Friday, January 7, 2011

My new blog thing:

Going to try this out, see how it goes. New!!! HERE!!! For 2011!!!! Friday Fun Day!!!! Which means..... I ask a question, you answer it. And this will entertain me. Friday Fun Day #1 Question: What do you think I look like? And for those of you who already know......do I look like what you thought I would look like before you met me? Unfortunately, this leaves Shannon and TheMarty out of the game for this week, because I'm sure they never mulled over what I looked like before they met me.......Maybe they could write what do they wish I look like? HA hahahaaaaa... Have at it, mah frenz.....and make me proud.

16 comments:

fish said...

this

Von said...

LOL. I'll take it!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

that
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Jennifer said...

Well, this of course!

Von said...

and, didn't I look just like that?

Von said...

Thunda, close. I often do not wear shoes, and sometimes hang out with horses and black birds.....

Mendacious D said...

Yes. But with more smiling.

Fun fact: I finally met Von in person when she picked me up from the train station at some unholy hour of the morning. I had managed to get there before her owing to a flight leaving early (for O'Hare! I know, right?) but I knew it was her when she pulled up.

Mostly, though, it was the big sign with "MenD" on it that she'd made. Awesome? Awesome.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Plus, I recall from personal descriptions 1) awesome hair, 2) I will cut you, and of course 3) German. So Valkyrie!
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Comments need MOAR GEE-TAR!!!

Another Kiwi said...

There you are

Von said...

I see a recurring theme here!
LOVE all of these, but I have to say, my favorite so far is Lita Ford.
Love it!!
Back to guitar class today. Fingers kinda sore....

mikey said...

"Hit me."

Benny came down from the other end of the bar and poured another scotch. I grunted thanks and he nodded. An efficient transaction.

I was sitting at the short end of the bar, under the television. The bar was small and dark, with that musty old bar smell. Pool balls clicked insistently from the back.

The mid-afternoon crowd was thin, a couple discretely occupying one of the tables, two older guys on bar stools. I hunched over my drink, eyes wary under the brim of a felt fedora, obscured behind tinted shooting glasses.

I glanced up when the door opened, and she walked in. She was tall, dressed professionally in a grey skirt and jacket over a white silk blouse. She walked confidently, her posture elegant and head erect, despite the shiny black heels that were an inch or two higher than I would have expected. She had dark hair pulled back from her face, and big dark eyes. Eyes that were flashing with anger, the kind of hostility usually reserved for psychopaths and professional wrestlers.

She scanned the room in a quick glance and walked the length of the bar, ignoring the stares of the bartender and the patrons. She stopped abruptly when she reached my barstool, and stared furiously at me.

"You'd be Von, I suppose" I smirked.

"For now" was her cryptic response...

Von said...

LOVE IT Mikey!! :)

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I guess I will see when I meet you.

Von said...

Um...Z....um....last summer, WI, I know there was a LOT of beer....but

Another Kiwi said...

Classic, Mikey.
"An efficient transaction" is gooood