oh, and jilli, i hope we didnt pile on you the other day about the wee goth babes and how you are somehow supposed to rescue us from the less polite baby bats.
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oh, and jilli, i hope we didnt pile on you the other day about the wee goth babes and how you are somehow supposed to rescue us from the less polite baby bats.
Nope, I did not feel piled-upon. I clapped my hands with glee and took notes.
See, I want the knife on account of no reach, no aim, sucky large coordination, yet fantastic small coordination. It's my last ditch effort. I know what ita says is true, I think it's my only hope.
The information on the looting by police was on the Times-Picayune page, but it seems to have scrolled off (or been deleted) by now.
Stab them or cut them, Cindy? As far as I've been told, it's hard to kill someone with a stab to the belly -- it's why hari kiri-ers cut in three directions.
If you have no reach, then don't you want a weapon that gives you reach? Knife is good for no aim, but so is a bat.
Allyson already outlined what my survival plan is. In fact, I now want her to live near me so we can combine forces.
If you have no reach, then don't you want a weapon that gives you reach? Knife is good for no aim, but so is a bat.
I have a bat. I don't have to loot that.
Of course, as our culture effectively went plop and died in the mid-90s, it's kind of a pointless response, but old habits die hard when you can still see the ghosts in your mind.
I keep thinking of the WTO riots ("That was because of out-of-towners!") and the girl who jumped off the Ship Canal Bridge ("Seattleites don't yell at people to jump -- that's what New Yorkers do!").
(I'm a touch defensive about this, can you tell?)
Well, you are a native. You were born defensive. Heck, Annabel was born with a defensive look on her face.
Congratulations, Stephanie!
Stop poking the natives, dear.
We'll do fine when the disaster comes, anyway. You're married to a Scotch-Irish Southerner who came of age in Philly. Once my back is to the wall, ain't much passive in my aggressive.
(Might as well stereotype myself if we're stereotyping others.)