LJ entry promotes a secret service bust –

http://www.livejournal.com/users/anniesj/331112.html

A scarecrow in a graveyard. Headstones mixed with pumpkins. Would a scarecrow fend off a turkey vulture? I suspect a carrion-feeder would be drawn to a stationary body.

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Cliff Steele lost Kay Challis, and that’s a crime. They should be somewhere on DTW, discovering new things about each other and the world every day.

“I prefer New Guinea, it looks like a turtle.”

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I wonder if in this age of the blue-screens, DVD and cable, if anyone will know what television static is, 20 years from now. No white noise, no ocean metaphors. Is radio static next to go?

People still know 10-codes form CB radio. and make little “Brsshkt” noises when talking on play radios. Will little kids in the future make that chirpy-metro phone radio noise instead, like a star trek communicator?

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City of Heroes will be Halloweenificated this weekend. all mission doors will be unlocked, and they’ll be handing out tricks (Halloweeny monsters to fight) or treats (inspirations, random temporary powers, and the like)

I’m looking forward to fighting punkinheads. Sorry, GP.

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I find myself wondering if my blood is really red inside my veins. Lately I’ve been picturing it as a sort of an electric blue, rather than the bright fire-engine of the stuff with oxygen, or the darker crimson of the fluid that needs replenishing. When I look at the blue veins pulsing on my wrists, it’s hard not to think of how life pushes itself around from place to place. The circulatory system is pretty amazing. I’m glad that I have one, and that it works. Something in my mind draws a picture of all of my blood gathering up, and pulsing behind my eyes, making them as blue as they are.

I think about fight or flight, and being able to squirt blood from my eyes as a defense mechanism, like a horned lizard.

That’d cause someone to think twice, eh? Glowing, electric blue blood fired from my tear ducts… maybe high pressure would treat it like a super soaker… get maybe 5-10 yards out of it?

Great…next time someone bugs me, I just know that I’ll imagine coating them with seawater-warm eye-blasts. Blinding bright at first, but fading fast to dark blueberry stains as they dry.

That should scare anyone off, stun them enough for me to get away… or to commit blunt skull trauma with whatever weapon of opportunity avails itself.

I guess that means that Newt has amber eye-blood-beams.

Sakes, that’d make for a messy house when squirrels or raccoons are around.

Newtie-battle turns to chin-love.