Remember me. I lived.
This is why I carve my name into the sidewalk every time I pass a square of wet cement. I want the archaeologists of 3000 AD to find it.
See, this is why I prefer to just call back later instead. I've heard my own voice on an answering machine, and no matter how slowly and clearly I speak, I sound like a chimpanzee on helium.
Not entirely sure if voicemail makes EVERYBODY sound like that, or if that's what my voice is like all the time... if the latter, I must be surrounded by some very patient and forgiving people :D
Why is it commonly considered that you have to keep a concussed person awake for a very long time? If this is not actually true, how did the misconception come about?
But maybe the zombies aren't the true monsters...
Jim @ #49: Aha! Thank you for resolving this little mystery!
But why did they think smallpox immunizations were still necessary in 1990 if it's been extinct that long?
Laura @ #50: That's a little scary, because something called The Plague is going around campus right now and I have it (along with, well, everyone)... but on the other hand I am not coughing nearly hard enough to break my ribs, and nobody is collapsing in the halls. I rather suspect it's just a bad cold coupled with the worse-than-a-preschool contagiousness of dorm life.
Forgot to mention, I was born in 1990, so hopefully the obscure vaccination scars can't be too obscure...
Hmmm... Two questions occurred to me as I was reading this thread...
1. I have a little white scar on my left arm, the circumference of about a pencil eraser or a bit smaller, that my mother told me was from "getting your baby shots". She also has two similar but larger scars, more like the size of a penny each, that she said were from the same thing. I asked about this when I was around five years old and haven't really thought about it until now, but it occurs to me now that the only other people I've seen with these are my sister, aunt, uncle, and one or two of my uncle's friends-- AKA people born after 1960 in the former USSR. (I don't know whether my grandparents have these scars.)
So: what was the difference between USSR and American vaccinations that caused this? We moved here when I was 14 months old, so that rules out only one or two vaccines as specific causes... Was it some kind of additive maybe, or really thick needles???
2. If the chicken pox vaccine was only approved in 1995, that means I had already entered the public school system and had all my required shots at least by the previous year. I am quite sure that I was never vaccinated for it later on... I don't mean to overreact, but how likely am I to get chicken pox as an adult?!
Annie G. @ 26:
You got it! And now I am off to watch the BBC TV movies on Netflix... *gigantic grin*
And yours is Qnepl, isn't it? Last week's inexplicable fit of reading everything Wnar Nhfgra ever wrote seems to have paid off...
I didn't know it at the time, but my life was saved because someone threw away a newspaper.
Some unknown person, to whom I suppose I must be eternally grateful (yes, another of those), sat on a bench, read the interesting parts of this fateful newspaper, then removed the sections they considered extraneous and wandered away.
The wind flipped a few pages back and forth, one of which caught the eye of a passerby, who leaned forward to read the headline more closely.
"Say, old boy!" he remarked to his companion. "This looks like another one for you..."
On occasion I wonder why all the important events in my life happen in a manner that, if I found myself writing such a scene, I would white it out and search for something a little less trite. But on reflection, it is probably another of the endless list of things I ought to be grateful for.
[I haven't written anything, much less fanfic, for years, so please excuse me for screwing up this character's voice... If you don't get it, here's a hint: rttf, obyfurivxf, pbyyrtr erhavbaf, bu zl!]
Xopher @ 11:
Thanks! And you can make as many bad puns as you like, I've probably made them all myself already. I cannot resist the Imp of the Perverse when it comes to puns. The more groan-inducing, the better!
I wonder if anyone here has had their life changed by a really awful pun...
On Monday I convinced myself that people do NOT automatically want me to go away when they see me, and very bravely hung out with my dorm-mates for a few hours.
It's not very profound, but it's a huge step for me.
(And just now as I was typing this, my roommate knocked on my door and told me about a party later tonight! Again, doesn't sound like much, but it is, because somebody remembers I exist!)
I especially like Obama's placid expression--
Obama: "Hmm, well, glad that's over... let's see, what's for dinner..."
McCain: "BLAAAAAAAARGH!"
Nicole @ 36:
Maybe she never learned to drive for the same reason as me-- she's lived in cities with good public transportation systems all her life.
(Though if she hasn't, then yes, you're right, that is exceedingly weird.)
My mother laughs when she hears about this kind of thing, because she grew up in the USSR, but I don't think it's funny at all. And I do agree with her that it isn't nearly as bad as it could be-- but that's now. When I am her age, it will be that bad, and there won't be anywhere to run.
I only wish I knew what I could do to stop it, besides signing petitions and such. I'll be old enough to vote this year, but that doesn't mean much, especially if the state I go to college in has electronic voting machines...
As for what they teach you in public schools: I thought I'd been brainwashed pretty thoroughly when I was a kid, but this made me wonder if I was hallucinating or something (unfortunately, other people heard this too, so it was real). The last time I saw my cousins, I asked the nine-year-old if she knew what the 1st Amendment was. "It's, like, um... well, the Founding Fathers, they voted on what you're not allowed to say, and that's what it is, right?"
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