...you speak [language]?" in several languages. I suspect my young beggar picked the country of Sweden at random, thinking, "Who the hell speaks Swedish?" He could as easily have picked Latvian or Estonian. What were the odds he'd meet one of the few Swedish speaking (well, roughly) people on the Metro? Damn near zero, I'd think. Additionally, the old "I have lost my wallet, can I have some money?"...
...-of-town guests. ME: Ummmm... Actually, I think you may have a wrong number. CALLER: [Reads off my number]? ME: Yeah, that's my number. CALLER: Devon [name redacted, but not mine]? ME: No, Eben Brooks. CALLER: Oh! I'm sorry. ME: No problem. Bye. I hung up, still bewildered. What are the odds that someone with a name similar to mine (phonemically, anyway) would have a number similar to mine?
Another busy day of shopping (without and then with Markus), cooking, finishing bookshelves and baking carrot cake. My parents and sister arrive tomorrow, flights and weather permitting. Today has reminded me of two importantlife lessons, which I really should learn... 1. Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good (as seen on Gretchen Rubin's Happiness Blog ) The bottom 2 shelves of the ...
..., the lucky few left intact at the fall of their worlds) and those whom only the shell and the soul remain – the Nobodies . The most wretched of survivors, robbed of their hearts, the odds of their ever being whole again are nigh impossible. This story begins in the middle Twilight Town, one of the last havens, the only untouched place. The destruction of worlds has funneled all ...
...at the same factory and sent out into the world to seduce and marry well. Oh that explains everything. The wife was a tall pretty blonde, naturally she had to die horribly by being exploded. *facepalm* What are the odds that she was also evil in some way? Seriously, I will bet a fic of some kind to whoever calls it. OH GOD. Nathaniel said, "I'm sorry." "Why are you sorry?" [Bennington] asked,...
...a secret from the news is going to be a bit hard, but with the help of their friends, they are ready. View Affirmation here: Epilogue, but with all parts linked View Against All Odds here: Epilogue, but with all parts linked View Truly, Madly, Deeply here: Epilogue, but with all parts linked Part 1 – Something Happened on the way to HeavenAugust 6 th 2007...
..., I'm going to win this "assassin-off" of yours. And when I do, you'd better have the champagne ready... and another person to compete against while you're at it. Two-to-one odds are almost fair. Almost. --Rubi P.S: Detach yourself from the sparkly new game already. Some pansy in a whitedress stabbing people with oversized toothpicks is hardly worth the time, kapish? Get your damn priorities ...
... a moment to realize it was the Codec, which he reluctantly answered. “Snake, what’s wrong?” Otacon asked in a worried tone and Snake glanced at the doorway that led to his partner’s room. No light, odds are that Hal had barely moved so his stalkers were likely to think he was still asleep. “Nothing” Snake shot back instinctively. He hated being weak and others feeling the need to mother him. A ...
... a moment to realize it was the Codec, which he reluctantly answered. “Snake, what’s wrong?” Otacon asked in a worried tone and Snake glanced at the doorway that led to his partner’s room. No light, odds are that Hal had barely moved so his stalkers were likely to think he was still asleep. “Nothing” Snake shot back instinctively. He hated being weak and others feeling the need to mother him. A ...
