[8:06
AM] Mr. Silver:
Morn-zzzz-ing
[8:06
AM] Mr. Blue:
Morning
[8:07
AM] Mr. Silver:
I'm
just a little tired after the police standoff at my house last night...
From
my front door...20' to the swat team behind the armored car...20'
from there to the baddies...
[8:09
AM] Mr. Blue:
Ahh!
Was
the house empty?
[8:09
AM] Mr. Silver:
No
More
than one apartment in it.
I
have to assume people vacated.
[8:10
AM] Mr. Blue:
So
burglars showed up and told everyone to leave while they burgled the
place?
[8:11
AM] Mr. Silver:
Well
no...I assume the police outside telling people to come out made them
come out.
Except
the burglars, of course.
[8:11
AM] Mr. Blue:
Oh
okay
[8:11
AM] Mr. Silver:
Gunfire.
Bangs...assume flashbangs.
[8:16
AM] Mr. Blue:
Right
across from you?
[8:17
AM] Mr. Silver:
Yup
[8:28
AM] Mr. Blue:
Probably
drug related
Nettle's
burglars were just druggies not thinking straight and looking for
electronics they could fence
Not
to be one of *those* people, but I always recommend having a gun for
home protection
Carrying
it around with you like you're living in the Wild West is pointless,
but for the house... yes.
[8:45
AM] Mr. Silver:
Silver
Jr. carried my broadsword for hours
"Look...they
aren't busting out of there...coming
through all that...and
coming up on our porch...and somehow busting in here.
Hand it over."
OK...so
here's the bit that doesn't get released to the wild for a few years
or til October pre-Halloween or something:
Mrs.
Silver was not in the mood for a movie last night, and it was about
7PM so it was far too early for bed or anything, and she insisted on
us reading Tarot cards.
I
learned to use them WAY back and have taught a lot of people.
General
opinion is I'm good to excellent with them.
Mix
of intuition and just being smart with inquiries, I suppose.
Actually,
by the end of my "career", I'd refuse to let people tell me
what their question was because I believed I was capable of just
answering their question if they told me what they wanted.
Anyway
I
don't like doing Tarot very much anymore.
Not
that I can't, it's just I never have any questions.
But
she insisted and after an argument about the first set she laid out,
I left.
...This
is a common thing during Tarot sessions...
She
kept doing readings though, but instead of trusting her (very good)
instincts, she keeps calling me in to check for validation
"Silver?
Come look at this!"
(sigh)
"What?"
"What
do you think of this?"
"What
did you ask?"
[9:09
AM] Mr. Blue:
"This
card shows a picture of me flying an old-timey bi-plane into
powerlines. Is that good or bad?"
[9:10
AM] Mr. Silver:
Hehehe
"I
was asking about us moving, getting out of this house. And I
got The Tower as an obstacle. That's bad right? What does
it say to you?"
"Some
calamity. Maybe not to our house. Like...outside."
"Like
what?"
"I
dunno. Like maybe the police showing up to take out the crap
neighbors in one of the apartments in some standoff or something."
[9:13
AM] Mr. Blue:
LOL
[9:13
AM] Mr. Silver:
"Seriously?
We gotta get out of this place."
"Well...the
future
is OK. It works out to our satisfaction, and the ultimate end
is a victory for us. Up here, see?"
"Oh...OK."
[9:13
AM] Mr. Blue:
Are
you looking to move?
[9:15
AM] Mr. Silver:
Mrs.
Silver's wanted out of that house for years.
Anyway,
she was blown away this morning.
"You
were TOTALLY ON last night!"
[9:19
AM] Ms. Rose:
Mornings.
*summons Gremblance in advance*
*reads
catchup* Ohhhhh, so THAT'S why I heard all the sirens and stuff.
(If
I didn't throw like a girl, I could throw a rock from Mr. Oleo's
house and hit Mr. Silver's house.)
[9:24
AM] Mr. Silver:
Anyway,
we were up basically all night with lots of "This is the
police! We know you are in there and we are not going to go
away. You need to come out the front door with your hands up
NOW."
(they
didn't)
[9:24
AM] Ms. Rose:
"This
is the police. And even though it's my first day on the job and my
cousin's brother's uncle's dog's granpa got me this job, we mean
BUSINESS!"
"Look.
All 4 of the town's working cop cars are here. If you could please
come out soon, we can go back to patrolling the Dunkin Donuts before
someone really gets hurt."
[9:28
AM] Mr. Silver:
Oh,
we had the whole department, I'm sure. Then the armored car
with the pop turret full of SWAT showed up later.
(Mrs.
Silver) "What's
that coming out of the top!?!"
