PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Considering the huge popularity and great expense of professional pyrotechnic shows at arena-style concerts, you would think that my housemates would be more appreciative of my efforts to provide them with same for their "battle of the bands.

Even if someone's drum kit did get set slightly on fire and suffer somewhat-irreparable damage.

It was both righteous and awesome while it lasted!

(You would also think that these people would understand that when a Man of Science, particularly one who is actually bothering to wear welding goggles, tells them not to touch something, they would not touch it.)

(...I just felt something that can only have been the ghost of my Engineer smacking me upside the head.  I acknowledge the irony of me complaining about someone not respecting the order "don't touch that," but I maintain that I am a qualified person to touch that, whatever that may be, and someone who cannot even play bass without losing time just because there happens to be a bit too much magnesium in the flares going off next to him certainly is not qualified for same.)

Aha I have found a library that allows computer access without a library card

I have a request for you O Citizens and that is if anyone could help me practice my Spanish (I seem to have found myself staying in a mainly Hispanic neighborhood this week and most of what I know is non-conversational) I would barter for this service by providing such as brownies (special or original varieties as you desire) or some other food (I am good at soups particularly) or if you are into that sort of thing then my services as a pyrotechnics specialist (this would be my personal pick as we then both get the benefit of enjoying the results but it may not be to everyone's taste so I also offer the cooking). 

Additionally the above services are available for those who do not want to help me practice my Spanish but who may have something else to trade, particularly the pyro stuff because actually I do that sort of thing anyway and I hate to hide my light under a bushel.

Dean. Did you know that you had a twin running here with a blue mohawk?

...and did you know that I have a twin running around here that's a freaking Harry Potter character?

That's it. This place is ridiculous. I'm drinking.

Gentlemen.  And ladies (hello).  The police seem to have confiscated the parabolic mirror I was constructing in the side yard, the Anarchimobile has worn out its clutch and none of us have the ready cash to fix it, I have been forced to abandon my attempts at mixing napalm in the bathtub because someone has been sleeping in it for the past week (not continuously; if that were to happen it would be easily assumable that the person in question were dead, and their corpse could be removed and the bathtub freed up for further Experiments; rather, there has been a continuous but ever-changing presence therein for eight days straight, and attempts to dislodge the various residents simply result in someone else taking their place), I have made all the Modifications to my current flamethrower model that can be managed without access to said unmixable napalm for testing purposes, and Johnny Chaosseed seems to be stagnating in a state of semi-sentience.  In short, I have nothing to do.

Entertain me.

There's an awful lot of crime here.

Your Scout seems stressed.  I pity you all.  I have been in the company of a stressed-out Mickey in the past.

In your time of trouble I honor Blue Team bonds and place myself and resources entirely at your disposal.

I keep expecting some guy to float past on a giant arc.

Interesting weather we're having, non? You Americans never cease to amaze me, even after apparently being pulled out of the Game and dropped into the middle of another version of post-Apocalyptic Los Angeles.

I will admit that even I was a bit.. shocked.. my first day or so.


Hello, Pyros.

Hello, Michel.

I LOVE THE WEEKNEND.

AND LASO RUM. YAYYYY.

ATNON! ♥

Dumpster diving in a kilt is highly unrecommended

Why hello there beautiful shiny new Los Angeles how are you today

blasted computer. the inventions here baffle me.

This is positively absurd! I do not understand the state of this...nation. How can a body function without a leader that was born into the position? How can you trust someone who did not grow up in the heart of the lands, immersed in the proper documentation and surrounded by those who govern, to ensure a country's safety? I hear this is supposedly the grandest, most powerful nation on Earth. Oh, how much the New World has changed...in my time, it was only barely discovered - a vast, savage place filled with heathens who hoarded their undeserving riches.

And what is this House of Windsor? Who is this Queen Elizabeth II? Since when did a woman hold the right to rule England suo jure? This makes no sense. England - at least my England - would never expect a female to rule. More importantly, what happened to my Dynasty? Why isn't there a Tudor sitting upon the English throne?

i failed. i didn't produce a legitimate male heir.