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To: Crocodile who wrote (49403)	4/19/2000 9:33:00 AM
From: nihil	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

BTW, remind me never to go canoeing with you... (-:

To: Crocodile who wrote (49403)	4/19/2000 9:46:00 AM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

<<I haven't done this yet, but the temptation to give someone a good thwack on the old bean with my paddle blade can get pretty damned strong after a couple of hours of pesky chatter...>> You have to use a vertical chop on that. If you swing from the side you run a risk of tipping the canoe.

To: Crocodile who wrote (49403)	4/19/2000 10:28:00 AM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

If we ever go canoing together, please remind me that you don't like chattering. As you can probably imagine, I love to chatter. Perhaps a muzzle?

To: Crocodile who wrote (49403)	4/19/2000 6:38:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I think that the trips that have almost qualified as hellish for me are the ones where I've brought along a passenger who keeps yattering away about politics or some other annoying topic.... ANYtime that happens makes me thwackish. (Look out, Ish!)Yattering is a terrible thing. Although I am quite capable of yatter, I try to confine it to special circumstances and people who love me anyway. I went to Hassan, my Iranian one name hairstylist today and there was someone yattering next to us. On and on about the stupidest stuff and her opinions on everything and she was so dumb-- -- I wanted to scream- WE! DONT! CARE!. But I didn't. Instead I made the mistake of saying that I felt frustrated by my hair and wanted something different for summer. And now I have one inch of hair. Really. He cut it with a razor blade all over my head. One inch. He called it the Sharon Stone look. Which might be nice if I LOOKED like Sharon Stone. But I look more like Vanessa Redgrave in that Holocaust movie when she sang Un Bel Di transposed for a tenor. Ammo said, wow- your hair looks--short. I am hoping he took off about a pound of hair. I have to lose 20 pounds by Friday. If he cut off enough hair, I only have 19 to go.

To: Crocodile who wrote (49403)	4/20/2000 5:42:00 AM
From: Dayuhan	Respond to of 71178

I haven't done this yet, but the temptation to give someone a good thwack on the old bean with my paddle blade can get pretty damned strong after a couple of hours of pesky chatter... I've been known to chatter on occasion, but never while paddling. There are less intrusive devices than a thwacking, though. An "accidental" dig at the water, giving the person a thorough soaking, does wonders to change the subject. Yesterday I brought Joey and 6 of his friends up to a river where we paddle a lot. It's dry season, so there was no paddling, but there's still running water, and there is a big, deep, clear pool, with high rocks and three levels of jumping, the highest a good 30 feet. I've never seen so many boys in the air at one time. Needless to say, a good time was had by all.