Man, I'd love some homebaked bread. I'm too lazy and know too well if I baked my own bread? I'd eat it all by morning. Me love bread.
Fred: It's the pictures in my mind that are getting me. It's like being stuck in a really bad movie with those Clockwork Orange clampy things on my eyeballs. Wesley: Why imagine? Reality's disturbing enough.
'Shells'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
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.
sarameg - Oct 18, 2006 4:25:21 pm PDT #4250 of 10001
SailAweigh - Oct 18, 2006 4:28:27 pm PDT #4251 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
While horrified by targetted planes and biologics, nukes still command my adrenaline response whatever. Isn't rational, it's emotional.
Exactly. It's the thought that all that duck and cover we practiced in the shool basement really wouldn't have made a damn difference. But, when you're seven? You don't really comprehend or analyze it. It just is. It's the monster in the closet. Maybe it's there, maybe it isn't. But it sure has big teeth.
§ ita § - Oct 18, 2006 4:31:45 pm PDT #4252 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I didn't/couldn't let the bread cool as instructed. I think taking a couple slices will help the rest cool, so it's all for the best.
God, that butter melted like a dream.
I'm ignoring the horrible nookilur talk, since it still freaks me out. Ultimate powerlessness.
sarameg - Oct 18, 2006 4:33:25 pm PDT #4253 of 10001
People don't believe that I still had duck'n'cover until 2nd grade in the eighties. Maybe my district was old school, I dunno. But I did know at 7 that it was useless. Whacky quaker parents and all that. I recall something about 30 minutes warning, given we were sandwiched between an army base and an AF one. Plus a missile range on the other side of the mountains, 30 miles away. I had A Plan. Which is totally fucked for an elementary student, but yeah. Morbid. I should ask my brother if he has similar memories, 3 years behind me.
sarameg - Oct 18, 2006 4:34:31 pm PDT #4254 of 10001
I think taking a couple slices will help the rest cool, so it's all for the best.
YOU ARE MEAN. MEAN MEAN MEAN.
Glad I'm not the only freaker.
SailAweigh - Oct 18, 2006 4:37:31 pm PDT #4255 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
WANT. BREAD!
See what you made me do, ita? It's all your fault.
sarameg - Oct 18, 2006 4:38:39 pm PDT #4256 of 10001
She's just brutal.
§ ita § - Oct 18, 2006 4:38:59 pm PDT #4257 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I had no Plans. I lived in London. I felt there was no point.
It's all your fault.
Let's not judge. Why don't we call it my responsibility?
Consuela - Oct 18, 2006 4:41:06 pm PDT #4258 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Mmmm, bread.
Amazing how long the evening seems, when you get home at 4:40 instead of 6:40. I've already watched this week's Studio 60 and Veronica Mars, and now I'm watching Frontline. I could make bread! I am doing laundry.
sarameg - Oct 18, 2006 4:41:53 pm PDT #4259 of 10001
Well, my Plan was basically "run home and hug the cats and hope mom was home and dad got there in time. On his bike."
You are still a taunting meanie.