But if the world doesn't end, I'm gonna need a note.

Cordelia ,'Potential'


Natter 31 But Looks 29  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


amych - Jan 10, 2005 4:00:30 pm PST #4609 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

in order to move more quickly

This is a big part of it -- I remember being explicitly told to do the keys-in-a-claw thing in college, and I don't do it anymore, but the whole idea of getting TO the car, INTO the car, LOCK the car, START the car, without stopping to fuck around or dig in my bag is completely internalized. It drives me bugfuck when S. wants to stop and chat with someone with the door hanging open in the parking lot on the way out of the gym -- even though by definition I'm not alone (and am on friendly territory and probably have some pretty serious bruisers right nearby).

And that's without any particular fear -- it's more like the mode I'm in on the strip. Ready to react to any little human movement.


Cashmere - Jan 10, 2005 4:05:51 pm PST #4610 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

Do you pronounce a "g"?

Doesn't Mal pronounce the "g" in Firefly? I seem to recall it as such. But I could be mistaken.

Wildfires, earthquakes, mudslides, torrential rains, big ass rocks. Tell me again about the attractions of living in Southern California.


Beverly - Jan 10, 2005 4:06:44 pm PST #4611 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

It drives me bugfuck when S. wants to stop and chat with someone with the door hanging open in the parking lot on the way out of the gym -- even though by definition I'm not alone (and am on friendly territory and probably have some pretty serious bruisers right nearby).

And that's without any particular fear -- it's more like the mode I'm in on the strip. Ready to react to any little human movement.

YES. And he just doesn't understand it. I get this wounded, exasperated, "What?"


lori - Jan 10, 2005 4:10:19 pm PST #4612 of 10002

Pretty new topographic map of Australia


§ ita § - Jan 10, 2005 4:11:19 pm PST #4613 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I do fumble in my bag, I realise. I am definitely not straight into the car. And I fumble the most leaving krav, because I usually need a parking ticket to get out, and I end up finding that before I sit down. There probably isn't anywhere safer, though, considering.

Tell me again about the attractions of living in Southern California.

I can't imagine enjoying living somewhere it wasn't worth living despite the weather. Made it through hellacious winters in Montreal for that reason, love Jamaica to pieces despite the earthquake/hurricane thing.

Can't quite characterise the area by torrential rains, though, otherwise it wouldn't be such a big deal.


JZ - Jan 10, 2005 4:14:27 pm PST #4614 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

No, I do have an awareness of people around me in public areas that the SO does not have. And he feels no compunction about just talking to random people on the street, and the reason I don't doesn't just have to do with being introverted, it also has to do with being female.

I'm so rushed and slammed at work that I'm not able to do more than intermittently lurk (hoping to have stuff to say later if the conversation hasn't drifted), but it occurred to me that I've known exactly two men with just this same awareness of others around them and wariness about speaking to strangers. Both of them are absurdly Nice Guys who look like threats -- both hit by massive growth spurts in puberty that turned them very tall and very large, and they've both talked about being aware of women's awareness of them from puberty on.

They put a lot of conscious effort into smiling but not holding eye contact, ducking, bowing, slouching, gauging whether any particular woman is going to be more comfortable going in or out of the elevator first or last, having the door held or not, being greeted or being ignored. They're acutely aware of their physical personae, and aware of how odd this awareness is, that it's a sort of freak funhouse mirror image of the hyper-awareness that most of the women in their lives go through the world with.


Beverly - Jan 10, 2005 4:16:42 pm PST #4615 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

JZ, you just described Laura's DH, as well as several oversized--or physically "ugly"--men I know.


Cashmere - Jan 10, 2005 4:17:59 pm PST #4616 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

I can't imagine enjoying living somewhere it wasn't worth living despite the weather.

I suppose it's the enormity of the things that happen. As in OMG EARTHQUAKES! MUDSLIDES! Etc. that grab my freakish Midwestern sensibilities. We usually only get a bit of snow (some ice, too) and the odd tornado. Not much else.

The scenery isn't much, either. Having never lived outside the Midwest, what would I know?


amych - Jan 10, 2005 4:21:02 pm PST #4617 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Both of them are absurdly Nice Guys who look like threats

This is my ex-linebacker bud, right down to the hyperawareness of his own hyperawareness of his physically imposing self.


tommyrot - Jan 10, 2005 4:21:30 pm PST #4618 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Running depends on your instructor -- some never warm you up that way, others (which now seems to include me) will get folks running the second there's enough space.

Is it possible to do krav without the running? I've done no running whatsoever after a bad knee injury 13 years ago. And now with my bad ankle injury four years ago I have another reason to not run ever.

Also, I have just about the shittiest sense of balance in the universe - to the point where I failed a sobriety test while completely sober.