It worries me sometimes that I've trained myself out of any instinct to flinch when someone swings a sword at my head. And then I remember that nobody is actually going to do that.
Flying projectiles, though, scary
Young Simon: So... how'd the Independents cut us off? Young River: They were using dinosaurs.
'Safe'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
amych - Feb 03, 2012 7:09:37 pm PST #20199 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
§ ita § - Feb 03, 2012 7:20:52 pm PST #20200 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I don't flinch anywhere near enough. It definitely bothers me. I'm an idiot.
Connie Neil - Feb 03, 2012 7:21:10 pm PST #20201 of 30001
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I tried to get into SCA heavy combat, but I froze at the first sword blow towards my head. Hubby was just thrilled that I gave it a shot and said normal people always react poorly to things being swung at their heads. I got through enough to qualify for light combat, ie, combat archery, where we shot golf tubes with tennis balls taped to the end at each other. I never objected to that, and for a while I was the terror of the battlefield with a bow. Good times.
§ ita § - Feb 03, 2012 7:27:52 pm PST #20202 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I don't duck, I turn towards gunshots, I step forward when I should step back--I'd make the shortest lived action hero ever.
DavidS - Feb 03, 2012 7:55:08 pm PST #20203 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'd make the shortest lived action hero ever.
"This is a job for... "
§ ita § - Feb 03, 2012 8:27:04 pm PST #20204 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I am having chocolate bacon cookies. I was supposed to be saving them for breakfast, but I got distracted. Please let me stop at three...
-t - Feb 03, 2012 8:33:17 pm PST #20205 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
And I thought I was decadent with my honeycomb on saltines.
Consuela - Feb 03, 2012 9:17:33 pm PST #20206 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
My dinner was a piece of toast with peanut butter, and a bunch of cookies with milk.
Some days, one just has to be twelve.
meara - Feb 03, 2012 9:19:17 pm PST #20207 of 30001
Chocolate bacon cookies? Oooh.
Though the cupcake place did start selling cake pops, and I had one of each (a cupcake and a cake pop) today. And they were nom.
I was always very bad at baseball/softball as a kid--I think that it stemmed from several years where my eyesight was not great, but no one realized it yet, and then a lack of hand-eye coordination stemming from some of that for a few years. By that point I was just flinchy every time anything came near me. I completely shocked myself at one point shortly after college when a friend tossed her keys and I reached up and grabbed them out of the air! (They were being tossed over my head to a friend behind me).
billytea - Feb 04, 2012 2:04:10 am PST #20208 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
This is pretty funny: the top 50 tweets of 2011: [link] My favourite:
"Sex is like pizza - even when it's bad, Herman Cain will still try to force it on you."