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But... how do you aim? Matt

I almost cried when they shot down Biggs. Matt

Happy Birthday! Matt

Wise advice that has served me well... Matt

Hot dogs = starving impoverished student fare. Disgusting no matter what you do to them, and I've sworn never to eat one again. (shudders) Tater tots = yummy goodness.

A question concerning zombie attacks: How does cold weather affect zombies? Do they freeze solid? Or does the cold not affect them much since they're usually at room temperature anyway? Matt

I played taps at my Grandpa's funeral. That one gets me. Matt

No shit, there I was... Back home from college and the dorms, but didn't want to move in with my parents again, so asked around if anybody was looking for a roommate. "Yeah, Eric* just moved into a big two bedroom place, and says he'd like a roommate to share bills. Remember Eric from high school? Call him up, why dontcha." So I move my stuff into Eric's place. It's a nice apartment; big enough for two without being crowded, tastefully decorated, middle of downtown, cheap rent. Nice place. Eric's always seemed like a decent guy. This will work out fine until I start making more money and get a place of my own. No problems. Second morning in the new place, I wake up, Eric's already gone to work. My day off. I sprawl on the floor in front of the couch to watch some TV. Click some channels, yawn and stretch...and my hand brushes against something underneath the couch. Paper. A magazine. Cool, Eric left me a magazine. Pull the magazine out and look at the cover... "HOLY SHIT!!!" Men are hairy, disgusting animals, and this magazine displayed all their hairiest, most disgusting features. Assholes and sweaty nutsacks galore. Not a woman to be found. Scary. So I carefully replaced the mag and did some intense soul searching. Eventually concluded that the only sensible thing to do is...nothing. Eric's obviously in the closet, and outing him could cause him harm while benefiting me nothing. So long as nobody comes on to me, nothing need be said about it. Turned out to be a pretty good roommate for the six months I lived there. Years later, I told a friend about finding the magazine, and he now occasionally likes to remind me that I "was married to a gay guy." *not his real name Matt

Though it's over-played nowadays to the point of being cliched... The first time I ever heard Barber's "Adagio for Strings" it was played by a college orchestra in mourning for the sudden loss of their beloved director...and that performance stands out in my mind as the most emotional piece of music I have ever heard. No recording I have ever come across can compare, but the memory still gets me a little misty eyed. Matt

You even have to ask? How many jumps is that, anyway?

Matt: At age 62 you will die while partaking in a particularly intense meditation session. Matt

Get yourself a decent sword. That's the best anti-zombie device around. Guns are better for the short term, but you'll run out of ammo someday, and there won't be any more available due to zombie economic devastation. I'll call in to work, "Yeah, I'm not coming in today. Zombies are attacking, and I have to defend my home. You know how it is." Then I'll take my swords and go stand guard in front of my crazy ancient senile neighbor lady's apartment. She bakes good cookies, and I bet hacking apart a squad of zombies for her will earn me a plateful.

#2 "Relax, focus, and flow" sounds like advice for overcoming a bashful bladder. First thing that occured to me when I read it. Matt

No breakfast food for me. Gimme some meat. Matt

The middle girl.

I'm on fire, and starting to get dizzy. Matt

scratch scratch scratch scratch...

I just stepped outside and looked at Lake Michigan; not even a hint of any little icebergs. Therefore, it is not yet cold. Matt

I'm trying to figure out what exactly was going on in the video. It looked like they just squirted some saline fluid into the brain as a lubricant around the cyst, and the head's natural pressure did the rest of the work. Is that really what was happening there? How much pressure does the brain exert on things anyway? Cool video.

So I go away for a little while, and the night crew just lets this thread die?! I'm very disappointed. Matt

It's a matter of how you're raised. My parents aren't sports fans, so sports were never on the TV as I grew up, so I just don't understand the appeal. I enjoyed games in high school when I actually knew some of the guys playing, but still didn't care in the slightest who won. Matt

These are probably too easy... but I love them! "Ok, you people! Sit tight, hold the fort and keep the home fires burning. And if we're not back by dawn... call the president." "All I know is that this Lo Pan character comes out of thin air in the middle of a goddamn alley while his buddies are flying around on wires cutting everybody to shreds while he just STANDS there waiting for me to drive my truck straight through him with LIGHT coming out of his mouth!" "Okay, I get the picture White Tigers, Lords of Death, guys in funny suits throwing plastic explosives while poison arrows fall from the sky and the pillars of heaven shake, huh? Sure, okay, I see Charlie Chan, Fu Manchu and a hundred howlin' monkey temples, and that's just for starters, right? Fine! I'm back! I'm ready, goddammit let me at 'em!" All from the same movie. Matt

Definitely walrus. I was at Sea World once, and one of those critters spat several gallons of strongly fish-scented water all over the people in the front row. Nasty. Matt

I slipped one time, and accidentally pierced the side of my finger with a dirty, twisted piece of safety wire. Very ugly mess, and it hurt like hell to pull it out. Does that count? Matt

it's just a cultural thing. Its noy a "cool" thing to do. Matt