When I was in highschool, and my lil'bro was in sixth or seventh grade, he decided a little show and tell would be cool. This involved a bb gun. Kids on the bus reported him, he and Dad had a wonderful bonding experience at the gun range as part of the community service and gun safety. I don't know what that would have looked like today, but it wouldn't have been pretty.
I once brought a hunting knife to school as a prop in my mafioso-styled interpretation of the Roman Dictator Sulla. The teacher was a bit alarmed when I produced it, but nothing went any further.
CJ took his grandfather's Vietnam era Bowie knife to school earlier this year. He talked to his teacher about it before hand. Took it straight to the school office for them to keep until the class where he was sharing it and returned it to the office directly after. Wasn't an issue at all. Kinda surprised me actually.
i've lost formatting. what happened?
Oh, good, I was afraid it was just me.
I tried to move some stuff, am now untrying. But there's a lag of maybe ten minutes.
I'm back to normal, ftr.
You know what I mean, the pixels are lighting up more or less as I expect.
There's nothing worse than realizing you've reverted to an ugly font.
West Point is so pretty in the fall, what with the scenery and the leaves turning and the put-together young people. I'm just saying.
According to my brother, though, in the winter, they don't get the winter blues, they get the winter greys, because the clothes are grey, the buildings are grey, the snow is grey, the river is grey, the food is grey... everything is grey, grey, grey.
On the other hand, the museum has some really nifty implements of torture throughout the ages.
Random announcement: You know how there are some books you loved and cherished as a kid and read over and over until you knew not only the rhythms of the language but the very shapes of the letters on each page, and you go back to them as an adult and... there's still a there there, but it is badly diminished?
Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH
is NOT one of those books. I picked it up on a whim at Goodwill a couple of weeks ago, picked it up this morning on another whim, and now cannot put it down. It just... it's making me so deeply happy just now.
