I want an invisible friend.
I would never have to pay for a sporting event again, I would always be at the best seat in the house - on the sideline - and the teams I root for would do much better than expected.
*“And it looks like a touchdown for the Cowboys and… Oh wait! The ball just popped out! The Giants recovered the fumble!”
“That’s a routine ground ball to Garciapara that should end the game… Oh wait! Suddenly, he fell down and seems to have lost his pants!”
“The Lakers missed every shot this querter, as the Knicks opened up a huge lead…”*
I’d fund my travels with successful wagers on the events I attend.
Yer pal,
Satan
TIME ELAPSED SINCE I QUIT SMOKING:
Three months, 19 hours, 5 minutes and 50 seconds.
3671 cigarettes not smoked, saving $458.98.
Life saved: 1 week, 5 days, 17 hours, 55 minutes.
Good one, satan.
Hmm. . . I think I’d just follow my friends around to see what they do in private.
Naah. . . I’d go driving and freak out people, who would see NO ONE BEHIND THE STEERING WHEEL!!!
Considering how blonde I’ve been acting lately, I’d probably spend three hours in front of an automatic door, wondering why it wouldn’t open for me.
Now this is a concept for GD: worshipping and yearning for an invisible pink horn!
::clonked in head by flying garbage::
Sheesh! okay! stoppit already!
Be honest, no one one else pictured Chief Scott as a succubus or incuubus or whatever? One of those floaty, horny little presences that crop up in “religious” paintings?
Only w/ Chief Scott, it’s more Ghostbusters visits Porky’s.
Sorry to derail the OP. I’d infiltrate all those closed, smoke-filled rooms where real decisions are made. But being invisible, knowing the truth wouldn’t help, because I couldn’t pass on the info.
Veb
Well, since light would pass right through my retina (due to it being invisible) I would probably run around screaming, “I’m blind! I’m blind!” until I ran into something and knocked myself unconscious. Which would probably be pretty scary for anyone who happened to be in the same room.
“I’m blind! I’m blind!” thud
“What the HELL was that?”
Balance laments:
What, one wonders, is considered attractive in an invisible female?
“My, you have such a clear body!”
“You look, er, smell, er, seem lovely today!”
Animal magnetism? <ducks quickly>
I was talking about a visible female–I’d be the invisible one (which would happily do away with most questions about my own attractiveness).
Nika, I’m now working busily on my invisibility techniques, just for you. Until I get it working, I could just hide until you turn the lights out
This reeks of IMHO fodder. Away it goes.
I think the ultimate question is, am I invisible all the time? Or just when I want to be? With clothes, or without? If I can have clothes and be completely invisible, I think I would be more inclined to steal. Walk into check cashing place, stand in corner until they close, conceal money under clothes, walk out, make deposit at night drop, send away for things via e-mail (charged to my Visa platinum card), send donation checks to suitable charities, etc. . . .
On the other hand, if I don’t get any clothes . . . succubus, succubus, succubus. I would pick deep sleepers and give them sexy nightmares. wicked grin
What did you expect? Naked, invisible charity work?
Well that’s easy. I’m a photographer. So, assuming (and since I can I am assuming) that I can make my camera, camera bag, spare rolls of film…and clothes, I’ve been wearing clothes to long to change now…invisible too and visible again when I got home, I would, basically, become the greatest photographer in the world.
“Her work has such a candid feel.” “She really captures an intimate moment.” “Her portraits are so unguarded…like what people look like when no one else is there.”
or…
“It’s amazing how she got that shot of the senator with the
mafia figure/callgirl/farm animal.”
If I were invisible and not married, I would definitely be a succubus. So many guys. Young ones, old ones, shy ones. I could experiment to my hearts content and you guys probably wouldn’t say a thing.
Guy: I had the strangest dream last night.
Other Guy: About what?
Guy: Some thing was seducing me, but I couldn’t see anything.
Other Guy: Can I come over tonight?
The rest of the time, I would try to thump bullies in schools, whisper encouraging words to kids and teens and generally try to act like a guardian angel. At least until nighttime. :evil laugh:
I think I’d spend a few evenings at the multiplex.
Some shows I would like to see but don’t really want to pay for, in case they tank.
First off, any time somebody changed the channel on the public television here to MTV, I’d change it to something else immediately.
Then I think I’d worry about whether people can see the food I’ve just eaten; half-digested sandwhiches floating across the room, besides making my presence known, would just be gross.
I would trip on the stairs, but I do that anyway.
I also think that it is much better use said power to impress women–rather than spying on them. While I’m not quite sure how this would work, there has to be some way…
“Uhh, hey baby, wanna (not) see me…oh, nevermind.”
I’d follow my unhusband around at his job and every time he started to speak, I’d lightly hit his ear. However, if my laugh isn’t invisible this wouldn’t work out so well.
What were you going to say? They locked your thread before anyone answered but
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