kierthos: (Default)
So, just in a throw-away remark about how a particular free e-mail service happens to be super slow, I made the standard "powered by hamsters" comment.

To which my brain then took the very odd thought-route of "No, not hamsters running on wheels. The hamster combustion engine. How many BTUs are in a hamster, anyway?"

And now I'm picturing hamsters piled like coal, being shoveled into a coal-box.

Dear brain: WTF?

(Please note, I would never do such a thing. It's a terrible waste of tender hamster meat.)

(Please note, that's also a joke.)
kierthos: (Default)
So, I'm in a little pen-and-paper Gamma World game that a friend is running. It's largely an excuse for bad puns and hanging out. My character is an alien (who looks mostly human, especially if viewed as a 1950's sci-fi 'alien', i.e. a human in a silver jumpsuit) who can control gravity (somewhat).

So, I comment during the game that I know what the next weapon my character builds will be. A 'Collapsed Lung Generator'. It was remarked as being an oddly specific weapon. (My current long-range weapon is a 'Long-range Mutilator Array' which I've tried to con the GM into allowing that it completely inverts livestock if I roll a critical hit.)

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