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.

I am happy to know that I do not know what yiffing is.

OK, I reread the cheetah conversation, because I couldn't remember how it came up. That was a pretty funny thread. I had forgotten that for one day I decided to get a brand. For the record, several people thought Nutty could beat a cheetah, and more objections were raised to the idea of beating a python, particularly by stomping on its head.

Guess who said THIS:

ok girls, here's what we do. We pitch in together to buy a cabin/small vacation home on some land in a central location. We lure wealthy folk there for romantic weekends, preferably folks who are not very likely to tell others where they are going (cheaters, embarrassed folk, extremely private). We kill and dispose of the bodies on the property.

We will only be there occasionally. We can even rent out the place on open weekends and whatnot to earn more money.

Who's in?

Allyson? She is particularly bloodthirsty.

I also do not know what yiffing is, and may be happier not knowing.

I'm not certain, but a small, frightened voice in the back of my head says it has something to do with furries.