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Bwahahahahaha
I kill me, sometimes. For one, I have my first flame! It's not a very big one, and it didn't hurt. But! A flame!Chee! On fanfiction.net... and it's not a bad flame, either. The person was trying to be very polite.
*giggles*
I also found some old files, and rifled through them... Came across this...
[Brooke`] "So...what do you do?" "I'm a mercenary." "Oh. Any educatoin?" "Well, I was in combat pits for awhile." "Any interests?" "I like blowing stuff up." "Oh, how about fashion?" "I LOVE kevlar."
Brooke`] "Soo..about your relationsihp wtih Cable?" "Well, we're freinds sometimes. And we sleep together while we're friends osmetimes. And then we hate each other--and we seem to sleep together MORE then."
[`Falstaff] I can see Scott now.
[`Falstaff] ((Go to your room.)) ((I'm fifty-one years old, Scott. You can't send me to my room.)) ((The fuck I can't. Go. And -- don't take her with you . . . .))
[BastKitty] Staff: he'd be having a telepathic convo with Jean along the lines of "What the HELL is our son gotten himself into?" Jean" "Don't look at me. He's your son."
[Brooke`] ((Okay. Can I take her to the kitchen?))
-=-=
And, the ClineMST. Looking at it now, it isn't completely as funny as it could be. I can see sections for improvement. And maybe I'll do that improving... But nothing is so interesting as looking at this old MST and seeing some of my commentary... My tastes have changed, I think.
I like Alex now, for instance...
Still miss Brookie, though.
There are some wonderful lines in it. Maybe I'll actually post it, one of these days... sigh. I'm too soft-hearted.
*giggles*
I also found some old files, and rifled through them... Came across this...
[Brooke`] "So...what do you do?" "I'm a mercenary." "Oh. Any educatoin?" "Well, I was in combat pits for awhile." "Any interests?" "I like blowing stuff up." "Oh, how about fashion?" "I LOVE kevlar."
Brooke`] "Soo..about your relationsihp wtih Cable?" "Well, we're freinds sometimes. And we sleep together while we're friends osmetimes. And then we hate each other--and we seem to sleep together MORE then."
[`Falstaff] I can see Scott now.
[`Falstaff] ((Go to your room.)) ((I'm fifty-one years old, Scott. You can't send me to my room.)) ((The fuck I can't. Go. And -- don't take her with you . . . .))
[BastKitty] Staff: he'd be having a telepathic convo with Jean along the lines of "What the HELL is our son gotten himself into?" Jean" "Don't look at me. He's your son."
[Brooke`] ((Okay. Can I take her to the kitchen?))
-=-=
And, the ClineMST. Looking at it now, it isn't completely as funny as it could be. I can see sections for improvement. And maybe I'll do that improving... But nothing is so interesting as looking at this old MST and seeing some of my commentary... My tastes have changed, I think.
I like Alex now, for instance...
Still miss Brookie, though.
There are some wonderful lines in it. Maybe I'll actually post it, one of these days... sigh. I'm too soft-hearted.