Tsk-tsk, Hamadryad, I believe both Homebrew and myself have offered to send a combination of puppy heads, Fouke creatures, dead men’s skulls and an unusual and arcane view into Texarkana. I think we agree that crush e-mails just don’t do it.
Now, as for you, Hamadryad, we might have to chat. When I originally stated my affection for Auntie Em, I was under the impression that she lived in the Land of Oz because she had read the books. It seems that I may have been mistaken. Turns out that she lives (according to an older t-shirt) in the “Land of Ahhs!” (cute, and a homonym, but not the same). Now, I was raised a Kansan myself, and so while I adore the people, Auntie’s state was not what I was originally gushing about.
You, however, write as if you’ve read the books. If so, I’m perfectly willing to stalk you instead of Auntie Em. (No offense, 'Em. I’d have given you up even if you had chosen me over the worthy Homebrew. I’m fickle like that; gotta go for the literary loves in life.) Think about it, Hamadryad. My affections may be fickle, but they transfer fairly easy.
What, you mean you wanna open up a bank account? I don’t think they give away toasters anymore for doing that; now it’s a paltry 10 bucks or something.
And it’s a health hazard. Why, I remember on an episode of Different Strokes when Arnold went to open an account (to get a free toaster) and bank robbers came by to hold everyone hostage. Well, they came by for the money, but who can resist hostages? Arnold, of course, saved the day by stealthily rescuing the bank keys and throwing them out the night deposit box, but what if he hadn’t? The toaster would have led to his downfall.
I’m sure that’s what you meant by your toaster comment. I mean, what else–hey! Whuch you talkin’ 'bout, Homebrew?
SkipMagic, while your ultrakewlness factor went up with your well-researched Oz references, it just plummeted with the attention to detail you used in your “Diff’rent Strokes” story.
As far as the OP goes…fuck The Man. Fight the power. Peace out.
Heh. I was just a kid at the time, that show (and others of similar 80s ilk) made an indelible impression upon my wee glop of gooey grey ganglia; the adventures of a diminutive kid who didn’t seem to belong in his adopted society gave to me chuckles and laughs and chortles galore. That and they hadn’t created “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” yet, so what was I supposed to do?
So it seems that I am set adrift yet once again “On desperate seas long wont to roam…” (You’re a good man, Edgar Allen Poe Brown. I hope you eventually snag that red-headed girl with a raven on her shoulder.) Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe, as Romeo eventually found out, love’s a bitch (a dagger here, some poison there, it’s all good) and Hamadryad’s scathing remark on my diminished “kewlness” will keep me from hanging around balconies after these silly costume parties.
Or maybe I’ll just go back to sending SDMB members “crushes” through e-mails.
it is definitely a spam scam, because i got one on my junk email address that none of my friends even have! so my address has definitely been taken off some junk list and i was sent the automated “someone has a crush on you” bullshit.
That’s it, Hamadryad, you get points for obscurity but someone remembering that show (and others for having fan sites of it) pretty much signals the end of the world. I hope you’re happy.
“…remembering that show (and others for having fan sites of it) pretty much signals the end of the world. I hope you’re happy.”
No, that’s not the end of the world. Just wait until I start writing “Small Wonder” slash fiction…THAT will signal the Apocalypse. And I don’t mean the comic book villain. Although that would be something to see.
“He was trapped securely on that prison planet until that little Earther BITCH just had to bust out with the ‘Small Wonder’ fanfic.”
