Gaea

Dittowned

Dittowned

Dittowned

"Only that he's some kind of sound-based villian. Is there anything else you can tell me?" I think I'm going to be sick.

"Only that he's some kind of sound-based villian. Is there anything else you can tell me?" I think I'm going to be sick.

"Only that he's some kind of sound-based villian. Is there anything else you can tell me?" I think I'm going to be sick.

The Mondsee's finally make their entrance. Fashionably late was always his mother's imperative at these kinds of events. She and Golo made quite the matched set. Turning heads wherever she goes. Sometimes it's tremendously embarrassing. And Seth learned a long time ago not to bring teenaged boys around the house. His mothers gift for flirting was legendary. But she would never cheat on Dad. People just didn't get it. It causes awkwardness. And he behind them: He had changed tuxes at the last minute. His mother had insisted he take off that ratty thing hanging in his closet, and had taken him into one of the Fashion offices where she did print work, and demanded a Couture Tux for him. His mother was rapidly rising up the ranks of the Model world, and would soon be a super-model. So she got what she wanted...and he did have to admit he looked good. They walked in, Golo removing his top hat, and looking around for friendly faces. He spotted the Howells, and pointed them out to Seth. First, though, they had business to take care of. His mother, god bless her, walked right up to Dr. Grant, sauntering like it was some kind of runway. Removing her white gloves one armfull at a time. She reached into her clutch, and pulled out a check. Kissing Dr. Grant on each check "Hello, Sorry we were late. I just wanted to make sure you got your donation here at the beginning of the night." She unfolds the check, and drops it in the box with a flourish. "It's for such a good cause. And we enjoy these events of yours so much." With that bit of social grandstanding completed, The Mondsee's make their way on over towards the Howell's. And Seth is stuck standing alone. Waiting for Megan to finish her conversation. At least he looks good in his Tux.

The Mondsee's finally make their entrance. Fashionably late was always his mother's imperative at these kinds of events. She and Golo made quite the matched set. Turning heads wherever she goes. Sometimes it's tremendously embarrassing. And Seth learned a long time ago not to bring teenaged boys around the house. His mothers gift for flirting was legendary. But she would never cheat on Dad. People just didn't get it. It causes awkwardness. And he behind them: He had changed tuxes at the last minute. His mother had insisted he take off that ratty thing hanging in his closet, and had taken him into one of the Fashion offices where she did print work, and demanded a Couture Tux for him. His mother was rapidly rising up the ranks of the Model world, and would soon be a super-model. So she got what she wanted...and he did have to admit he looked good. They walked in, Golo removing his top hat, and looking around for friendly faces. He spotted the Howells, and pointed them out to Seth. First, though, they had business to take care of. His mother, god bless her, walked right up to Dr. Grant, sauntering like it was some kind of runway. Removing her white gloves one armfull at a time. She reached into her clutch, and pulled out a check. Kissing Dr. Grant on each check "Hello, Sorry we were late. I just wanted to make sure you got your donation here at the beginning of the night." She unfolds the check, and drops it in the box with a flourish. "It's for such a good cause. And we enjoy these events of yours so much." With that bit of social grandstanding completed, The Mondsee's make their way on over towards the Howell's. And Seth is stuck standing alone. Waiting for Megan to finish her conversation. At least he looks good in his Tux.

The Mondsee's finally make their entrance. Fashionably late was always his mother's imperative at these kinds of events. She and Golo made quite the matched set. Turning heads wherever she goes. Sometimes it's tremendously embarrassing. And Seth learned a long time ago not to bring teenaged boys around the house. His mothers gift for flirting was legendary. But she would never cheat on Dad. People just didn't get it. It causes awkwardness. And he behind them: He had changed tuxes at the last minute. His mother had insisted he take off that ratty thing hanging in his closet, and had taken him into one of the Fashion offices where she did print work, and demanded a Couture Tux for him. His mother was rapidly rising up the ranks of the Model world, and would soon be a super-model. So she got what she wanted...and he did have to admit he looked good. They walked in, Golo removing his top hat, and looking around for friendly faces. He spotted the Howells, and pointed them out to Seth. First, though, they had business to take care of. His mother, god bless her, walked right up to Dr. Grant, sauntering like it was some kind of runway. Removing her white gloves one armfull at a time. She reached into her clutch, and pulled out a check. Kissing Dr. Grant on each check "Hello, Sorry we were late. I just wanted to make sure you got your donation here at the beginning of the night." She unfolds the check, and drops it in the box with a flourish. "It's for such a good cause. And we enjoy these events of yours so much." With that bit of social grandstanding completed, The Mondsee's make their way on over towards the Howell's. And Seth is stuck standing alone. Waiting for Megan to finish her conversation. At least he looks good in his Tux.

I love it. In some ways it's the forgotten about Pixar movie....but i think it's their best one.

I love it. In some ways it's the forgotten about Pixar movie....but i think it's their best one.

I love it. In some ways it's the forgotten about Pixar movie....but i think it's their best one.

"You're damn right there is more to this than just being transported to a new world. You're friend just turned Invisible. INVISIBLE" Seriously. Astro labs. It needs to happen like now. Before any more surprises come our way. "Allright Sean. We need to go to Astro Labs. Like now."

