Stick
Like the Ninja from Daredevil, and it ties into the canine part as dog is cane in Italian.
Was Stick a ninja? I thought he wasn't part of the Hand. Going to have to look that up now.
Stick
Like the Ninja from Daredevil, and it ties into the canine part as dog is cane in Italian.
And, on a related note, it always bugs me when people say, "oh, the Native Americans were so in tune with nature," or whatever.
Zanz, you clearly cant be a z word if you can run.
Was Stick a ninja? I thought he wasn't part of the Hand. Going to have to look that up now.
Not all the ninjas in Marvel are from The Hand (IIRC, his clan was their deadly enemies - or something). I know he was the one who trained Elektra, though that might or might not be discontinuity by now... *sigh* Marvel really, really sucks these days.
Wow. I didn't know my rant would spar such a discussion.
I actually like venison too. A lot. My dad hunts. I have no issues with people doing it. If we didn't, the deer population would be out of control. I just can't do it myself.
I just don't care for the hunting shows. Mostly, because the guys act like anyone has the opportunity take down 20 point bucks, when reality they hunt on managed lands where these deer are essentially raised. In a sense it's cheating. So the macho posturing is a bit ridiculous.
As somone who regularly has a herd of 8-10 deer wander through her yard...
...I'm all for keeping the population down. I wish there were a good way to do that in my neighborhood.
Actually it *is* more of a shamble, but that's because I had the toenail on my big toe removed via pliers last week. Actually, it's kind of a cool story (obfuscated for the squeamish): about two-three months ago I was opening a heavy door really fast and caught my big toenail, and bent it backwards. That *really* hurt. But although it cut up my toe really badly, and turned all kinds of ugly colors, it never actually fell off. Anyhow, about two weeks ago I bumped the toe on something else, not hard at all, and it cracked about 80% of the way across horizontally, right near the base. This also hurt, but not nearly as much as I would have expected. However, over the course of the next week, I kept catching it on things -- my blankets at night, etc. -- and that wasn't pleasant, so I gave up and went to the doc to have them numb up the toe and then just yank it the rest of the way. Turns out that when I first bent it back, I must have shifted the toenail slightly out of the toenail shaft (where your toenail grows from) and a second toenail started growing in beneath it. So that was why the old one was weak enough to break, and why it didn't hurt as much as it should have, because I've got a little baby toenail there already.
But yeah, I'm not walking as quickly as usual
And Zanz, that's pretty epicly owie. I have a similarly odd story of how I lost my right big toenail. I just have a lump of whatever that nail-like stuff that grows under your nail.
One day I had to get a pedicure for my sisters wedding. I explained to the lady, a family friend, that I had no nail. It was just polished down the best I could. Nonsense she said, it's ingrown (because the flesh and the end were really close together??) and jammed some tool under my non-nail. I told her off. What idiot assumes I didn't know my nail had fallen the hell off. And technically I peeled parts off slowly. Geeze.
anybody up??
and ohmagawsh - what's with England under water?!
That akward moment when a foreigner knows more about what's going on in your country than you do...and ohmagawsh - what's with England under water?! All the flooding and the trains and such? (I follow BBC news on Twitter...don't ask why. I don't have to asplain.)