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[Mar. 20th, 2009|05:23 am] |
I got called a "mutie" today! I'm sure the novelty will wear off eventually, but it was kind of neat. It was my first time. Never been called an ethnic slur before. Well, Red Star used to call me a capitalist pigdog, but I don't think that counts.
Just riding on the subway, minding my business. There was this bored little kid with his mom, so I started making faces at him. Then I turned into a dog and told him the talking dog joke, y'know. "DiMaggio?"
Long story short, this guy comes over all angry and tries to grab me. I turn back, go "You're not my type," and then he starts with the trash. "Mutie this, mutie that, you're takin' our jobs," you know how they do. Pisses off a few pink-skinned all Americans nearby, too.
"Hey, don't be an asshole."
"He wasn't doin' nothin'."
"Watch your fucking language in front of the fucking kid!"
Long story short, I love this city. Crazy speciesists aside. (Specists?) |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|03:59 pm] |
Bein' mugged. Humorous.
Bein' hit over de head hard enough to pass out et leave an egg? Not so fun.
Dis here damp cement cell? Just as pleasant.
When I can get up dey'll eat some teeth. |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|04:34 pm] |
There's a couple missing mutant teenagers from the same neighborhood. Both sets of parents are insisting they're not runaways. Gonna go check it out. |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|07:07 pm] |
Dan - Don't suppose you're in the mood to suit up and go do something stupid? |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
Hey Doug, can you look something up for me?
I got a really nasty handout from someone who looked like a cross between a used car salesman and a Mormon. Some group that demands the destruction of 'unnatural creatures'.
And that pamphlet was accompanied by an interrogation over why I would want to look like 'that trash'.
Should I have kicked his teeth in? I'm beginning to think I should have. Who the hell are the Purifiers? |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|10:27 pm] |
( Malakai ) |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|11:01 pm] |
Uhh...anyone wanna tell me why Mia's office is open, Isabel's snoring and happily chasing dream rabbits and there's a cup of cold tea on her desk but she's not around?
Seriously, how long does it take to get info on some missing teenagers?
Hey UncleJamie? Her phone's not working. You got any idea where she is? |
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