How much do I love that we had a puppy bowl watch-n-post! I was at amyth's anti-super bowl party where Eve and Lulu proved that yes, affectionate toddler and patient doggie are super adorable. And I got to watch Calli's reaction on learning about Sharpe's Rifles, starring Sean Bean and featuring AD in "tight, Napoleanic-era uniforms."
I had a whole section about civic pride.
Mayor ,'Chosen'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
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.
flea - Feb 07, 2005 2:57:30 am PST #4476 of 10002
information libertarian
Topic!Cindy - Feb 07, 2005 3:07:08 am PST #4477 of 10002
What is even happening?
And I got to watch Calli's reaction on learning about Sharpe's Rifles, starring Sean Bean and featuring AD in "tight, Napoleanic-era uniforms."How difficult for you, flea. The things we suffer to be in the company of our friends.
Wow, I can't remember the last time there wasn't a post in Natter between 10:40 pm and 4:41 am. Did SoCal fall off the continent? Did Nilly's paper eat her alive? Were Theo and DX abducted by rowdy Pats fans?
DXMachina - Feb 07, 2005 3:35:48 am PST #4478 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Not abducted. Got tuckered out watching puppies, and went to sleep.
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2005 3:47:34 am PST #4479 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'd been meaning for a long while to come in here and ask a question I didn't know how to google the answer for. So I typed it all out, reread it ... and then picked three words from the paragraph, googled, and found precisely the product I'd been looking for.
I love the web.
Still -- it reminded me that there was a question I don't think I can google, that I've been meaning to ask, but I only remember it on my way to the car. With no 'net connection.
When one is looking to make sure there's not a guy hiding under their car -- what sort of attack is the guy going to launch? It seems a very disadvantaged position, and one that's slow to get out from. Or are you maybe looking to see if he's on the other side of the car?
Ginger - Feb 07, 2005 3:52:41 am PST #4480 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
When one is looking to make sure there's not a guy hiding under their car -- what sort of attack is the guy going to launch?
The urban myth, at least, is that he's going to slash your ankles with a razor and then leap out. Although, upon thought, there's no leaping from under a car, unless you're talking about an evil leprechuan.
brenda m - Feb 07, 2005 3:53:03 am PST #4481 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
The scenario I've heard, and this may be the urban legend talking, is a quick disabling swipe at the achilles. At which point speed becomes less of an issue.
Cashmere - Feb 07, 2005 3:57:46 am PST #4482 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
The car would have to be sitting fairly high off the ground for a normal sized guy to fit underneath it. My Honda is VERY low to the ground. I've changed the oil on it and there is no WAY a human is crawling underneath there unless it's on blocks.
Of course there are the leprechauns to worry about.
Theodosia - Feb 07, 2005 4:17:25 am PST #4483 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Also, the guy hiding underneath the car is in serious danger of getting run over if he misses his swiping and doesn't then get out of the way of the tires in time. The more you think about it, the less likely the scenario sounds, doesn't it?
It was tough watching those puppies, but somebody had to do it.
bon bon - Feb 07, 2005 4:23:48 am PST #4484 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Long ago I read a book set in my era (i.e. roughly 1800-1820) where a husband didn't believe his wife was a virgin on her wedding night because she didn't bleed, but was eventually convinced by a Learned Medical Type that sometimes it happens that way and he really ought to believe her protestations of innocence.
God knows I read enough novels with this as a device. I think it is often (although I'm not sure accurately) described as resulting from a lot of horse riding.
Theodosia - Feb 07, 2005 4:40:20 am PST #4485 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Attention, certaines images peuvent choquer les personnes sensibles au froid!
Ganked from tnh's Particles at Making Light:
Freezing Spray On Lake Constance
Images from the lakefront on a very windy, very cold day -- icicles in unbelievable shapes and angles, docks covered in frozen waves of ice.
Now those cave formations in Kartchner seem a little more explainable....