I detest this holiday. With a passion.
The Declaration of Independence, I love. Our national habit of celebrating it with munitions? Not so much.
You see, I have had, my entire life, a thoroughgoing phobia regarding loud noises. Dick Cheney was directly responsible for my worst episode. Went to a naval commissioning at which he was also present. The Vice President gets a 19 gun salute. We were seated underneath the CARRIER'S CANNONS. I and every five-year-old in a ten mile radius were in tears. Last year I did my decannual "Brave Little Soldier" Thing and actually stood outside my backdoor and watched the Columbia fireworks over the lake. Not this year. This year it will be me, the cats, and any small children in the vicinity under the bed.
And who the hell thought that selling fireworks to inner city youths was a good idea?! Who thinks that fireworks in untrained-and-very-possibly-drunken hands is a good idea period?!
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The Declaration of Independence, I love. Our national habit of celebrating it with munitions? Not so much.
You see, I have had, my entire life, a thoroughgoing phobia regarding loud noises. Dick Cheney was directly responsible for my worst episode. Went to a naval commissioning at which he was also present. The Vice President gets a 19 gun salute. We were seated underneath the CARRIER'S CANNONS. I and every five-year-old in a ten mile radius were in tears. Last year I did my decannual "Brave Little Soldier" Thing and actually stood outside my backdoor and watched the Columbia fireworks over the lake. Not this year. This year it will be me, the cats, and any small children in the vicinity under the bed.
And who the hell thought that selling fireworks to inner city youths was a good idea?! Who thinks that fireworks in untrained-and-very-possibly-drunken hands is a good idea period?!
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Find your 42nd entry ever. Yes, this may require some counting and basic math. Deal with it.
Link to that entry in a new entry. This is the meaning of your life.
Apparently, my life's meaning involves dust allergies, moving, and a lot of parentheticals. Not too surprisiing, actually.
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Date: 2007-07-03 03:29 am (UTC)From:You and Zorro should hang out. You would have much to discuss regarding loud noises and the banning thereof. (He is very polite with cats.)
I think most unscrupulous fireworks merchants--i.e., pretty much all of them--think it's a great idea to sell fireworks to anyone with a pulse. It's having them in their own neighborhoods that's a bad idea. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT THE TWO WERE RELATED?
I'm from NH, home of Atlas Fireworks, where there are many places to purchase fireworks. It's also illegal to possess them/set them off if you're not a licensed dealer-type-person in most towns, but again, it seems no one in charge has made that connection. Here in MA, I'm pretty sure the neighborhood kids (and parents) just drive ten minutes north to NH to get their fireworks, and set them off for a couple of weeks around the fourth. These people suck.
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Date: 2007-07-03 03:34 am (UTC)From:Let him know there's always plenty of room under the bed! Hm. Maybe we should organize. Maybe the Brotherhood of Under the Bed.
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Date: 2007-07-03 03:38 am (UTC)From:At all other times of loud noises and anxiety, he prefers On The Coffee Table. I'm not sure what's so great about that location, but he was on there for about twenty minutes last night during a thunderstorm.
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Date: 2007-07-03 03:51 am (UTC)From:At any rate--Poor Zorro!
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Date: 2007-07-03 03:57 am (UTC)From:Almost hate to say it but....
Date: 2007-07-03 05:09 am (UTC)From:Nope, nope nope. You made me a promise there lil' missy. You are going to the roof. Don't worry you'll be good and drunk before you get there and you'll have a wonderful time. Trust me. (insert big Sh*t eating grin here)
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Date: 2007-07-03 10:58 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-07-04 02:42 pm (UTC)From: