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::peers listlessly around campus:: hello? anyone there?

*silence*

there's no one here...

and robbed even of my ability to explain myself, and left wondering how I ever will.

forgive me, Icchan, for being a little voice of dissent, but let me be the little voice of dissent. I have no knowledge, other than what's posted on your blog, of the circumastances of the incident to which you are referring, nor do I wish to sound like I disagree with you. I agree wholeheartedly with all your statements... just let me amend it a little.

You've left out one little thing .... your ideas are based off of the ability to intimidate the bad guy until someone can show up, and the ability to get away from them so there's no personal contact.

Lemme illustrate a scenario. One girl, alone, walking to her car. Obeying all the rules, staying in the light, carrying her keys, aware of her surroundings. There's a weapon in her purse, and she can have it out in under thirty seconds. Said girl is dressed normally for a work/school day... nice jeans and blouse, and comfortable yet dressy shoes.

Unfortunately, the Bad Guy is aware of all of this. and the Bad Guy is really The Bad Guys. Said girl gets up to her car, no one there, unlocks the door. Before she gets in, Bad Guy #1 comes out from his hiding place behind a car parked several spaces over. Bad Guy #2 comes out from the other way. Girl has a few choices.

#1, she can get in her car, and hope that the bad gus can't break her window or shoot her tires out before she gets out of there.
#2, she can try to run away, hoping that the bad guys can't outrun her.
#3, she can try to intimidate them, hoping that they're not determined.

I'm not going to give the outcome. But what does one do when one is outnumbered and not legal to carry a firearm?

Ok, that's my dissenting opinion for the month. ^_~


I'd say now onto brighter topics, but considering that the final I've been dreading is in the morning, brighter topics can wait until tomorrow.

::blink:: I'm covered in Ink...

Ah! yes. I amended the post below. for no good reason other than now it's accurate, without as many typos.

Ahhh, the misadventures of Bird and Clawed...

My friend Shaila, several days ago, asked if I could give her a ride to work last... tonight, and I said sure, since her car was in the shop. well, today, the first day of finals, it snows. Like six or something inches. Anyways, Shaila calls me to say that she can find another way to work since I'm snowed un. I say, I'm not snowed in, and I'd rather drive than you walk in this weather.

So I IM'd Bird, and she says that she's out of food and munching on packing peanuts. So I said I had about the same thing, the only things in my fridge were Dr. pepper and ketchup. So I said, I'll probably run by safeway after I drop Shaila off, does she want to go mit? She says sure if only to get out of the dorm room.

So I go out to my car, not realizing how much snow it's buried under, get myself soaked trying to scrape the snow off with only my gloved hands and arms to shove with. I scrape stuff off my windshield. Now, one point I want to make is that whoever designed NAU's parking lots/roads was smoking crack and drunk at the same time. I was going to drop off another friend's christmas preset at her dorm (right next to Bird's). There's a little turnout between the two dorms.

I made it all the way out of the Cowden parking lot, down the little streetlet, turned the corner, and made it to the actual street before traction gave way and I was nose to nose with a bush. But I thought, it isn't that bad, so I kept going... missed the turn into the turnout by about five feet, was already late to pick up Shaila, decided screw this I'll grab Bird and we'll go. pulled into wilson parking lot, got to the dorm, found Bird, and we went back and chipped the rest of the ice off the car, getting covered in snow in the process.

So we finally get off-campus, after only minor sliding around. Get on milton/I-17 that runs through town and meets with Rt 66, when I realise that Shalia's apartment is at the bottom/top (depending on which way you go) of a very steep hill. We're going to have to get creative.

Realize that it's like 8:30 now, and dark, and snowy. I miscounted turns and wound back up on campus. (Meanwhile I have running commentary from Bird, who has never been in snow before and has a minor panic attack each time the car drifts sideways, and the two of us are trying to keep the windshield at least defogged, since my defogger/dfroster doesn't work) so I thought, we'll just cut through North campus, and get on the main street going the other way, and go around the hill and find a way up it.

Now, the people who designed Flagstaff streets were the ones who rejected the crack that the NAU designers were smoking because it wasn't strong enough. I managed to cross one fairly major raod, taking small (read unplowed) side streets, tried to turn onto another major road, to get to the road I wanted, and avoiding the two people trying to slide/skate/fall down in the center of said little road, the car hit ice instead of snow and I'm nose-into the curb on the other side. Every time I hit the gas, I get a lovely sound like my tires are tyring to climb into the engine, and reverse only moves me sideways. Being passed by cars behind me, I'm getting nervous. Finally two very nice pedestrians offered to push my car backwards, and we got out onto the highway.

Unfortunately, we now realize we've got a snowballs' chance in hell of getting up the hill. But there's nowhere to turn around. So we head east, away from everything we want to go to, and wind up in a gas station parking lot. We dig through the trunk for chains, debate calling my Dad just to see his reaction, call and apologize to Shaila, who says she'll just walk, and try to puzzle out what to do next.

Well, we're out, we're snowy, the car has warmed up and our track record so far is good (we're in one piece) - we'll stop at safeway. So we slip and slide our way back across town (no chains in trunk, Dad....) with only one incident where I got in the far right of the two-lane turned one-lane road and got a bit stuck, and get to safeway, which is almost depopulatied. get food, look at snow, decide "cocoa would be good!" so we head across Milton to bookman's.

followed a very long ways for a while behind a person in a car, with the driver's door open, dragging a person on a sled, while they went from one side of the road to the other....

bookman's was good, although we didn't get nearly enough whipped cream. poked at the weird stuff for a while, went to Hasting's to tell Shaila that we were in one piece still, and wound up sitting/sprawled on the floor of the RPG books section reading through various manuals until about ten o'clock. Then we went back to the dorm.

Had to drive/slide around the building twice before we found a spot, and contemplated the likelihood of kissing the hood of the car because it behaved so nicely and whether or not our lips would stick. came back to my room, thawed, grabbed anime (shamanic princess) and went to Bird's room. Or attempted to. Ran into Lora's roommate in the hall, paused to talk to her, then Lora came out of her room, we talked some more, they sang a truely ... interesting rendition of twelve days of chrstimas (which they wrote themselves about romance novels) - very interesting. Some things just should not be done... we finally got away, an hour after we'd left my room.

Thus ensued the lesser Great Keyboard Fight(tm) between Bird and Bird and I and Clawed and various other characters at Icchan, until he told on us to Kallaris and we turned on anime and had to stop... laughed over the link from Ragabash watched anime, made snide comments, and marvelled at the fact that, for once, the story seemed to have a real ending.

Bird: They only have part of the map up. Where did the snow come from?
Clawed: ::giggle:: from Texas!

yes, that's right, all snow comes from Texas.

and there is nothing on late night tv, and Jay Leno likes his job waay too much... packing peanuts are good to eat but not the biodegradeable ones, Bird turned the bucket into a hat, and we managed to kill 7 hours without doing anything at all.

and a *hug* to cheshire, because she needs one

joy of joys. And, it's snowing.

Bird i didn't mean to drive bird back to the corner. *steadies herself* you may throw things at me...

*sigh* off to finals that, despite many, many hours of studying, I am still not quit ready for...

Very minor update to Mirrorgate, for those who keep track of such things... there should be a surprise or two for those who follow it. *sniff* Although it's almost poetic that last week's episode was # 13, given what happened to Tunk...

Do I get extra credit?

::purrs at NnM's new layout:: And I just got through watching Matrix... again...