Neurotik, I share with you your loathing of the “Hi Opal” fuckup, but let’s have it out about that goddamn “K” at the end of your name.
It makes me IRRITABLE.
Just cos I perversely love sheet plastic & duct tape, it has nothing to do with panicking. Hell I was 300 yards from an IRA explosion in London, and didn’t panick. Just thought “what the fuck was that noise” and carried on to Waterloo station. I am fed up with going to the loacl store for my regular fix of duct tape and being considered a pannicky little coward, it was much better when they just thought I was a perve.
Heck, if we don’t understand ourselves today, why do you think archaeologists 10,000 years from now will understand us at all (even without all this terrorism business)?
Zev Steinhardt
Judging by your username, shouldn’t everything make you irritable?
You know, a man was arrested carrying a live grenade at Gatwick airport today, there are tanks at Heathrow, and our government hasn’t so much as told us to put the kettle on, let alone stock up on duct tape. I think I’ll have a biscuit.
What SDMBers are panicking? Where? I didn’t see any panicking.
Did we miss a (some…lots of?) thread(s)?
You think it makes you irritable. I wanted Neurotic for my original AOL handle but some rat bastard, pig-fucker took it first! So then I tried to be hip and just end it with a k. But it still burns me up knowing some jerk is out there with a name I wanted. Probably doesn’t even use it and just did it to spite me. Gah!
Hey jarbabyj, if you cover yourself in duct tape except for the much-cursed finger wart, maybe the Vx will cure it for you.
So you can go coming wartless. (No, I will not diagram that sentence)
ooh yeah sig materal ^_^…
never mind sig! thats a bumpersticker!
A Neurotic pig fucker? Now I’m scared.
OOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooh!!!
Sheesh. It were a joke, I were whooshed?
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I remember a sci-fi short story from back in the 1950s (I think) titled Digging the Weans. A hint: US (as in United States) = We and the title is pronounced WeeAnnes. Very amusing little story.
As someone living in the sixth largest city in the United States, which is home to Naval, Air Force, Marine and Army bases, and works at a university, I’d just like to say…
:eek:
Esprix
Ferget Duct Tape, I’m stocking up on dental floss.
Mint flavored dental floss.
And ramen noodles.
lieu —I never knew you were a neurotic pig!
I just got back from Senator Daschle’s office.
No kidding. Nobody’s nervous up there, so I think you folks can probably take a powder on the terror thing for now. As I understand it, most chemical weapons don’t work very well in cold weather, and it’s only a few degrees above freezing here in DC. See, www.snopes.com/rumors/realdeal.htm.
Next week the Bush Administration will probably claim this was all an elaborate plan to get people to save on their home heating bills.
But I do have to take issue with your swipe at duct tape, Bosda. You know why you don’t see real men at the hardware store buying duct tape, don’t you?
Because we already have enough of it at home.
In Canada we only panic if it looks like there won’t be a Canadian team in the Stanley Cup finals. But mind you, we’re pretty darn polite about it.
[sub][sup]And the only tape we use is for the hockey sticks.[/sup][/sub]
Heh, heh. I just noticed that I said, “take a powder.”
Talk about a Freudian slip, eh? So much for being a real man. Just some poor bastard stuck in the bull’s eye.
It’s a lot cheaper than the Breathe Right Nasal Strips, although I do wish it came in flesh color.