It seems wrong that Shir's army uniform had no pockets. I hate to think that people are having to go into battle without Kleenex.

Well, I was about to write an explanation about it, but it became very long and messy and I can't seem to find good pictures. The bottom line is that are several types of uniform, and the ones that are being used in combat has pockets in them, but Yours Truly wasn't a combat soldier, so she had pocketless uniform.

How do people really have that much stuff to carry? I've always wondered. As a guy, I deal entirely in pockets, and carry phone/wallet/keys and very little else. Occasionally, a DS (my pokemons. let me show you them), but really I cannot understand the Must Be Prepared for 5 Billion Eventualities mindset.

OK, even though you have the DS and almost have my husband's user name, you are not my husband for I got the backpack dependence from him. We are like a matching pair, his and her backpacks.

In my backpack I keep:
wallet
phone
water bottle
umbrella
many various OTC medications because you just NEVER KNOW
lunch
school books, notebooks
yoga clothes
walking around in the summer clothes or work clothes, depending on what I am wearing at the time
hat
sunglasses
BodyGlide
pens, highlighters
compact, lipstick, mascara
hairbrush
keys
iPod

I'm footloose and fancy free from 7:30 in the morning until 6pm; I work far away from home and I don't commute by car so I need to be able to carry stuff I need (or potentially need) throughout the day.

I only carry a bag if I have to. Usually my pockets will do. Sometimes I will spill over to other family pockets. My work commute is a bit over a mile, so not a big deal to run home. All the stuff I would like around I have both at home and the office so no need to carry.

Must have: Treo Chapstick sunglasses keys

I'm footloose and fancy free from 7:30 in the morning until 6pm; I work far away from home and I don't commute by car so I need to be able to carry stuff I need (or potentially need) throughout the day.

So very much this. Of course, we commute the same way from the same town, so no big surprise there.

Not sure what your husband's excuse is though. :)

Not sure what your husband's excuse is though.

It's a holdover from when he used to walk everywhere.

It's a holdover from when he used to walk everywhere.

I've taken to packing up a separate knapsack on the weekends with significantly less stuff, unless I know I'm going to be out an about all day, because I'm usually on a more targeted destination, but I have a feeling that, like packratitis, the loaded knapsack would be a hard habit for me break if I wanted to.

My work purse usually has wallet, keys, tampax, flashlight, lip balm, hand cream, sunglasses, pens, post-it notes, book/magazine, lunch, and various flotsam of plastic utensils, napkins, kid stuff, etc.

When I'm not to/from work, I usually put my wallet and keys into the kids' backpack, which has diapers & wipes, spare clothes, hats, sunscreen, water bottle, small toys, snacks, and napkins. All of which are very much needed. If I didn't have kids I could get away with pockets on weekends in cool weather, though my current wallet is a bit big for pants pockets.

I carried a lot more stuff when the children were younger. My load is much lighter with teens and menopause. Freedom!

This is horrifying: [link]

BRANDON, MAN. — A young man travelling on a Greyhound bus was stabbed to death and beheaded by a stranger in a horrifying act of apparently random violence.

The incident occurred on a bus travelling from Edmonton to Winnipeg just before 10 p.m. Wednesday.

A man of about 18 who was sleeping with headphones on was suddenly attacked by his seat mate, according to the man who sat directly in front of them.

He was stabbed repeatedly with a large hunting knife, sending blood spraying across the interior of the bus. The driver quickly pulled over and passengers fled out the front door.

ETA:I have to say the next line of the article freaked me out so much, I didn't dare copy it into natter.

Guess who is taking a bus to visit their family on Saturday? Yikes!

Oh dear.