Legion World Forums LEGION COMPANION Spaceopoly Kill This Thread XIV

Sister Power plays the electric guitar.

Brother Power is a geek

Geeks shall inherit the earth

But after probate, they'll only get a fraction of it.

I want to be one of those long-lived eccentrics who leaves everything to her clowder of cats.

Except the paperweight collection. I promised my brother he could have those back.

I did not know that a group of cats was called a clowder.

Also, in all seriousness, my aunt left my brother all her rags. He has a landscaping business and she thought he could use them.

A group of kittens is called a kindle.

I managed to give away a box of free rags on Craigslist. The other box will have to go to the dump, I guess.

Someone messaged me on CL just to scold me for re-listing the offer too many times. I love the internet.

I don't think I've been involved in a flame war. Guess I got lucky where I joined. Here we would bring out our Spiffany quotes after a couple of posts.

To be honest, I didn't send any at them. I just sent a and moved on.

You could have replied "Come and get my rags and I'll take the ad down."

I don't own any firearms or attack dogs. If I did, I'd consider it.

I suppose you saying that you know me would not be much of a deterrent.

Sorry, but out here in the boonies, most remain sadly unaware of the grandeur that is legal practice and/or Boston.

(There's a legend that Portland, OR is not Boston, OR only because two Easterners flipped a coin and the Bostonian lost.)

Boston was originally called Tremont because it had 3 hills (tremont - three mounts). Two of the hills got leveled in order to provide landfill.

I visited a landfill once.

Boston, which was almost an island, is mostly landfill. So please visit

One of the big malls near my old home is built on reclaimed land.

My house is on a former landfill site. We've occasionally unearthed toys, marbles, spoons, an intact soda bottle, and those super-old iron nails with the square heads. I think I found the remains of someone's fraternity pin last week, too.

But it's mostly rocks, which I just save and use for decorating other parts of the yard.

At least you don't live on an old Indian burial ground.

I had a small collection of minerals from the mines in the Philippine Cordilleras.

When I was little, I saw what looked like a potato buried in the ground. I dug it up and found that it was a rock. I still have my potato rock

I'm glad you didn't bite it to find out if it was a potato.

I'm not that foolish. Plus, even at that age (I think around 8) I knew the different feel between a potato and a rock

Potato, Potahto

Oh I don't know. A cold, crisp morning as you evade the authorities through the fields of the 18th century. But what to do about hunger? The ground is hard and it's tough to dig out the potatoes, especially in the dim morning. Oh, this one's come out a bit easier. So hungry...crunch! Arrrgh! it's a rock!

"Why didn't the farmer's get rid of it!" you curse through the blood.

"Actually, it arrived after he did" said a time travelling Blok, picking up a bit of himself and reinserting it.