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So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
Thank you. I'm turning thirty tomorrow. Time to start reading everything in large print.
You're already 30 here, old man.
Facebook told me so and I know that asshole Zuckerberg goes through your garbage for thrown out mail to make sure he's selling accurate information about you.
Why stay up for 24hrs reading the IC when you can put a headphone in and have Google narrate it to you while you accomplish other things?
I've considered reading my posts and throwing up a podcast link with each one to make it easier to catch up on and adding the link under the title of each post...
just need to figure out hosting without eating a ton of space/cost.
By our usual calendar, we still have 15 more days before we all stop posting and randomly disappear.
15 days... 4 posts per day... that mean's 60 more GL posts!
...in the end, you guys will all quit just because you will have arrived at the point that you all hate Kai-ro like he's Hal "Second Coming of Emerald Jesus" Jordan in the current GL run...
Not if you do it organically and with character development...
...or in other words "in an un-Hal Jordan-like fashion."
Blame Gail Simone. She was so indignant over how 'harmful' The Killing Joke was to Barbara that she decided to undo it and remove years of character development, turning her back into just another Bat-kid and ultimately damaging the character far more severely than any amount of bullets through the spine.
I don't think that's actually accurate. Gail Simone did a ton of character work with Oracle.
When the New 52 rolled around editorial wanted to undo all of that along with the character development Simone herself did on Birds of Prey. Simone's options were basically let this happen under someone else's watch.... or try and control the damage herself.
Personally, the better option probably would have been to leave the book in disgust and then when Babs book got panned, then ride a similar wave of sentiment for the old Barbara and have her get brought back with Wally West and the OG Superman...but it's hard to blame her for not knowing it was a possibility.
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>
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