Merry Christmas from the OOT?Follow

When she screams out "FLIXZOMG", dont blame me.

I'm just sad that there was a 9 page whine-fest in the OOT about We and I missed my chance at a sarcastic comment and a Ha-ha. I guess I'll have to wander over into that cesspool more often.

Could you scratch me a little to the left, Tricky?

No, a little bit up. To the right. Up. Up. Too much, go down.

AHHH!!

Thanks, I'm spent.

If it bothered me, I would keep my mouth shut. I know karma is a suicide mission here. I know people rate me down without giving it much thought. Why do you think I'm not a regular here anymore?

My post about being karma camped was sarcastic. I don't give much about it anymore. You try moving my karma either way and I might even throw a cookie in the pot just for the heck of it.

I'm glad you noticed my avatar though. Spent some time editing in that santa hat.

Aww, hell. I wanted that cookie.

Oh well, take it!

Who are you talking about? Us or them?

Ps. LOL <300 post Guru! <- burrrn, haxor!

Asylum, ofc.

Oh, you mean whine about losing it?

OOT then.



They're, like, right underneath our names, man. How can we avoid them?

Thank you!

I'm in my 16th week now, and we're planning to have the ultrasound to detect possible birth defects and determine the sex at 18 weeks, which should be the week between Xmas and New Years.

So hopefully Ambrya 2.0 will have a name before January, providing he/she isn't shy and thus refuses to flash the camera.



Edited, Dec 10th 2006 7:19pm by Ambrya

Where's the fun in that? Besides, you have to check who you're replying to. Unless you're color blind, you'll know what title you have because even if you focus on what you're writing, the color of your name will be in the out-of-focus area to the left of you. You might not be able to read the title, but you can see the color.

Fade in.

Appartment room, night. A man is sitting in a chair with a piece of chiffon as a bandage on his left leg. He is partially covered in shadows. He has a glass of bourbon in his right hand and a cigarette in his left.

Man: It's there, lurking back at me. Like imaginary eyes in the darkness of your open closet. Eyes of superstition, provoked by stories you heard as a child. Your childhood, so sorrowless and free you were. Those days of ancient past flash before your eyes as you look into the barrel of a 40 cal. handgun.

The man takes a sip of the bourbon and moves the cigarette to his mouth. Close-up, focus on eyes. Smokes on the cigarette.

Man: Tragedy. Dreams and dames are made of it. Dreams. I had those. Dreams of a good job, a beautiful wife and two kids playing in the backyard. Dreams. Those dreams came close to reality two months ago. Before this. And as irony wants it...

Fade out.

Man: ...it started with a dame.

Edited, Dec 11th 2006 1:26am by Mazra

No, that's too English.

I need a good American P.I. story.

You know something I don't, Samira?

Actually, I'm inclined to think it's a girl, if for no other reason than it was almost serendipitous how easily Mr. Ambrya and I came up with a girl's name, while we struggled and struggled to find a boy's name we liked, and even once we decided, it just never had that, "There it is. That's our name" certainty we felt with the girl's name.




Edited, Dec 10th 2006 7:43pm by Ambrya

Gah! I was thinking of DSD's fetus, sorry!

Good thing they banned linus, we sure don't want him around anyone's fetus!

So since we seem to have a steady stream of pregger peeps here, who's next?