Hi Honey, I'm home:
This doesn't actually apply to you, Brewnog. I'm sure that you're a very nice guy, but you're probably way too ugly for me. Anyhow, I'm back from darts. Who invented that stupid game anyway? Must have been some medieval archer with nothing better to do. (Alright, I know that's how it started, but it still looks good as an excuse.) It's 3:15 am my time, so you're all probably asleep now. That should put us at an intellectual equilibrium. I'm going to give you a bit of background so that you know what youre getting into by welcoming me. I have pretty much no formal education. I blame that on the Ontario school system. As a for instance: for a grade 9 Tech History project, I detailed the development of, and how to build, a simple Little Boy type atomic bomb. I got a "D", with a teacher's comment in the margin that said "where did you copy this from?" This from a teacher who, if he had 3 more functional brain cells hooked together, could be a plant. Three years later in chemistry class, I submitted "nuclear rocket fuel" as a use for hydrogen (I was seriously investigating the NERVA and KIWI projects at the time). Guess what the reaction to that was, since I didn't mention peanut butter or margarine, the hydrogenation thereof having been in the textbook.
Enough of that for now. Leave it suffice to be said that this is the first time since my membership in a long-defunct SF club called DEC in Calgary that I've had the opportunity to converse with others who live with one foot in the Twilight Zone.
Now, can someone tell me, what the hell is a "brewnog"? I like to have some idea of who my friends are. It suggests a beer-oriented lifestyle to me. Bravo! (Unless it's that warm English swill.)
Okay, now it's 3:40 am, and I have to get up in 3 hours to go to work. Damn you addictive site-mates. (Probably not appropriate. What's the audience demographic here?) I apologize if minors are reading.
I am in fact, at this point, somewhat inebriated, so please bear with my rambling. The one primary reason cited in North America for lefties having a higher mortality or injury rate is that the world is biased against them. A lot of everyday items that are designed for a right-hander can be dangerous or even fatal for a southpaw. I can use scissors with either hand, but left-handed takes a lot more effort because I have to actively force the blades together rather than letting natural torque do it for me. If your life depends upon firearms, a right-ejecting pistol can really mess up your form. One of the first things that you're taught in pilot training is to dive right if there's any chance of a collision. Same for cars in North America, where we drive on the right side of the road. [I will put in some geographical googaws here; although I was born and initially raised in and around Calgary, I got Shanghaied to the Windsor area about 35 miles SE of Detroit in '65. The ditches in Essex County are about 10' wide and 12' deep. (Land is too valuable to make it safe.) The first accident that I saw there involved a friend who hit the ditch at about 40mph in pre-seat belt days. A beautiful girl turned into hamburger in milliseconds.] Were it not for the bias toward turning right in an emergency, that wouldn't have happened. A veer to the left would have saved her features. (She didn't expire anyway, but it took a lot of surgery to make her aesthetically pleasing again.) Being ambidextrous is a bit of a saving factor, as far as I'm concerned. In a plane, I would still always dive starboard because it's international standard practice. In anything else, whichever way is safest is how to go. A leftie would probably have less difficulty overcoming instinct to veer left than would a non-sinister fellow. I don't know how that would relate to those who choose to drive on the other side of the road.
Okay, I'm outta here. As much as I hate to admit it, at my age I need the couple of hours of sleep that I can eke out tonight. Thanx again for inviting me in. I'm sure that you'll live to regret it. Goodnight, all.