spokes - 2007-09-27 12:54 PM
Rynamite - 2007-09-27 10:47 AM
spokes - 2007-09-27 1:40 PM
Good God, I was just making animal noises for my co-workers. I'm scary good at it. Must be the Mighty Hunter inside me...
I was the KING of Flashlight Tag. I'm a really sneaky little bastard in the dark.
wtf are you talking about?
Now y'all know why my road bike is named Non-Sequitur, because I am the King of Non-Sequiturs.
OK, the connection... if there is one, I was imitating dogs barking, birds chirping and I made the "Mighty Hunter" connection. The variety of flashlight tag we played at a friends' house when I was 14 was called "Magoo". One person would have the flashlight, and close their eyes and count to 100 or whatever, and everyone else would run like hell and hide. As each was 'caught' by me (and I'm really, really, REALLY scary good at this), they'd have to go to 'base'.
1 little complication that made it somewhat hard, but you can catch a group with one "Magoo" and a flashlight beam if you catch them running, was that 'free' people could tag the ones at base and they could go hide again.
And they were pretty good at hiding, but the best compliment I would get is "Carson, how the f8ck did you find me? I didn't hear you sneaking up on me!"
I can hear 'em breathin' in the dark, even if I can't see them. I'm very very quiet (I'd take off my shoes and walk barefoot, try not to squash leaves, etc.
By the way, Joe Stump effin' rocks (I'm listening to him now).
Stream. Of. Consciousness.
Kiley. GO someplace OUT of the office and eat. Where's your office? I'll give you some recommendations.