Meme and fistfights
Oct. 26th, 2011 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indiana_jIn honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!
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I was 95% sure I was about to witness a fistfight on 29 as I went through Gainesville. I don't know what caused it but two cars - an SUV and a white pick-up truck - were next to each other and the occupants of the cars were screaming insults. They then did the oh-so-fun thing of cutting each other off, slamming on brakes and swerving into the next lane to block the other car from passing. At the second light, the truck managed to get in front (btw, he was very obviously the more aggressive of the two) and got out of his car to scream and gesture at the guys in the SUV.
At the next light, they were next to each other and, again, with the insults to the point they missed the light turning green - because of course they were the first cars at the light for all three lights *sigh* - and I'm pretty sure at least five of us, sick and tired of their antics, just laid on our horns at the same time. That was pretty much the end of it except that the white truck pulled off somewhere, I passed him, and he passed me 10 minutes later, going about 80. On a road where the limit is 55.
I could do without potential fistfights on my way home, thanks.
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I was 95% sure I was about to witness a fistfight on 29 as I went through Gainesville. I don't know what caused it but two cars - an SUV and a white pick-up truck - were next to each other and the occupants of the cars were screaming insults. They then did the oh-so-fun thing of cutting each other off, slamming on brakes and swerving into the next lane to block the other car from passing. At the second light, the truck managed to get in front (btw, he was very obviously the more aggressive of the two) and got out of his car to scream and gesture at the guys in the SUV.
At the next light, they were next to each other and, again, with the insults to the point they missed the light turning green - because of course they were the first cars at the light for all three lights *sigh* - and I'm pretty sure at least five of us, sick and tired of their antics, just laid on our horns at the same time. That was pretty much the end of it except that the white truck pulled off somewhere, I passed him, and he passed me 10 minutes later, going about 80. On a road where the limit is 55.
I could do without potential fistfights on my way home, thanks.
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Date: 2011-10-26 03:38 pm (UTC)Rose Tyler, Warehouse 13 Agent
Date: 2011-10-31 10:12 pm (UTC)The warehouse she’s in is quiet except for Rose, and whoever is off to her side, breathing. She doesn’t dare move to see who it is but tries to catch a glimpse of them out of the corner of her eye.
“Well, you are a nice surprise!” The voice causes Rose to frown – it’s cultured, female, British and really, really familiar. But she’s in the States, in Pete’s World, and that voice is dredging up memories from a different time and universe …
“Uh, hello?” Rose says and then stops because she suddenly recognizes the weapon that’s threatening to scramble her brains into bits. “A Tesla gun, authorized to Warehouse agents. You’re my contact – s’ not very friendly, is it, holdin’ a Tesla to your contacts head?”
The woman chuckles and steps back a pace, then one to the side so that she’s in Rose’s direct line of sight. In turn, Rose almost takes one back out of shock but stops herself – she’s a Torchwood Agent and former companion of the Doctor. Surprises shouldn’t, well, surprise her anymore.
But this one does because the tall woman with the black hair, British accent and slight, knowing smile, is familiar to her. But that’s impossible for a number of reasons – wrong universe and 1896 is a long time from present day.
And then Rose’s brain stops as the woman laughs. “Oh, Rose, it has been forever!”
She swallows. “Helena?”
H. G. Wells leans forwards and whispers in her ear. “Come now, darling, what’s a little cross dimensional time travel between friends? Welcome, again, to the Warehouse, Rose Tyler. It’s very happy to see you.”
(I don't know if you've ever seen Warehouse 13 but this just struck me as something that I couldn't pass up. ;) )
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Date: 2011-10-26 04:51 pm (UTC)(also WTF road rage.)
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Date: 2011-10-31 10:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-11-01 05:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-26 05:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-31 10:21 pm (UTC)"What's the matter, Ray?" someone asked.
"You know, ever since that damned Stay Puft Marshmallow thing, I haven't been able to enjoy one decent cup of hot chocolate. It's not the same without the marshmallow but -" He shuddered.
Venkman patted him slightly on the shoulder. "And this, children, is why Uncle Peter always puts alcohol in his."
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Date: 2011-10-31 10:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-26 08:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-31 10:25 pm (UTC)Five voices responded with a resounding "YES". (Her Christmas stocking, though, was slightly heavier that year; Tony had apparently been playing Santa and she named her newest Taser Tight Ass in honor of Thor.)
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Date: 2011-10-27 12:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-31 10:27 pm (UTC)