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I sighed at my laptop while I waited for my next class to begin. It was pretty clear that we weren't going to get much new stuff from The Daily Buzz this weekend. I'd noticed that once in a while in the back posts, they'd drop off the face of the earth and then turn up again, bitching about needing a paint job for their rides. Naturally, we'd hack the blog during one of those off-on-a-mission dead zones. For secret government agent types, they were really boring like that. They could at least tell some thrilling tales of WHY their cars needed new paint jobs.

So, like last night, I had to go to back posts for my entertainment. I'd been checking out some of the early ones, but those seemed to involve them all getting the hang of this blogging thing. Finally, when my Lit teacher got around to her daily lecture on why Milton's so under-appreciated by the ignorant masses, I found something a little more normal than usual.


ALL FIRED UP

All right, so I admit I don't get out much. Keeping the boy safe is a full-time job even when he's at home. I've been checking the crime rates in this state and have practically been sleeping with one eye open since. Well, not like I sleep much anyway. But I have to be on guard all the time, just in case.

So, the other night, the boy decided we needed some good old-fashioned R&R. He convinced BeeFF to go to a drive-in movie. I was worried about this--there are countless police reports of vandalism, public inebriation and grand theft auto at such places--but they convinced me it would be fun and all I had to do was sit back and enjoy the show.

BOY, was I thrilled! We saw The Fast and the Furious and I haven't been that jazzed since...well, let's just say I felt like a sugar-addict in a candy store. I can't wait to try out some of the slick moves I saw on-screen on the open road. If you haven't seen it, bug Survivor into hosting a movie night! It's fun for the whole family!

Comments:

Spitfire: All right, first of all? We need to get you a social life. Maybe even a girlfriend.

Survivor: She's right. At least something to do other than look under tables for potential enemies. And second to her first, it's rated PG-13 for sex, violence and language. How is that "fun for the whole family?" Third, BeeFF, you're on probation for letting him get ideas.

BeeFF: Don't look at me! It was my man's idea! And I thought we had a mild-mannered guy on our hands compared to the rest of you. You're out trying to blow things up and he's playing faithful guard dog. It's time he had a little excitement.

Optimust: I concur with Spitfire. Camaro, we may be kidnapping you in the future to give you something called a vacation. We might even bring the boy along.

BikerChick: No, he does not need a girlfriend! Long-distance is good for relationships, including friendships.

BeeFF: I'm hoping so, since my man's talking Penn State for college.

S&M: Oooo! BikerChick, if ya lookin' fo' a 'ship, weez got dubba-hubba fo' ya!

BikerChick: Excuse me while I go slaughter some obnoxious twins.

NotTheToothFairy: Booyah! Two words, Camaro: ROAD TRIP! Me, you and some stuff I saw on Youtube!

NurseRatched: If you put a single ding, scratch or rock chip in the exteriors doing something you saw in The Fast and The Furious, I will deny you anesthetic the next time around.

Camaro76: Ooh, I'm shaking. Where, NtTF? Mojave Desert, maybe? Or maybe a real challenge, hit Alaska and see how we fare in an ice storm?

ConSlayer: If you're heading north, count me out. The salt they put on roads is murder on a finish.

NotTheToothFairy: Bring it on, punk. I'm man enough.

ConSlayer: Stupid enough.

NurseRatched: Does anyone even bother listening to me?

BeeFF: I do. Pity you're not my type.

NurseRatched: You know I'd work on you if the need ever arose.

BeeFF: Thanks, Ratchet, but until things get really desperate, I think I'll stick with a doctor who didn't need a handbook to understand all my moving parts.

Camaro76: What? How'd we get on this subject?

Optimust: You and NtTF were trying to out-man each other. Survivor, should we schedule a team meeting on safety-appropriate forms of recreation?

Survivor: Definitely. It'll kill their drive to act out.

NotTheToothFairy: That's what you think.

BeeFF: I'd have to agree with NtTF here. You've obviously never been a teenage boy.

Camaro76: TEENAGE? WHO'RE YOU CALLING TEENAGE? If I didn't like you so much, I'd be really offended!

Optimust: Her point exactly.


The server on campus wouldn't let us go to Youtube or our other favorites, so I had to buzz Binder. He was supposed to be in his Bio 100 class, which meant he was probably playing Halo or trying to flirt with Lian.

Sharsky: WAKE UP! I need a vidcheck!
Fassbinder: Dude, I was in the zone!
Sharsky: Bio zone?
Fassbinder: Don't kid yourself. It's a Friday. What's up?
Sharsky: Do a search for the unexplained in Death Valley or the tundra. Secret military bases blown up or whatever.
Fassbinder: Tundra? You kidding? No one's THAT sick.
Sharsky: Check out a post called "All Fired Up." Apparently, someone is.
Fassbinder: NtTF. Not a shock.
Sharsky: I know, right?
Fassbinder: And is BikerChick Camaro's girlfriend? Maybe he's not a pedophile.
Sharsky: Dude, he's THAT obsessed with a teenager. Of course he's a pedophile! His GF probably thinks it's sexy.
Fassbinder: Sicko.
Sharsky: Definitely.
Fassbinder: Wonder if she has a sister. Oh wait, she said she does in that first fangirl post. w00t!