you (and eventually, married to a Brazilian lady...) ^_~
It was somewhat hard NOT to notice the transparent authorial trips into space, yeah. Convenient way to get your characters back whenever the whimsy strikes you. For all we know, Bean is going ot show up again as a giant, disembodied mass of intelligent organs, and amputated limbs, attended by genius ribless giant children, wandering through space being too smart, and conveniently solving the plot for the next book...
...Sorry. *snort* Being writing-happy myself, albeit not good enough for publishing ruins much of my enjoyment of literature. Mr. Card is not a very subtle spider in my eyes, though I love his works for the beautiful use of strategy.
I think I might be subliminally jealous of Valentine too, she gets to snark everyone, and everyone still loves her. I'd at least feel guilty. The only reason I get to snark her back without a guilty twinge is because she's a figment of a mormon fellow's rather
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DON'T MENTION TWENTY ONE! I ONLY HAVE TWO MONTHS TO CONSTRUCT A SAFE HAVEN TO AVOID CRAZED FEMALE RELATIVES HAULING ME OFF TO A BAR!!! *Flail*
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Hm? Well...in your case, it's a way to get out. Just say the booze smells like varnish and avoid it, but don't MIND it, assuming you can take loud music. Might meet some new friends... (This from the girl who lives in Miami. South beach practically IS one long club as far as I can tell. I avoid all purveyors of heavy bass, regardless of music type. I like my music quiet, and my people loud.)
Just eat the pretzels and the peanuts, and watch yoru cousins be stupid?
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I'd rather just go off to a library and hide amid the literature. I'm probaly the black sheep or something.
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Ever notice that whenever things get politically difficult in the books, the people just leave for space? It's like in the old days when people used to leave for a tour of Europe whenever they were part of a scandal.
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It was somewhat hard NOT to notice the transparent authorial trips into space, yeah. Convenient way to get your characters back whenever the whimsy strikes you. For all we know, Bean is going ot show up again as a giant, disembodied mass of intelligent organs, and amputated limbs, attended by genius ribless giant children, wandering through space being too smart, and conveniently solving the plot for the next book...
...Sorry. *snort* Being writing-happy myself, albeit not good enough for publishing ruins much of my enjoyment of literature. Mr. Card is not a very subtle spider in my eyes, though I love his works for the beautiful use of strategy.
I think I might be subliminally jealous of Valentine too, she gets to snark everyone, and everyone still loves her. I'd at least feel guilty. The only reason I get to snark her back without a guilty twinge is because she's a figment of a mormon fellow's rather ( ... )
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