Oh, no. Not hitting on people.

Hitting people, period.

Although I'm not bad at hitting on complete strangers. Pretty easy when you're a chick. But I'm way better at beating the shit out of folk.

We all have our talents.

I'll just take notes from the educational video provided.

Remember--the opinions expressed in that video are not opinions of the management and they can make no guarantees as to outcome.

Skippity to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Trudy Booth's birthday.

I'm not going to wish her the generic "happy birthday", because I know the date is not an easy one for her, but I do wish her a wonderful year.

Happy Birthday Trudy!

I think I may have to give up the caffeine again. Even half caf/half decaf is making me a jittery mess. But I love the coffee so.

Happy Birthday Trudy!

Happy Birthday, Trudy!!

I hope that the medication works for at least a little while, ita.

Love those cat videos, Kristin!!

Since I'm sure you're all curious, it came out in 1906 (hence the ought-six part of its name), but became famous from use in WWI with the Springfield rifle by infantrymen.

If I remember my "Engineering Disasters" documentaries from History Channel right, the US infantry actually didn't use the Springfield rifle during WWI due to some bonehead in Washington realizing that they were better than anything anyone else had, so if they were taken from a dead doughboy, they would lose technological advantage. As a result, the US sent the boys over there with a vastly inferior POS rifle that blew up in their faces more than fired effective bullets into the Germans. The magazines had openings in them, allowing for dirt and mud to get into them and screwing up the bullet feed, and the recoil of the gun was known to shatter cheekbones. They had warehouses full of Springfields in the US getting rusty while they were using these things on the field.

Happy birthday Trudy!

Yes, Trudy- have a wonderful year!

The second is a faux interview: Bobo: An Intimate Portrait.

I just laughed until I cried. "stupid fucking dog!" BWAH-HA-HA-HA!

I can't believe that, once again, I am Jesse, in that I think I look good in dark colors, not light colors, but I seem to be able to do Fall colors or winter colors, as long as they are, you know, dark. I just have to change my lipstick color from "toast" to "berry".

I never was able to get a good read on the Color me Beautiful thing because I have a weird color skin, getting weirder the older I get. I am really pale, but sort of olivey, not ivory. Which makes me suspect I am a Fall. But If I let my hair go dark, I get a lot of compliments on really electric colors, and red is one of my staples, so I do not know.

Happy Birthday Trudy!

When I have pink hair I wear far more brightly coloured clothes than when I don't. Which seems a little counterintuitive, I know.

But I can only get away with orange when I'm not pink.

Happy Birthday, Trudy!