The squash court was an iteration. Also known as, I revealed it as soon as I thunk it up.
Cheater (no pun intended or implied)! I still think your hindparts would be ripped off even with the squash court restriction, though. Maybe you should have iterated harder.
I was rereading that Natter thread recently, in fact, and it's still funny. I started out trying to list animals that could kill you, and declared taht poison was cheating your way onto the list, and nobody argued with that!
Also, nobody had a problem with describing one general class as "pony-sized dogs".
The moral of the story is, enthusiastic exactitude, even in the fact of contradictory facts, wins the day! Right up until ita or an expert arrives on the scene.
The moral of the story is, enthusiastic exactitude, even in the fact of contradictory facts, wins the day! Right up until ita or an expert arrives on the scene.
This is actually an excellent life lesson. I can't tell you how many times I have proclaimed something authoritatively and had it accepted, even when it was freshly minted in my hindparts. Experts and itas are relatively rare in the world ourside the hivemind.
I love how I'm not considered an expert. Hey, I've done my research into the killing thing. Not as much hands on practice as I'd like, but you've all chosen to believe in this law thing, and I find myself uncomfortably bound.
ita needs to watch "The Wire".
If you ever do get tired of the "citizen' thing, ita, you could rule some corners.
I can't tell you how many times I have proclaimed something authoritatively and had it accepted, even when it was freshly minted in my hindparts.
Me too. I bust myself when people say, "Really?!?" and I have to say, "Yeah, no."
Interjecting for a list that will make your brain go kaflooey: Slate's The Explainer's Unanswered Questions
The first question is: "What comes after 999 trillion?"
Even *I* know that THAT isn't an unanswered question. The answer to "What comes after 999 trillion?" is
t deep breath
999,000,000,000,001.
Duh.
During a pretty scandalous conversation over dinner a few nights ago something even
more
outrageous came up (the guy had just finished copping some experimental yiffing, and felt he had to top it?) and Z said "Really?" Guy in question replied "Nope. Just trying out lying to see how it felt."
I tried it later that night.
It felt
good.
I interupt Natter for a Christmas Miracle/Virgin Birth -- [link]
This worries me in that it makes the 1998 Godzilla slightly less implausible.