Thanks to Medic Mom (who is bitchen’ and neato and go read her now!) I know which Peanuts character I am:
You are Rerun!
Which Peanuts Character are You?
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And here I’d just called it my dingy blonde cheerleader routine, or perhaps my snarky writer-on-the-outside routine… who knew I was just a cartoon character that’s already been done?
Thanks to LunaNina for the meme:
Oh, you’re wondering what the hell I’m prattling on about? Free association game - my subconscious has been working overtime lately kinda like a dog running around its backyard frantically digging holes everywhere trying to find that perfect bone it just *knows* it buried around here somewhere, so I figured I’d try some word-association and see what happened.
So far none of the closets in the sub-sub-basements located deep under the dungeons in my head have dumped any part of their skeletal contents on me about it, but then, it’s only been a few minutes. Lately though, that’s a record. Maybe it’s time for a bubble bath…
I’m running off with The Grand Poobah to the wilds of… well, a California campground where the biggest hazard will probably be beer cans. And groundskeet… erm, small children. Who, around me, are really only a hazard to themselves. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya. Happily, as we were unable to procure marshmallows of the variety suitable for roasting over an open flame, we should have absolutely no problem whatsoever getting a nice roaring campfire going to keep our toes toasty. Now that I’ve tempted the gods of fire and frost…
Okay, so that title should be restricted solely to posts about The Grand Poobah, but I haven’t had enough coffee so this is really about MonkeyFilter’s contribution to my inner child for the day:
“dipping plush bears in a vat of hot scented wax” - I so totally thought this was gonna be a plushie porn site. And I clicked anyway. It was like watching a car accident in slow motion… I couldn’t stop myself. *blush*
This is why I could never be in the military - I completely identify with Skippy (erm, SPC Schwarz). I’d really have the biggest problem with #32 - Not allowed to let sock puppets take command of my post. Why the hell not, I ask!
Sushi as I’ve never imagined it… drool. I gotta go lick some raw fish for lunch now.