When I lived in San Diego, I dated a Marine Officer for a while who had recently done a tour in Iraq. We were at a Padres game and when the fireworks went off, she got pretty spooked. She had forewarned me, and had processed her experiences enough to intellectualize the whole thing. It was interesting to watch the simultaneous emotional and rational reaction to a stimulus. She didn't need a yard sign - the height of lame, IMO.
I wonder if the writers from the various satirical sites get together for an annual drink-ex. That's a party I want to be at.
I wonder if the writers from the various satirical sites get together for an annual drink-ex. That's a party I want to be at.