K-ville: I was hoping they'd make something out of a guy from Cincy knowing what the neutral ground is. Because at first it made me cock an eyebrow.
There are cockroaches in Mexico big enough to own property.
Cordelia ,'Lessons'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
Daisy Jane - Sep 17, 2007 4:39:37 pm PDT #1214 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Laga - Sep 17, 2007 4:39:41 pm PDT #1215 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I have turnstile phobia! But just for the sort of turnstile that it sounds like this one exactly was. There was (and presumably still is) one on the way out of the Children's Zoo at Brookfield. When I was very small my sister told me that one time somebody tried to come in the wrong way as someone was going out and they kept pushing until... well you get the idea. My little-girl brain conjured a very vivid image that is the reason why I rush through these sorts of turnstiles even today.
Ginger - Sep 17, 2007 4:49:50 pm PDT #1216 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
There was (and presumably still is) one on the way out of the Children's Zoo at Brookfield.
Okay, that's weird. I got my arm caught in a turnstile at Brookfield Zoo when I was about 8. I haven't hurt myself everywhere in the country. Really.
Jesse - Sep 17, 2007 4:50:48 pm PDT #1217 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
All the Masai on the Eastern Seaboard are now preparing to hunt you down Jesse. They KILL LIONS! WITHOUT GUNS! and you went and called them Eddie Murphy.
I said I was sorry!
sarameg - Sep 17, 2007 4:53:25 pm PDT #1218 of 10001
I get freaked out by those glass revolving doors. I want to adhere to 1 person/enclosure, and then there is the luggage issue. I often have to play catch up as people laugh. I think it might be Jesse who can attest to that. Or maybe my brother. I know I got What were you waiting for? from him.
Laga - Sep 17, 2007 4:55:42 pm PDT #1219 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
the turnstile is evil!
Laga - Sep 17, 2007 4:56:43 pm PDT #1220 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
So sarameg, are you saying you wait until the person in front of you exits the revolving door before you enter? What if there are people coming in from the other side?
§ ita § - Sep 17, 2007 5:00:13 pm PDT #1221 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Either I've seen this guy before, or my total of Masai in full getup in LA is greater than my total of same in Kenya.
However, my first LA Masai sighting was a guy with a car. With plates that said MASAI. Well, NSM a car as a Land Rover. With animal skins.
At least he didn't stare at me, that I noticed.
I was totally uncosmopolitan doing the double take thing today, but dude. Masai.
JenP - Sep 17, 2007 5:01:09 pm PDT #1222 of 10001
Nobody every misspells my name.
Heh. I just misspelled your (user) name in Boxed Set yesterday (flipped the i and the e), but I noticed later and edited. Not sure whether your user name is your actual name, though.
I don't have turnstile phobia, but I used to have down-escalator phobia. Sort of around the time I had a mild swallowing fear. Clearly I had issues in my preteen years, and that's how they manifested. Weird ass kid.
Liese S. - Sep 17, 2007 5:21:32 pm PDT #1223 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Dude, I totally invoked the "don't talk about misspelling or you will misspell in that very post" rule.
And ha, yeah, my user name is actually a harder to spell version of my real name.
And I totally had (have) escalator phobia, too, as I feel certain I have mentioned. They have scary teeth! They move inexplicably and in ways different from human locomotion! They have eerie green lights coming from below where clearly monsters unknown to humans live, waiting to eat the masticated bits of people sucked through the escalator teeth!
Err.
Still have, evidently.
But when I was a kid, it was way worse. I distinctly remember my parents trying to cure me of my escalator fear by going ahead on the escalator without me when I balked, leaving me forlorn and desperate at the top of the escalator. I'm sure it was the last ditch effort in a series of warm and encouraging efforts, but it was clearly deeply scarring. Abandonment! Green lights! Teeth!