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beboots ([personal profile] beboots) wrote2009-06-16 08:16 pm

You may not feel outstandingly robust...

"You may not feel oustandingly robust, but if you are an average-sized adult you will contain within your modest frame no less than 7 x 1018 joules of potential energy - enough to explode with the force of thirty very large hyrdogen bombs, assuming you knew how to liberate it and really wished to make a point."
-Bill Bryson, on the meaning of E=mc2, A Short History of Nearly Everything

(one of the most interesting paragraphs I've read today)


Mysterious Plant by ~Beboots on deviantART

So... what have I been up to?

Mainly working and doing errands. But as you can see from my previous post, work = lulz. :) I've been reading the abovementioned book, which has the distinction of being the only media that has made me actually interested in science in any capacity since Bill Nye the Science Guy. (For the unitiated, here is an example episode of a show that consumed my childhood along with the Magic School Bus: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ag6rcM9V-U ) Everyone my age who grew up in North America can sing the theme song, or at least recognize it, I swear.

In any case... yesterday, on my first day off, I went out to Fabricland with Ashley on a whim, and we bought patterns and fabric and have half-finished floor-length cloaks on our hands. With lining. <3

I've also jumped through hoops to get my passport renewed. I swear, Passport Canada should really make passports expire every ten years, like the rest of the world, and not put us through such trials and tribulations every five. D:

I've also discovered that I really like Canadian government buildings, especially ones built to be impressive like Canada Place in Edmonton. (Does every large Canadian city have a Canada Place?) I feel comfortable around the familiar bilingual signs - it made me feel at home, even when visiting the Canadian Embassy in Tokyo a few years ago. :) It makes me feel calm and patriotic. Maybe they put something in the air...? ;)

I'm also planning on posting a long Temeraire fic idea soon. It's probably not going to get written out in full, but it's essentially the plan for a novel-length fanfic. I wrote it over the course of three hours or so, after ruminating on it for a week.

This post came out much less enthusiastic than I wanted to, but that's probably because I'm wilting from the heat. D: It's been like above 20C every day this week, and when you're working out in the sun, running hand-cranked rides or even just talking with people... it saps your energy.

[identity profile] beboots.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
That is pretty darn awesome, I have to say. :D My dad likes collecting some war memorabillia as well - mostly actual firearms. He does do a lot of hunting and shooting competitions and things, so he has quite a (working) collection. He only has a couple bayonets, but has several rifles from the First and Second World Wars (mostly American firearms).

My favourite is an Australian hunting rifle (designed for killing rabbits) from the early 1900s - it has a kangaroo engraved on the barrel. :D

Anyway... I can't think of any more super-duper amazing relative stories to tell you. I don't know my extended family very well, more's the pity. :(

[identity profile] anyjen.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
That sounds pretty cool... but dangerous. I mean, bayonets can be pretty dangerous even when not charged...

Still, that's awesome. The Australian hunting rifle sounds particularly great. My dad used to have an antique rifle for hunting rabbits, too, but it was damaged and wouldn't fire anymore. Apparently one of his uncles used to charge it with cartridges emptied and refilled with salt... he says it was one very effective way to keep trespassers out of his property. Getting a shot of salt won't hurt you (much), but it will sting pretty darn bad...

I know a lot of stories about my extended family (though I can't recall exact names or dates) ...Italian descended, remember? "the family together" is the root of all Italian beliefs, and that implies gossiping with gusto about everyone that shares your blood. My late grandma would always have a particularly juicy repertoire. Whether all of it was true is highly debatable, but she never let that stop her. XD