Prompt fills, part 2!

alder_knight gave a totally kick-ass picture prompt.

( Picture and prompt fill below! 371 words. Also, I blame whatever fail you find below on the fact I was eating at a Mexican restaurant when I wrote this. )

I Am Amused.

nella
v. (vulgar) to buy someone.
"If you don't nella, man, I will."

Taken from the randomly generated Infinite Teen Slang Dictionary.
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In other news, things are beginning to come together, like Jell-o that's been in the frig for 45 minutes. I'm getting used to my longer hours at work (much though I'm still rather zombie-ish by the time I get home), I'm writing more, I'm plotting future reviews (mwhaha "1776" and 1966's Batman, you're SOOOOO in line!), I've recruited a friend who actually knows something about filming stuff (unlike me, who is really just flying by the seat of her pants), and my Halloween plans of Geekery, Trek, and AWESOMENESS are finally, maybe, totally going to work!

WHEE!!

Another reminder of an ill-spent youth that made me the woman I am today.

I signed onto AIM, and lo and behold on the AIM home page, and article about and a picture of Bronson Pinchot pops up. And holy shit, it was like the flood gates where fucking opened, the hounds of hell released. I just got to experience the real life version of that dramatic scene in the movies where the main character who's lost all their memories/can't remember their traumatic past has it all come back to them in a sudden rush of images and sensations.

I remembered--

Perfect Strangers.

Shit son. 1986-1993. That was the time I was a real wee bairn of a Nella, the tender ages of 1-8 years old. Those where the years I watched Inspector Gadget, Get Smart, Adam West's Batman, and William Shatner narrating "Rescue 911" (I FUCKING LOVED THAT SHOW WHEN I WAS 4 AND UP).

And then there was...Perfect Strangers. Man, I can't even. You've just got to watch the clip. Watch it, and Know Me Better, Man.

My God. How had I banished this to the farthest corner of my mind? HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN BALKIE????


AND ON THAT NOTE, I LEAVE YOU WITH THE DANCE OF JOY.