What Made you Smile/What Ticked you off Today?

[fastbilly1]

I can understand this. My grandmother owns a large piece of property with a mansion on it full of interesting artwork, but the mansion is crumbling and poorly built, much of the artwork is damaged, and there has been no estimate to the value of any of it. My mother wants to keep the land and house for nostalgic reasons once my grandmother dies. One of my brothers wants to keep it because he is interested in what he can do with the land. I see it as a massive expense not worth the upkeep and want to sell it.

And why havent we gone to your grandmothers zombie magnet?

[Ack]

It's in Tuscaloosa, there's not enough in the way of sleeping space for everyone, and I find the place dusty and forlorn.

[Stark]

It's in Tuscaloosa, there's not enough in the way of sleeping space for everyone, and I find the place dusty and forlorn.

Sounds like the perfect place for a "found footage" film. Make it happen.

[fastbilly1]

It's in Tuscaloosa, there's not enough in the way of sleeping space for everyone, and I find the place dusty and forlorn.

Sounds like the perfect place for a "found footage" film. Make it happen.

Similar to what I was thinking. But yeah. And you forget how most of us use to do conventions. After you fit 10 people into one hotel room, room tetris is not that hard.

So:
Ticked - Ack has access to a creepy mansion and didnt tell anybody
Smile - I am going to backstab him so bad next time we play Killing Floor.

[Ack]

Do you really want to meet my crazy alcoholic grandmother? Admittedly she no longer has the hordes of dogs wandering the property, but much of my grandfather's artwork and sculpture is still around. Twisted humanoid forms, grotesquely over-sexualized imagery, rotted and decayed from years of mismanagement and age. Add in some at times bizarre reverence to the Old South and southern gentry, the mold, dirt, and dust, the rusting metawork and crumbling foundations, etc.

...admittedly I'm realizing why I feel so at home in survival horror games.

[REPO Man]

Didn't go to sleep last night until some time around 4-5:30am, and got woken up by Mom, who needed me to go buy her some cigarettes before she went to work.

Of the $200 I had to give her, she told me to buy three packs of cigs with $20 of it, and told me to keep the change, which I later used to buy a Day Pass for the Lynx Bus.

Went to Wal-Mart today. Picked up a bike lock, some more cups (we keep running out of clean cups for some reason), some printed duct tape (polkadots) so I can try to get into making cool shit with duct tape, and a few other odds and ends. Then I took the bus down to around the other end of the 55 Link (on 192, aka Bronson Memorial Hwy). I was on my bike when I wasn't on a bus, and once I got off went a ways down the road (saw the Ramada we all stayed at when we came here on vacation 9 years this August), stopped at Golden Corral to get an application, turned around, debated whether or not to get the DreamGear 50-in-1 Plug and Play device (didn't until I did some research and decided it wasn't worth it), stopped at Publix and bought Grandma's copy of the Orlando Sentinel, went over to Target and just browsed for a long while, rode my bike to New Beginnings and debated whether or not to buy a new TV for my mom's room so I can get my TV back (decided to wait), and then came back. Now, I'm in the Media Room at the Clubhouse at Vista Del Lago (I live down the Blvd of the same name) using their WiFi.

Between giving mom $200 towards bills and rent, and then spending $40 at Walmart, and then returning those Redbox DVDs late back last week when I didn't have the money, I now have less than $40 left.

Thinking about selling my practically-like-new copy of Metroid Prime Trilogy for Wii, since I can get at most $60-70.

[Hobie-wan]

Do you really want to meet my crazy alcoholic grandmother? Admittedly she no longer has the hordes of dogs wandering the property, but much of my grandfather's artwork and sculpture is still around. Twisted humanoid forms, grotesquely over-sexualized imagery, rotted and decayed from years of mismanagement and age. Add in some at times bizarre reverence to the Old South and southern gentry, the mold, dirt, and dust, the rusting metawork and crumbling foundations, etc.

You're not doing a very good job at making it sound like an uninteresting visit sir.

[flex wood]

Do you really want to meet my crazy alcoholic grandmother? Admittedly she no longer has the hordes of dogs wandering the property, but much of my grandfather's artwork and sculpture is still around. Twisted humanoid forms, grotesquely over-sexualized imagery, rotted and decayed from years of mismanagement and age. Add in some at times bizarre reverence to the Old South and southern gentry, the mold, dirt, and dust, the rusting metawork and crumbling foundations, etc.

...admittedly I'm realizing why I feel so at home in survival horror games.

You should turn it in to a bed and breakfast.

[Ack]

Should I bring up the dog graveyard?

[Jmustang1968]

Turn into a haunted bed and breakfast.

Call it The Dead and Breakfast