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Am trying to be good and avoid caffeine, but after two cups of rooibus I still feel like faceplanting into my keyboard. I had one cup of tea yesterday with caffeine in it, because I felt I 'deserved' (or needed) it if I was going to be in charge of a baggage screening station. And I found myself clutching that cup and trying to eke it out like it was pure black gold. My lifeline, my elixir. It wasn't a bad day, I had a good team and enough people to work with most of the time, and honestly not even that much work to do. We did a lot of talking about the U.S. educational system and how/why it sucks - turns out that one of our quiet coworkers has studied education and also done a round with Habitat for Humanity. We really do have such a varied group. Another coworker, Pez, told us about going to a Catholic school and how he would act up so he could be punished by being shut in the coat closet, because the coat closet was much more interesting than being in class. "Dances With Wolves" came up two independent times and we discussed why the white settlers would kill buffalo and take only the skins and tongue. I do think it's interesting how Pez will always preface comments about why it's asinine to do X with "I'm no treehugger, but..." He's obviously been in far too many places where caring about the environment or animals was sneered at.
We also heard, yet again (the 20th time for me, I think) Goldyboy's story about his cousin getting kicked in the head by the horse and having his eye pop out. (Don't worry, he shoved it back in and it was fine.) And I asked if it didn't leave a horseshoe shaped imprint, and he said yest it did, but a horse kick doesn't always, and he and the little blond horsey girl Lead who was there agreed that it could be possible to mistake a horse kick for a cudgel blow if it hit right, so Doyle may be vindicated in "Silver Blaze" after all. (My main talking point in my review of the episode I posted at GranadaSlash was that a horse-kick should be evident to horsey people.)
Okay, must pee, now. I'll leave you with my major time waster this morning: After the Fact, an E.W. Hornung story, predecessor to Raffles. Yesterday's major time waster was The Stroke of Five, also E.W. Hornung, a crazy little story and probably as dangerously homoerotic as could have been published in his day. Yeah, sure these guys are hanging out holding hands under the bridge for three hours... ETA: Warnings for non-con...?
We also heard, yet again (the 20th time for me, I think) Goldyboy's story about his cousin getting kicked in the head by the horse and having his eye pop out. (Don't worry, he shoved it back in and it was fine.) And I asked if it didn't leave a horseshoe shaped imprint, and he said yest it did, but a horse kick doesn't always, and he and the little blond horsey girl Lead who was there agreed that it could be possible to mistake a horse kick for a cudgel blow if it hit right, so Doyle may be vindicated in "Silver Blaze" after all. (My main talking point in my review of the episode I posted at GranadaSlash was that a horse-kick should be evident to horsey people.)
Okay, must pee, now. I'll leave you with my major time waster this morning: After the Fact, an E.W. Hornung story, predecessor to Raffles. Yesterday's major time waster was The Stroke of Five, also E.W. Hornung, a crazy little story and probably as dangerously homoerotic as could have been published in his day. Yeah, sure these guys are hanging out holding hands under the bridge for three hours... ETA: Warnings for non-con...?