Is one half of a scissors a scissor?

Also, why do weird questions just pop into my brain like that.

It takes a very large duck to produce a tsunami quack.

I checked on CNN after reading about the quake here. I see the quake is getting second billing to the story "Schiavo receives drop of wine for Easter".

Never mind, I just refreshed the page and the quake now has top billing.

Timelies.

March continues to suck like (insert hooker or vacuum cleaner joke of choice here). It's as cold as it possibly can be and still be raining instead of sleeting/snowing. I can't honestly say I'd prefere snow, but this weather seems to get into my bones more than the warmer snow temperatures.

Frank, snow at least is pretty, and doesn't fall as hard, and doesn't find its way down the back of your neck as insistently. So, I grok the feeling.

Despite the fact today was the second day in a row I am out and about in something other than a winter coat (my "spring" raincoat). I figure, I first wore this raincoat in England in March; so this is perfect weather for it (with a sweater underneath).

one half of a scissors

Without the pin for a hinge, two halves of scissors are just long metal sticks with handle-shapes on one end. I think you cannot classify a thing as "scissors" until it has both halves, AND they are attached to each other in the standard manner. Therefore, I think it is reasonable to assume that, except for dialect use of the singular, there is no such thing as "a scissor".

And now that I have typed it ten times, "scissor" is the funniest, most wrong-headed word in the world.

there is no such thing as "a scissor".

So your'e saying that if you cut a pair of pants in half, you don't get a pant? What if you use half of a scissors to cut the pants in half?

But if you cut the leg off, you have a pant leg.

two halves of scissors are just long metal sticks with handle-shapes on one end.

For all values of stick that are reminscent of knives.

Well. So much for calling in sick to catch up on sleep (insomnia fairy has been hanging out a bit) and trying to get some organization/cleaning done in my apartment.

Due to a leak that is apparently causing the bathroom ceiling in the apt below to crumble, they are currently tearing out my bedroom wall to try to locate the problem.

I would imagine that a scissor would be better for stabbing someone than a scissors. (Since it would encounter less resistance as it pierced the flesh, it could penetrate deeper.)

Despite the fact today was the second day in a row I am out and about in something other than a winter coat (my "spring" raincoat).

This is part of it. In a fit of demented optimism I took the lining out of my main winter coat, and I'm feeling the difference more than I expected.

I just nipped 'round the corner to pick up some lunch, and if someone would like to notify them what's in charge of such things that I've met my quota for Oddly Dressed Men Staring At Me In A Disconcerting Manner for the next few months, I'd be much obliged, ta ever so.