I am not Murdock. /sad sigh/. Nor am I his girlfriend or his sister or his niece or his cousin. Wow. Okay, keep in mind that I was seven and all of those things were the same to me - girlfriend, sister, niece...they all constisted of wearing his jacket, flying in his helicopter and watching cartoons with him.
Murdock, my first true love. I cried so hard when the eye doctor told me my vision would never be good enough to be a chopper pilot. Who crushes a seven year old's dreams like that? Bastard. I still have my Murdock hat though. It looks just like one he wore on the show, except my brother wrote a big red M across the front of it - you know, for Murdock. I also still have my camo hat with "The A-Team" typed across the front in the standard a-team font (they still fit too, if I squeeze, which I guess means my head hasn't really grown since I was like 7, which is weird.)
Also, I had a bomber jacket for the majority of my childhood. It was awesome and I cried when I had to give it up (seven years is a long reign, the best thing about not growing after the age of twelve). I outgrew the jacket but I never outgrew my first love.
In other news - Chuck Shurley + Dodger = happiness. I love him. /sigh/
Here's why Sims rules (though probably not the argument your student made or presented but...)
Last year, at convention, I had the following conversation with Jared: Me: So, Jared. J: Yes, Ma'am (why is that hot when he says that?) Me: My sister has these Sims. Sam Winchester Sim likes to go over to Sir Ian McKellan's house. Ian has a disco room. Sam turns on the disco ball and the jukebox and then gets in the cage and cage dances for Ian.
He stops writing on my autograph picture and looks up at me and gestures for me to continue, despite his handler tapping on my picture, trying to get him to finish signing it.
Me: Sometimes, when he gets there, Orlando Bloom is already in the cage. So Sam and Orlando have to slap each in a bitch fight over who gets to cage dance. Sir Ian likes to watch. Winner gets the cage. Loser gets naked in the hottub with Ian.
Then Jared grins, all big dimples and looks me straight in the eyes and says:
J: That's the awesome thing about Sims. You can have them do things, that I promise you, Sam will never, ever, ever do on the show.
Then he grins wider, finishs my autograph (completely unreadable as words, btw) hands it back and nods his head at me. As I'm walking away I hear him say "Ian McKellan? Really?" and his handler respond with "Jared, you have to work now."
Thus why, Sims are the awesome.
But I'm lazy and cheap, so I just live through my sister's colored pixelated wonderland.
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Murdock, my first true love. I cried so hard when the eye doctor told me my vision would never be good enough to be a chopper pilot. Who crushes a seven year old's dreams like that? Bastard. I still have my Murdock hat though. It looks just like one he wore on the show, except my brother wrote a big red M across the front of it - you know, for Murdock. I also still have my camo hat with "The A-Team" typed across the front in the standard a-team font (they still fit too, if I squeeze, which I guess means my head hasn't really grown since I was like 7, which is weird.)
Also, I had a bomber jacket for the majority of my childhood. It was awesome and I cried when I had to give it up (seven years is a long reign, the best thing about not growing after the age of twelve). I outgrew the jacket but I never outgrew my first love.
In other news - Chuck Shurley + Dodger = happiness. I love him. /sigh/
Here's why Sims rules (though probably not the argument your student made or presented but...)
Last year, at convention, I had the following conversation with Jared:
Me: So, Jared.
J: Yes, Ma'am (why is that hot when he says that?)
Me: My sister has these Sims. Sam Winchester Sim likes to go over to Sir Ian McKellan's house. Ian has a disco room. Sam turns on the disco ball and the jukebox and then gets in the cage and cage dances for Ian.
He stops writing on my autograph picture and looks up at me and gestures for me to continue, despite his handler tapping on my picture, trying to get him to finish signing it.
Me: Sometimes, when he gets there, Orlando Bloom is already in the cage. So Sam and Orlando have to slap each in a bitch fight over who gets to cage dance. Sir Ian likes to watch. Winner gets the cage. Loser gets naked in the hottub with Ian.
Then Jared grins, all big dimples and looks me straight in the eyes and says:
J: That's the awesome thing about Sims. You can have them do things, that I promise you, Sam will never, ever, ever do on the show.
Then he grins wider, finishs my autograph (completely unreadable as words, btw) hands it back and nods his head at me. As I'm walking away I hear him say "Ian McKellan? Really?" and his handler respond with "Jared, you have to work now."
Thus why, Sims are the awesome.
But I'm lazy and cheap, so I just live through my sister's colored pixelated wonderland.