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.
I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much, and... some of it's made up, and... some of it can't be quantified, and... there's secrets.
River ,'Safe'
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 4:33:25 pm PDT #4253 of 10001
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.
SailAweigh - Oct 18, 2006 4:44:01 pm PDT #4260 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Then it's your responsibility to make sure I have fresh, hot bread, right now. So, where is it?
§ ita § - Oct 18, 2006 4:45:07 pm PDT #4261 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
So, where is it?
In my kitchen.
Feel free to stop by any time. I'll be leaving to teach in a few, but just hang out by the front door until I get back.
Jesse - Oct 18, 2006 4:45:43 pm PDT #4262 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Now I wish I had fresh baked bread. Instead, I had sushi, but it is now gone. ita! If you would make me bread, maybe I would support you. Note I said MAYBE.
The post office just entirely failed to redeliver it, despite the clear instructions on the printout that said to deliver it at the end of the hold period.
Well, that's good, anyway, Suela.