((Sorry to be bowing out early again, but my supper managed to get cross-contaminated with something I’m strongly allergic to, and between the swollen mouth and the heavy dose of benedryl, I’m feeling pretty much out of it. Play nice, and catch everyone tomorrow.))
thehumbleminion asked:
secrets
I’ve had a number of very, very bad experiences with keeping secrets when I really shouldn’t have, so I try very hard not to do it now, unless it’s for a good reason. The most amusing secret I can think of, though, wasn’t one I kept, it was when Wayne agreed to be Roxanne’s “maid of honor” at our wedding — and then showed up in a kilt! Not quite a dress, and I think it surprised everyone there except Wayne!
moviequoter97 asked:
Music
Oh. Some of my very, very oldest memories are of music. My mother humming to herself while she worked, my father singing me to sleep — but there’s one very special memory, of a huge group of people standing in a beautiful place on my homeworld, singing goodbye to me, a few days before the whole system was destroyed. I can’t think of any sort of music now without remembering those days. (sniffles) Excuse me, I think I need to go find a Kleenex….
phantom-sk asked:
[Fear]
Strapping your favorite hostage (for whom you’ve had a secret crush for… oh, about six years at the time) to what was supposed to be a very real but deliberately non-functional nuclear warhead — only to realize after the button is pushed and the countdown begins that some over-achieving brainbot “fixed” the detonator when you weren’t looking, and you now have under a minute to stop the process before it reduces everything you care about, yourself, your best friend, and said hostage included, into a pile of radioactive ash. That may not be fear for YOU, but it certainly fit the definition for ME! AND it also filled the bill for “totally mortified”!
dani-kin asked:
Speed
The first time I was able to make a properly working jetpack. It was such an incredible feeling, the speed of movement and the absolute freedom of being able to fly like that, I wound up crashing into the lake because I pushed it past its limits and ran out of fuel. But it was glorious! I’d always been jealous of Wayne because of his powers and how they gave him so many advantages in life, but I’d never really wanted to have any of them for mysef until then, not just for the fun of it. I think that’s something I’ll envy him forever — but at least I have the intelligence to be able to simulate it, once in a while!
Anonymous asked:
Fishsticks
Age six months, one of my Uncles decided it was time to start having me feed myself with finger foods from the prison cafeteria. I wasn’t very pleased with how the orangey things smelled, but since Uncle Dirk promised I could have extra pudding if I ate up, I made the best of it — until he asked me how I was enjoying the fishsticks. I believe they needed to burn the clothes he was wearing….
Anonymous asked:
cotton candy
Evil Plan #74, The Abominal Azure Cloud of Chaos, intended to ruin the festival the Scott family threw at the lakefront every year for the Fourth of July. A normal fogbank would’ve been easy enough to create and totally blanket the park, but I wanted something that would not only look ominous, but would ruin the fun for everyone. A huge cloud of sticky spun sugar seemed just perfect, especially with enough dye in it to turn everything it touched a lovely shade of blue. It attracted all sorts of bugs to add to the evil effect, every seagull in western Michigan decided to come and feast and do a splendid impromptu reenactment of “The Birds” — it was one of my favorite almost-wins, since of course Metro Pill had to come along and spoil the fun by kicking up a geyser from the lake to wash it all away. But ah, the fond memories!
Anonymous asked:
Needle
A couple of months after Roxanne and I started dating, she talked me into going to a press club dinner with her, in rather ordinary formal clothing. My shirt had a loose button, I didn’t think it was anything worth worrying about, but she was determined to take care of it — and when I saw her suddenly coming right at me with a needle and thread, I… um… fainted. Dead away. Really, she should’ve given me just a LITTLE more of a warning!!!
Anonymous asked:
lingerie
Okay, I’m sure I know what someone out there is looking for. I remember the first time I went to a lingerie store, looking for new underpants for myself. It was my eighteenth birthday, before I’d invented and perfected the disguise watch, so I had to go at night and break in when the store was closed. It was a very high-end store, not one of those cheap and trashy places; I was truly amazed by the huge variety of things they had, how all the fabrics and styles felt. I spent almost two hours trying on all the different kinds of underpants they had. Minion was out in the car, supposedly on lookout, and he fell asleep waiting for me.
Anonymous asked:
Make-up
Age 13. There was a new inmate who had some rather large and colorful birthmarks on one side of his face, and I asked why he didn’t use make up to cover it up. I mean, why not? Seemed perfectly logical and sensible to me, especially since he was always complaining about how people took one look at his face, saw nothing but the marks, and wouldn’t give him the time of day, Uncle Wuxi was kind enough to intervene before I wound up plastered all over the exercise yard.
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