"You're damn right there is more to this than just being transported to a new world. You're friend just turned Invisible. INVISIBLE" Seriously. Astro labs. It needs to happen like now. Before any more surprises come our way. "Allright Sean. We need to go to Astro Labs. Like now."

"You're damn right there is more to this than just being transported to a new world. You're friend just turned Invisible. INVISIBLE" Seriously. Astro labs. It needs to happen like now. Before any more surprises come our way. "Allright Sean. We need to go to Astro Labs. Like now."

Seth woke up in bed, which was weird. Because he didn't remember going to bed. He thought he had been fighting some daedulus looking guy and a robot...with Megan. Maybe he was just dreaming. There was a sharp pain in his temple, and he wanted to savor the last moment before he opened his eyes and the headaches started. And then he was sure he was hearing Sly and the family Stones. Which was fine. I, mean, Seth loves Sly. And Family Affair is a classic. But he wasn't at 70's rock in his rotation right now. He was in the Keytar period of the 80's. He slowly opened his eyes....he was surrounded by dozens and dozens of mattresses. Among other things. There was a man with a leisure suit and a port-stache starring at him. He had a nametag on. It said "Butch". "Do you like the bed sir? We don't normally let people lay on them, until after their parents buy them." Sorry! Seth said, perhaps a little too loudly. And he awkwardly tried to get off the bed. Only it was much softer than he was used to, and he kept rolling back towards the center over and over again. It took him 7 tries to get off of the bed completely. And he could feel the blood draining from his face. It gave him a chance to look around. and see that he was being starred out by dozen's of pairs of eyes. In some of the ugliet pieces of fashion he had ever committed to visual memory. "I gotta go." He stammered. He left through the front door. The sign above it said "Becky's Mattress House." And that's when he saw how different the skyline looked. "Holy F*&#" A mother walking with her child bent to cover her little girls ears. Her look could have frosted glass.

Seth woke up in bed, which was weird. Because he didn't remember going to bed. He thought he had been fighting some daedulus looking guy and a robot...with Megan. Maybe he was just dreaming. There was a sharp pain in his temple, and he wanted to savor the last moment before he opened his eyes and the headaches started. And then he was sure he was hearing Sly and the family Stones. Which was fine. I, mean, Seth loves Sly. And Family Affair is a classic. But he wasn't at 70's rock in his rotation right now. He was in the Keytar period of the 80's. He slowly opened his eyes....he was surrounded by dozens and dozens of mattresses. Among other things. There was a man with a leisure suit and a port-stache starring at him. He had a nametag on. It said "Butch". "Do you like the bed sir? We don't normally let people lay on them, until after their parents buy them." Sorry! Seth said, perhaps a little too loudly. And he awkwardly tried to get off the bed. Only it was much softer than he was used to, and he kept rolling back towards the center over and over again. It took him 7 tries to get off of the bed completely. And he could feel the blood draining from his face. It gave him a chance to look around. and see that he was being starred out by dozen's of pairs of eyes. In some of the ugliet pieces of fashion he had ever committed to visual memory. "I gotta go." He stammered. He left through the front door. The sign above it said "Becky's Mattress House." And that's when he saw how different the skyline looked. "Holy F*" A mother walking with her child bent to cover her little girls ears. Her look could have frosted glass.

Seth woke up in bed, which was weird. Because he didn't remember going to bed. He thought he had been fighting some daedulus looking guy and a robot...with Megan. Maybe he was just dreaming. There was a sharp pain in his temple, and he wanted to savor the last moment before he opened his eyes and the headaches started. And then he was sure he was hearing Sly and the family Stones. Which was fine. I, mean, Seth loves Sly. And Family Affair is a classic. But he wasn't at 70's rock in his rotation right now. He was in the Keytar period of the 80's. He slowly opened his eyes....he was surrounded by dozens and dozens of mattresses. Among other things. There was a man with a leisure suit and a port-stache starring at him. He had a nametag on. It said "Butch". "Do you like the bed sir? We don't normally let people lay on them, until after their parents buy them." Sorry! Seth said, perhaps a little too loudly. And he awkwardly tried to get off the bed. Only it was much softer than he was used to, and he kept rolling back towards the center over and over again. It took him 7 tries to get off of the bed completely. And he could feel the blood draining from his face. It gave him a chance to look around. and see that he was being starred out by dozen's of pairs of eyes. In some of the ugliet pieces of fashion he had ever committed to visual memory. "I gotta go." He stammered. He left through the front door. The sign above it said "Becky's Mattress House." And that's when he saw how different the skyline looked. "Holy F*" A mother walking with her child bent to cover her little girls ears. Her look could have frosted glass.

I'm a southern boy, you call me yankee again, I may have to slay you. For serious. .... ...... ..... Welcome aboard.

I'm a southern boy, you call me yankee again, I may have to slay you. For serious. .... ...... ..... Welcome aboard.

I'm a southern boy, you call me yankee again, I may have to slay you. For serious. .... ...... ..... Welcome aboard.

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i suppose this will do. (grumble)