Also, any idiot can cut you with a knife, so they're extra dangerous.

As Lord Peter Wimsey said, "A bullet, you see, may go anywhere, but steel's almost bound to go somewhere."

2 hours at the Dr. grrr. BK for lunch.

As Lord Peter Wimsey said, "A bullet, you see, may go anywhere, but steel's almost bound to go somewhere."

I need to read those books.

My mom, when I was young and she was instilling the Never Get In A Car With A Stranger rule, said that even if someone threatens you with a gun, you never get in that car, but intead start running, because if you run, they likely won't shoot you (or they'll miss), but if you get in the car, you've just acquiesced to all manner of nasty things.

My phone doesn't ring often enough for me to be willing to care about the ring tone.

"A bullet, you see, may go anywhere, but steel's almost bound to go somewhere."

The krav example is to try and take an unsheathed tube of lipstick away from a resisting five year old. You're gonna get it on you.

My phone's ringtone is a ring. Like ones telephones make. Because it's a phone. And it's ringing. All I want to know is that someone is calling me. I don't want to suddenly be treated to a rendition of any music. I just want to be notified, so I can pick up the phone and say, "Hello?" in an irritated voice.

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I love Liese. That is all.

Not being embarassed if it went off inappropriately was a key factor in my song choice.

this is generally the case, except for the ringtone for my friend L, which begins "It's Britney, bitch"

Or, as they said on Criminal Minds:

Hotch: The maximum distance an attacker with a knife can close in the time it takes to react, draw your sidearm and fire is twenty-one feet.

John Blackwolf (cool native american guest star who also played Bobby on Saving Grace): Inside twenty-one feet, I win. Outside twenty-one, I have other options besides shooting a man.

Reid: Like negotiating.

Blackwolf: Like running.

But suppose someone else's phone rang the same way, Liese? Then you wouldn't be an individual anymore!

Knives don't run out of ammo, either. And something about the light glinting off a sharpened edge of metal is pretty intimidating.