There’s a small parking lot in the back of Brookdale dedicated to a few… trailers. RVs. I’m not entirely sure. They’re huge, and they have wheels, and the wheels have mud on them, so I guess they get around.
February 7, 2007
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February 7, 2007 at 5:38 am
are you still alive?
February 7, 2007 at 10:18 am
No.
February 7, 2007 at 7:39 pm
Then prove it.
[And Number Six dramatically engulfs the feeble army officer in her embrace, kissing him, while her vessel fires missiles into the space station, exploding it...]
February 7, 2007 at 8:09 pm
The Cylons were created by Man.
They were created to make life easier on the Twelve Colonies.
And then the day came when the Cylons decided to kill their masters.
After a long and bloody struggle, an armistice was declared.
The Cylons left for another world to call their own.
A remote space station was built…
…where Cylon and Human could meet and maintain diplomatic relations.
Every year, the Colonials send an officer.
The Cylons send no one.
No one has seen or heard from the Cylons in over forty years.
So…so…so, so are you alive, are you really alive? …then prove it.
February 7, 2007 at 11:31 pm
Am I proving that I’m really alive or really dead?
February 8, 2007 at 12:48 am
I think you’re inbetween!
HEY! Nice shot…crystal clear! Ever heard of a verrrrrrrrrrrrrry old toy called a “Wheel-O?”
I had one! They’re addicting…like blogging!
GO TO BED! It’s GOTTA be LATE there on the other side of the continent! +)
February 8, 2007 at 10:30 am
Never heard of a “Wheel-O.” The oldest toy we had around was a “Bongo Board,” which is basically a board on the round part of a cylinder. You stand on the board and try to keep your balance as the cylinder rolls around.
Late shmate. I still retain some college habits.