"(half
asleep) Water cannon...mini gun...too dark."
"What's
a minigun!?!?"
[9:29
AM] Ms. Rose:
“A
lady in a swimsuit! Like popping out of a big cake!”
[9:29
AM] Mr. Silver:
"A
minigun? Bad news. You might be able to take out a light tank
with one."
[9:34
AM] Ms. Rose:
I
swear to jeebus, I must have known about this in my subconscious or
something. I dreamt allllll night long about a huge argument between
me and Mr. Oleo and why we shouldn't have a gun in the house, and
then the argument escalating to his parents (who are armed to the
teeth) and them telling me I'm not good enough for their son because
I've never shot a gun. (We do have one gun in the house. It's a
double shotgun thingy, buried in his closet. It's not loaded, and
would take several minutes to find and put the shells in. Which was
the beginning of my argument. "Home protection my ass, if it
takes 10 minutes to dig out and load”.
Mr.
Oleo's parents, on the other hand, have a loaded handgun in every
drawer, some in the glove box of each car, and a
"you-can't-get-closer-to-illegal-fully-automatic" assault
rifles in their huge "gun safe."
When
they bought the gun safe, I was like... "Isn't that an
oxymoron?"
I
have never, ever lived in a house with a gun. So I think - every now
and then - that unloaded crappy shotgun in the bottom of Mr. Oleo's
closet starts to creep in to my tiny woman brain.
[9:40
AM] Mr. Silver:
The
trick of Tarot that the instruction books don't tell you is that the
books are to make money. It's better to not read or memorize
anything.
(IMO)
I
was terrible at it until I abandoned the books.
You
just do it.
[9:42
AM] Ms. Rose:
I
only had 1 book. The Rider Waite one.
[9:42
AM] Mr. Silver:
I
can read the backs...I don't even need the pictures.
I
use that as a training technique for people who focus on the pictures
too much
Mrs.
Silver has a problem with prophesy
Not
that she's bad at actual prophesy, but that's not the exercise/method
used or desired for Tarot.
She'll
lay them all out and then start with "I
feel that-"
"NO!"
"What?"
"Look...this
is the Past. What jumps into your head about the person's
past? If you want to just reach into the universe and soothsay,
you don't need to use cards. It's not "feel", it's
snap impression."
[9:56
AM] Ms. Rose:
Yinz
remember that little card test they showed in the first Ghostbusters?
That's why I started to get into Tarot. My BFF in high school and I
got to the point where she could guess every card I was holding. (We
made our own set, with construction paper and markers.) But with
Tarot and dumb college girls, you can just pretend like you know what
you're doing and reveal all the secrets of their shallow lives. Never
got paid for it (except in alcohol.)
I
"foretold" their futures, just by looking around the room,
honestly.
"This
card shows...wait, I'm getting something...yes...this card shows you
will be changing your appearance soon...perhaps your hair color?"
(Sees box of Clairol hair dye on the dresser.)
If
I really got into it, I would make a great palm reader/psychic.
I
mean, I already can't sleep at night, so what's the harm in screwing
with other peoples' lives for profit?
[12:16
PM] Mr. Blue:
[12:21
PM] Mr. Silver:
"largely
fictional"
Doesn't
that mean it's not fictional?
[12:22
PM] Mr. Blue:
It
seems very real, just not widespread
Arguably,
perhaps the only reason it was tried was because of how widespread
the fiction was
[12:31
PM] Mr. Silver:
Like
chloroform. TV and movies you just clamp a rag on the face and they
struggle 5 seconds.
Takes
like 10 mins or more.
Someone
did a video to illustrate. Was pretty funny.
Guy
in all black holding the rag
They're
walking around the apartment...go to the kitchen for a snack.
Wife walks in while they are on the couch watching a movie.
Rag
still over the victim's face, waiting.
[12:32
PM] Mr. Blue:
I've
heard that it can also lead to brain or lung damage if using too
much, and a cloth or rag is not an ideal way to administer a specific
amount of a substance
Like
how everyone thought Drano killed you instantly, so those
hostage-takers tried it and were surprised when the people just
agonized for hours
[12:44
PM] Ms. Rose:
What
about ether? Uh...just academic interest.
[12:48
PM] Mr. Silver:
If
I was involved with a robbery with a psycho like that, I'd probably
have shot him in the head myself at the point of "make them
drink Draino"
It's
just a robbery.
Lock
em in the basement and leave.
[12:49
PM] Mr. Blue:
Yeah,
no reason to turn a 5-10 into a trip down Death Row
[12:54
PM] Mr. Silver:
"I'm
gonna MOON you, maaan!"
"...what?"
