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Hmm. I am not entirely certain why, but mom does not usually smile upon packages arriving in the post with my name addressed on them. It seems she cannot fathom why on earth I (or anyone) would possibly need a 15 inch SOG knife that has been tested by weeks of submersion in saline water; 17 rounds of a .45 being fired at the blade; a hundred pounds or three being hung from the blade; and all manners of chopping, smashing, digging, slicing, and other such abuses. I find it hugely practical.
I got to see Roger today. I was dashing up the driveway hoping to return home as soon as possible should he and Ruthie be there. Lo and behold, he was dashing down the driveway (sadly unaccompanied by Ruthie) on some mission to return to West Asheville. We almost met in a more abrupt and destructive way than either of us were quite intending to spend in visiting, but since I am quite accustomed to having people buzz down the path toward me as I am in ascension, and because of his quick, Roger reflexes, we plied the breaks, waved at each other, and he proceeded to pull off an astounding reverse manouvre toward the house. There he exited his vehicle, and I my motorcar, and we proceeded to converse on all manners of things for quite a while. I fear I caused him to tarry from his taking dinner, but we had a most agreeable colloquy.
Since I was quite younger, I have occasionally while reading about golden eagles, come upon written accounts of said birds of prey swooping down, in those regions that they inhabit, upon small, unsuspecting children and carrying the poor young people off as snackies. Maintaining a more skeptical mindset of the matter, (for stories of that nature abound, often without entire correctness, about a great many creatures) I rather supposed that it was, perhaps, a sort of 'scare your kiddies witless' story spread round amongst several cultures. I have, however, not long ago encountered a video that, while not quite establishing a sound confirmation of the accuracy of such tales, has persuaded me that I might want to keep an eye on golden eagles around my small children, were I to have any of the latter in a place habitated by the raptors in question. If nothing else, a little kid is certainly not going to outrun a few lashes from the claws and beak of a member of the Aquila chrysaetos family should one ever decide to be a menace.
"You consider total abstinence to be a handicap in a gentleman wishing to make a proposal of marriage, sir?"
"Oh, dash it, Jeeves. Use your intelligence. Were it not for the juice of the grape and the grain, weddings would be a thing of the past. Proposals but a dim memory. Without it, Jeeves, we babble."
-From the Jeeves and Wooster Brinkley Manor episode.
I got to see Roger today. I was dashing up the driveway hoping to return home as soon as possible should he and Ruthie be there. Lo and behold, he was dashing down the driveway (sadly unaccompanied by Ruthie) on some mission to return to West Asheville. We almost met in a more abrupt and destructive way than either of us were quite intending to spend in visiting, but since I am quite accustomed to having people buzz down the path toward me as I am in ascension, and because of his quick, Roger reflexes, we plied the breaks, waved at each other, and he proceeded to pull off an astounding reverse manouvre toward the house. There he exited his vehicle, and I my motorcar, and we proceeded to converse on all manners of things for quite a while. I fear I caused him to tarry from his taking dinner, but we had a most agreeable colloquy.
Since I was quite younger, I have occasionally while reading about golden eagles, come upon written accounts of said birds of prey swooping down, in those regions that they inhabit, upon small, unsuspecting children and carrying the poor young people off as snackies. Maintaining a more skeptical mindset of the matter, (for stories of that nature abound, often without entire correctness, about a great many creatures) I rather supposed that it was, perhaps, a sort of 'scare your kiddies witless' story spread round amongst several cultures. I have, however, not long ago encountered a video that, while not quite establishing a sound confirmation of the accuracy of such tales, has persuaded me that I might want to keep an eye on golden eagles around my small children, were I to have any of the latter in a place habitated by the raptors in question. If nothing else, a little kid is certainly not going to outrun a few lashes from the claws and beak of a member of the Aquila chrysaetos family should one ever decide to be a menace.
"You consider total abstinence to be a handicap in a gentleman wishing to make a proposal of marriage, sir?"
"Oh, dash it, Jeeves. Use your intelligence. Were it not for the juice of the grape and the grain, weddings would be a thing of the past. Proposals but a dim memory. Without it, Jeeves, we babble."
-From the Jeeves and Wooster Brinkley Manor episode.