Book: Where's the doctor? Not back yet? Zoe: (beat) We don't make him hurry for the little stuff. He'll be along. Book: He could hurry... a little.

'Safe'


Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Lee - Feb 04, 2010 10:56:05 am PST #6216 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

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


§ ita § - Feb 04, 2010 10:56:31 am PST #6217 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

"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.


Liese S. - Feb 04, 2010 11:01:43 am PST #6218 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

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.

</curmudgeon with tech tendencies>


ChiKat - Feb 04, 2010 11:03:04 am PST #6219 of 30001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

I love Liese. That is all.


Vortex - Feb 04, 2010 11:05:42 am PST #6220 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

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.


§ ita § - Feb 04, 2010 11:06:00 am PST #6221 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

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


Connie Neil - Feb 04, 2010 11:06:08 am PST #6222 of 30001
brillig

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


javachik - Feb 04, 2010 11:06:28 am PST #6223 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

I know you guys are probably right about the gun stuff, but a close friend was shot 12 times in her back when she ran from armed robbers in her home. Miraculously, she lived. This was about 18 years ago and we were waitresses together, in Oakland. She parked her car in her driveway, and the robbers came up to her with loaded guns as she was walking to her door. She gave them everything she had, including wallet and jewelry. They followed her into her house, and started ransacking and taking what they wanted. They told her that they were going to kill her, so she ran out the back sliding glass door and got about 10 feet from the house when they shot at her.


Jesse - Feb 04, 2010 11:07:32 am PST #6224 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Jesus, javachik. That's terrifying.


§ ita § - Feb 04, 2010 11:07:56 am PST #6225 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

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.

We use this stat at krav too, but honestly, it's cheating. It's assuming the knife person has already drawn their weapon and reacted, but the gun person still has to. I want to see more equal numbers. Not just already-drawn knife attacker against unwary gun defender.