10-Oct-2006

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Ah, yes, the moment you've all been waiting for.  Question day is upon us.  So, without further ado, here I go:
Ok, my favorite part? Your reference to how a good movie-watching partner does NOT look over at you during every single funny/sad/touching/nose-picking moment in the movie! This is a definite pet peeve of mine------is it another faction of our only-child-syndrome???  
--Farrah
 
The short answer to this question is yes, it is another faction of our Only Child Syndrome.  But when have I ever given a short answer, Farrah?  For those of you who are not familiar with Only Child Syndrome, it is a disease that affects only children (duh), and symptoms include the following:  needing to be the center of attention, yet shirking the spotlight in a way that is both charming and passive aggressive; being incapable of establishing healthy relationships except in the rarest of cases; returning home from your first year of college only to discover that your parents have forgotten to stock your bathroom with toilet paper, then having a hysterical crying fit because clearly your existence has ceased to matter; insisting your mother peel your grapes before you even consider eating them; and, of course, not wanting to share an emotional reaction with someone else in a movie theatre because this is YOUR MOVIE, goddamnit, made for you, to be judged by you.  Because YOU are all that matters.  And Sam Mendes knows it.  
 
 
I've got a question for you: how do hawks mate? Don't know the answer? Find it for inquiring minds who MUST know...ready...go!
--Cliffhanger
 
Let me just preface this answer by saying that Cliffhanger and I had this figured out yesterday, so I'm kind of cheating.  How did we find out, you ask?  Three words:  Hawk.  Sex.  Google.  Three more words:  Staff Writer's computer.
 
And I think it's much funnier to let our email discussion speak for itself. 
 
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From:  Melissa
To:  Cliffhanger
 
I wasn't sure whether or not this would be work appropriate...
 
 
 
For those of you not opening the link, it's a picture of two hawks doing it. 
 
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From:  Cliffhanger
To:  Melissa
 
Muah ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA. HAAAAAAAAAA. HAAAA. HA.
Ha. HA. Ha.

I mean, I pictured it in my head, but it was awkward (mechanically, of
course). And yes, it is damn awkward. Doesn't look like much fun at all.
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From:  Melissa
To:  Cliffhanger

Actually, I've tried it, and it's a lot of fun.  Somewhat foul, but fun.  Ha.  Ha.  Ha. 

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From:  Cliffhanger
To:  Melissa
 
It's not hawk porn. THAT's what I'm interested in.
 
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From:  Melissa
To:  Cliffhanger
 
 
Hawk porn. 
 
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From:  Cliffhanger
To:  Melissa
 
Now I'm obsessed with how un-fun hawk sex really is. I mean, supposedly they mate for life. If a man jumped on my back as I balanced tenuously on a rail/wire/branch and did a couple quick jabs with no cuddling, I don't think I'd defend communal territory. Especially if after successful copulation I have to pop out multiple eggs. Like birthing a watermelon, people!
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And I think that's all there is to say/see about hawk mating.  Everyone please thank Cliffhanger for her inquiring dirty mind.
 
I promise to answer some more questions tomorrow, but right now, I need a turkey sandwich and some apple juice.  Because I'm five.

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