If Pat hadn't set his coffee cup on my desk, I'd be the gray Li-ion battery.
Oh well, better than battling zombies with a large bottle of lotion. Your zombie battling tool is the first object to your left.
I never was much of a fan of zombie stories! I guess I'd be a plaid timer! making sure every one takes their meds. on time. I try to separate my meds. by at least an hour.
Actually, I was hoping for it to not be blue or even bleu. This is part of my devious plan to have Ann write about something that is not blue. Admit it, Ann. You've got things in your house which are not blue.
Just call me "geck" because "zilla" is like a last name.
geckzilla wrote:Ann, you're letting your obsession with blue cause you to fail the thread, again. You've failed to mention the object to your right.
Yes, because I'm a chocolate superhero, too. And you are right, the object to my right is a (still unopened) tiny (I'd say a little less than ten centimeters by ten centimeters) little red box of chocolates!
As it happens, this would mean I am 'The Grey Calculator'.
Not an entirely bad superhero name, or perhaps a super-baddie.
Certainly would fit in with the Rogues Gallery of the 1960's TV Batman.
geckzilla wrote:
Actually, I was hoping for it to not be blue or even bleu. This is part of my devious plan to have Ann write about something that is not blue. Admit it, Ann. You've got things in your house which are not blue.
Ann lives in Villa Villekulla along with her horse, Ed, and her monkey, Mr. Nilsson.
Outside the house stands a tree that grows sockerdricka, a soft drink.
Know the quiet place within your heart and touch the rainbow of possibility; be
alive to the gentle breeze of communication, and please stop being such a jerk. — Garrison Keillor
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cerebral_salt-wasting_syndrome wrote:
<<Cerebral salt-wasting syndrome (CSWS) is a rare endocrine condition featuring hyponatremia (low blood sodium concentration) and dehydration in response to trauma/injury or the presence of tumors in or surrounding the brain. This form of hyponatraemia is due to excessive renal sodium excretion resulting from a centrally mediated process. Primary symptoms include polyuria due to inadequate sodium retention in the body, polydipsia due to polyuria, extreme salt cravings (e.g. desire to drink pickle juice), dysautonomia, and dehydration.
Patients often "self-medicate" by naturally gravitating toward a high-sodium diet.>>
Today I am blue-yellow infrared remote control. The object to my left which is suggested to be the zombie combat tool, is a rubber!
Zombies got no chance...I will erase them all...I hope they are painted with a pencil
Oh... my....
This has now made my list of 'Supremely Cheesy Monsters + Poor Acting/Screaming + Bad Science + Painfully Unimpressive Explosive Death Scene'.
Its a short list, fortunately, but...
Dearie, dearie me....
geckzilla wrote:
Actually, I was hoping for it to not be blue or even bleu. This is part of my devious plan to have Ann write about something that is not blue. Admit it, Ann. You've got things in your house which are not blue.
Ann lives in Villa Villekulla along with her horse, Ed, and her monkey, Mr. Nilsson.
Outside the house stands a tree that grows sockerdricka, a soft drink.
Who's Mr. Nilsson? Yessirree, Ann is very good to us… I say “us” because she lets one of her cats (Fluffy) live with me in the stable. Actually, since the Mars Lander accident, I’ve been calling him Squeaky. (If the shoe fits, etc.) Squeaky and I get along fine and I really appreciate the company. Ann used to spend more time in the stable working on projects in her adjoining studio. But ever since she got that computer, she’s always banging on those keys. She spends a good bit of time typing to folks on a cyber spaceship. She bought Squeaky and I a computer so we could do the same. Squeaky isn’t very good at it, and a shame too, most of us haven’t had such an up close encounter with a real Martian spacecraft. Things he could share! And me, I have a tough time banging those keys with my hoof. I tried it with a pencil in my mouth but it kept breaking and it’s difficult to see the keys through my big nose.