It's so odd -- I don't feel sad or like something has been taken away from me/us/the world.
I feel like that bit where you have the standing ovation at the end of a magnificent performance.
Abi, #84 -- A rifle is also usable as a splint in the case of a broken leg.
How very Grindhouse!
#86, Ahayweh -- ...that is a very sensible strategy, although I don't see what being close to six feet has to do with anything- I spent my adolescence hoping desperately to hit six feet, fell two-and-a-half inches short to my lasting disappointment, and use heels to make up the difference.
Those were my neuroses peeking out. Habit. Gotta smack those down. I'm getting better! (See, now I spent my teen years drinking caffeine in an effort to curb myself. Who knows, it may have worked -- two inches shy.)
#69 Ahayweh: Me, I just wear flats at all times. Which was AWESOME during the '03 blackout, because I had to walk for four hours to my Queens apartment -- one hour on the Queensboro Bridge alone. Which is surprisingly dusty. Pebbles in my shoes.
(Then again, I am close to six foot -- me in heels in general is just silly.)
But I agree, for those particular people, most of whom were not home (not to mention, they were fleeing a burning building, more or less). Finding appropriate shoes would have been a bit iffy.
Of course they could always LOOT A STORE. In between pocketing high-end electronics. Grrrr.
I wouldn't take the horse, mainly because as a lifelong New Yorker I don't even thing I could figure out how to unhook it from the bloody carriage, let alone how to instruct and uh, operate. And -- no saddle. Ouch! Ouch from just riding the thing, never mind the inevitable falling off.
One place it might come in handy, though, is getting across the East River, which is extremely cold even in summer and also causes dysentery. But I'm not sure even a horse could swim it. If it would even be willing to try.
I felt terrible for the poor horse, though. Very last-season-of-Alias...
The high heels were stupid, but very realistic to the behavior of certain New Yorkers, as 9/11 and the subsequent blackout proved (although by now I hope we've learned our lesson).
Google really does need to implement a Latin translator...
Fragano, #22:
"Why would someone escape from Manhattan over the Brooklyn Bridge? Going from one island to another doesn't strike me as the best strategy."
It's just far, far easier to do. Queens/Brooklyn/Long Island dwarfs Manhattan in size -- off the top of my head it's at least six or seven times bigger if not more -- so there's more chance of catching any escape transport deployed there. Not to mention more chance of deploying escape transport there in the first place (a train from the tip of Queens to the opposite end of Suffolk County could be a three-hour trip. We're talking a rather large space.) Therefore the "islandness" of it really isn't a factor. Plus, the East River is significantly narrower than the Hudson (and it still takes forever to cross it on foot -- when we had the blackout in 03, it took us an entire hour just to get across the Queensboro.) You want to get off the one island as quickly as possible and contain the Large Evil Thing behind you.
Mostly, to cross the Hudson you're stuck with tunnels -- bad! -- or ferries -- VERY bad, considering the monster is aquatic.
Another good rule might be "Do not stop to loot large screen television sets whilst deadly monster ravages SoHo." (Of course, according to Cloverfield, only large black men -- oh and one little white guy for balance -- need to be notified of this. MY RAGE, SHE IS GREAT AND ABIDING.)
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