336 Comments Posted by Dark-Star

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*winces*

*looks at First Place Co2-car derby trophy I worked so hard to get in middle school and imagines it in a similar state*

...funny how things fall into perspective when you're grown up, isn't it?
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That seems backwards. Shouldn't "out" be on the right? Wonder what the rationale was there?
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Would've loved some skylights at my school. Our cafeteria was in the basement and the lighting was cold white tube bulbs.
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mary, my thoughts exactly.

All the "welcome" and "goodbye" speeches from the principal...all the plays and recitals...all the PTA meetings...so much history.

I'm appreciating the magic of those times as my life "comes around for a second pass" and I shall soon be sending a little one off to sit in a seat like that one not too long after me and my fiance tie the knot. Gives you nostalgia something awful.
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Tootuncommon - mine had one almost that big. Freaking scary when you're chosen to be in the school play and you're still knee-high to a grasshopper.
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Reminds me of my old grade-school theater, except all the seating was portable.
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HUZZAH! New Gallery!

Reminds me a little bit of my old grade school.
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Leave the rest of the theater but for pity's sake preserve that machinery. What a waste.
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Wow. "Empty shell" doesn't do it justice.
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Bobo, nice poem!
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Feather - in the US, straightjackets are in the same category as mental hospitals; forced out of use from "Geraldo Riveria syndrome" and just about impossible to get approved for anyone but a complete nutcase.
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Looks like a Christmas or other holiday ornament bulb package. Wonder where the contents went?
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Only you can make a DOORWAY look creepy!
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Now that's just (censored) disturbing. It really truly looks like he got slipped some of the pills they were giving to grownups.
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I'd LOVE to hang that over my girlfriend's bed (she HATES clowns) and wake up to "Mr. Spooky"...but the laugh value would not be worth the resulting butt-kicking. Oh well!