Bahahahaha. I have two daughters, they both look like me (short grey hair, squinty eyes) so you know it happens. But #2 in the search? I’m flattered.

I’ve been getting the usual interesting search requests. I guess I could do a public service and respond to them, except, eh, that’s been done. But sex between americans and europeans? How weird! Is it even possible? I mean, don’t you need an adapter? Some sort of 120/240 transformer? Some two-prong-into-three-prong thing? PAL/NTSC? Leaded-unleaded?

How should I know? And who cares, ultimately? Sex between americans and europeans, big deal. Nowadays people manage to have sex with anything.

What I find more interesting are arguments between americans and europeans. Especially after more than 20 years. I mean, in the beginning, anyone can argue. And Americans and Europeans have plenty of extra issues. But after 20 years you can either go the dysfunctional circular route, arguing about the same thing over and over and over and over. And over and over.

Or you can metaargue © Feral Living 2002. There are many kinds of metaargument. You can argue about the rules of argument, including fine points of debate, discourse and rhetoric. You can argue about metaphors:

Alpha: I can’t bear catastrophes like that plane crash where so many children our children’s age die.
Miguel: Mm hmm. It’s terrible.
Alpha: They were being rewarded for getting good grades!
Miguel: I know. [blah blah about Swiss air traffic controllers being to blame] But innocent kids die every day.
Alpha: Yes.
Miguel: And it’s everyone’s fault. We’re all involved.
Alpha: ["not again" look]
Miguel: For example, anyone who burns gasoline in their car, or heats with oil contributes to the problems in the middle east, gives incredible power to the oil companies to disrupt things there. We’re ultimately not without guilt.
Alpha: [Looks at yogurt looks at Miguel] So why don’t you take the train to work anymore?
Miguel: I got tired of getting bronchitis in the winter. I’m part of the problem. We all are. We’re all flies caught in the gigantic spiderweb of evil.
Alpha: Uh-uh. We’re the spiderweb. The children are the flies.
Miguel: And George Bush is the spider. Him and the rest. No, we’re all the flies.
Alpha: No, we’re the web, connecting everything. Fly-die, hey it rhymes.
Miguel: Fly.
Alpha: Web.
[etc etc]

Kids: try this at home when you run out of things to argue about.

[ps I also notice FL is #1 in this yahoo search for "cunigulis". Must get spell-checker.]