Damn it! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt monkey!

Xander ,'Lessons'


Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!  

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.


DavidS - Jan 05, 2006 9:46:22 am PST #7897 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Can you play any instrument?

Nope. I did teach myself to play "Taps" on a harmonica though.

Hold a tune when singing?

Only because I've been singing lullabies to Emmett for nine years.

I do think there are varying abilities with eye-hand coordination, but very few people are really so deficient that they can't be taught to catch a ball. Mostly it's repetition and practice. Same with hitting. Emmett had thousands and thousands of swings with a whiffle bat before he ever played baseball.

I've danced with Jesse and Ple so their assertions that they cannot dance do not persuade me. The Ple dance had her wedged in between me and Amych during "Red Right Hand." That's a happy memory.

Who can draw?


bon bon - Jan 05, 2006 9:46:32 am PST #7898 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

If you think about it, square dancing is just walking to a specific place to the beat, so it teaches being able to listen and respond to instructions and coordination even to those who have two left feet.

I see the logic in this, but so does, say, aerobics. Most gym activities seem to involve those skills without the awful ickyness of boy/girl pairings.

I enjoyed the line dancing, however-- that did not involve partnering.


Jesse - Jan 05, 2006 9:47:25 am PST #7899 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I don't know how to do Dances, is what I meant. And I thought it was what I said.


DavidS - Jan 05, 2006 9:48:15 am PST #7900 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I don't know how to do Dances, is what I meant. And I thought it was what I said.

Fair enough. I did learn to waltz, though I do it crudely. I can't really swing dance, and there's no way I can learn the steps for theatrical type dancing.


Sophia Brooks - Jan 05, 2006 9:48:56 am PST #7901 of 10002
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

At least, not if they don't make you find your own partner (ew, Sophia!).

Hell, I tell you! Hell. First it was boy's choice, then girl's choice. And even the choosers seemed to go by popularity (like we just lined up in our natural formation and the teacher started the choosing with the one end that had the popular people on it)

Also, did we know about Jon Stewart:

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Jesse - Jan 05, 2006 9:49:25 am PST #7902 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I box waltzed around Harvard Square one night in high school. Good times.


Nutty - Jan 05, 2006 9:50:11 am PST #7903 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

Okay, you square-dancing freaks. Now I understand why my schools had us playing dodge ball on rainy days in gym class.

When I've tried to work out by swimming I tend to get a little freaked out, because of the non-rational fear of drowning.

I find that trying to exercise via swimming is so boring -- I used to work fractions of how close I was to done on every lap -- that injecting some actual terror into the routine might make the experience worthwhile.


amych - Jan 05, 2006 9:51:31 am PST #7904 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Now I understand why my schools had us playing dodge ball on rainy days in gym class.

They enjoyed causing pain and humiliation, so that years later we could get so much more out of that scene in "The Pack"?


Nutty - Jan 05, 2006 9:53:09 am PST #7905 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

Well, we played dodge ball with Nerf balls, not hard balls, so it was more of a tactical game. Or I suppose you could call it a Darwinian foam free-for-all.

Certainly, there were no squares of people with pearl-studded shirts and tutu skirts, and no line dancing neither.


Jesse - Jan 05, 2006 9:53:17 am PST #7906 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Now I want to do the Virginia Reel. We used to do that in camp, or something, and the best time ever was "accidentally" being across from the Boy I Liked.