Echo-niner
Echo-niner
Echo-niner

Being submissive to the whims of violent, aggressive men is foolish. I would rather die fighting or trying to escape than hoping my attacker has mercy on me. After reading your treaty on how to surrender, I am appalled that you think this is good advice.

I'm a physician and I think super glue is a much better product for skin reapproximation than the products we actually use in the ER. One caveat: keep the glue out of the wound itself, that creates a barrier that prevents healing. You just want the glue on the skin surface only.

That is one of the saddest, most wasteful, shameful, shameful things I have seen in a while. And I live in North Carolina, so that's saying something.

I wrote a Rx for this about 3 days ago for a lady with benign paroxysmal positional vertigo. (The Epley maneuver helped, but did not quell completely.) It's a pretty useful med.

How is a fat girl like a GoPed?

Shockingly......Cary, NC. Suburb of Raleigh.

I have a distinct memory, probably my earliest memory, from when I was three and I was swimming in Biscayne Bay and right around sunset the moon was coming up and the sheer size and brightness of it was impressive enough to burn itself permanently into my synapses. Perhaps it was a supermoon?

Where I live, BMWs are a dime a dozen. The vast majority are driven by middle-aged women in business attire. They drive very politely while they yak away on their phones. And then there's me, slaving away day after day to keep up the cliche of the douche-y BMW driver.

'The Bells' is quite possibly one of the coolest poems I've ever read, it has this internal racing rhythm the makes the reader plow along at sub-light speed. I literally can't read it slowly, it forces you along, faster and faster in certain sections.

One of my fondest game worlds was STALKER.

Every sperm is sacred.

Ditto. My wife was not a gamer, but I got her to take up playing co-op games with me. ONLY co-op. It works out really well, I just wish there were more co-op games. We are an amazing L4D team though.

I would also point at our unusual noses. Most primates, the nostrils go straight into the head. We have a "hooded"nose, with downward facing nostrils. This is a great way to keep water from pouring into your nose-holes, make a 90 turn so that you trap air. Also the "grain" or pattern of what hair we do have on our

Nope, it's because if you are a woman of childbearing age you could be pregnant. (I can't even begin to tell you how many immaculate conceptions I've been privy to.)

I really like this idea overall, but I think I would ditch the poncho and just go with a scrap piece of Tyvek - I dumpster dive at construction sites for this material, it's basically a goretex for your house, really metallic and crinkly when you first get it, but softens up after a few runs through a washing machine.

I hate hearing these kind of stories. I HATE HATE HATE hearing stories about people in my profession being dismissive snobs.

I am from Southwest Arkansas/East Texas and yes, Winter's Bone was about as authentic a film as I have ever seen about that part of the world. I was one of those oddball kids that never fit in and ended up leaving and getting an advanced adjumacation. Recently I went home for the first time in a decade or so after

Not to be a naysayer, but how to you keep water from leaking in from the hood opening?

Not in North Cackalackee. We print out all Rx on magic blue paper that I presume is supposed to be tamper-resistant. For non-controlled substances the auto-sig is sufficient, for scheduled substances a hand-signature is needed as well as the DEA number. And NC is hardly a cutting-edge place, so I presume other locales