The Intern

OK, so there is a new intern at work that sits behind me. She is very polite and seems to be doing a great job with the endless piles of shit that are being casually tossed her direction, but she sits behind me. At my place of employment we don't have proper cubicles like the rest of enslaved officer workers in America. We have half cubicles that only rise about four feet. Just high enough that if your sitting down no one knows if you have pants on or not. I don't know if they just forgot to order the top halves or if they are lost in our warehouse but I don't like it.

Its like spending the entire day on public transportation, or trying to actually study in a library. Execpt no one sits next to me to tell me about their family history or the number of pet mice they have along with the family history of the mice.

I should have been a Forrest Ranger.

The nearest run thing you ever saw in your life

Today is an epic day in history. On June 18th, 1815 at about 7:30 Napoleon Bonaparte sent in his Imperial Guard against The Duke of Wellington in a last desperate effort to achieve victory.

Well, it didn't work out for the Ogre of Europe, which I personally think was the best thing for everyone involved. Especially this guy.

I bet that hat is really uncomfortable in July and August.

Here is a link some rare photos of Grande Armee.
http://dl.lib.brown.edu/libweb/collections/askb/veterans.php

Chickens

Ever so often I have a crazy idea that won't go away until I try it out. History has taught me that these ideas seldom work out. Lately I have been plagued with the idea of raising backyard chickens. Last night I went to a chicken raising class. It was pretty good. About half way through I looked around at the bizarre collection of weirdos that are attracted to a chicken raising class and suddenly realized I might be one of these people.

The jokes that were made were some of the most awkward I have heard in my life. I would repeat them but don't wish to subject you, dear reader, to that sort of abuse.

Yet despite the fact I may become a "Chicken" person, that raising chickens will increase my work load, and it will never be cheaper than just buying eggs, I can't seem to shake the idea.

Fanny Packs

Sometimes I wish it was socially acceptable to wear a fanny pack. I was wrestling my kids the other day and landed on my keys. It really hurt. I guess you just don't really appreciates something until it is gone.

Then again looking at some of the photos on the following link makes me reconsider my position.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/awesomer/42-awkward-fanny-pack-photos-cci

Tenting Tonight on the Old Camp Ground

For the past five years I have been spending Memorial Day out at Camp Floyd doing the Civil War thing. There year was one of the best. Here is why.

1. I didn't say anything stupid or crazy that got reported in a local Newspaper. I know I mentioned Bringham Young at least once, so thank you reporter for ignoring it.
2. Learned that I have a friend who is a real pagan. We exchanged energy, and yes I am still a little uncomfortable with it.
3. Traded a vest for an excellent reproduction of a John Brown Pike. http://www.kshs.org/cool3/pike.htm
4. Got some fine madder red to make a 3rd Regiment of Foot Coat for the bargain price of $30.00.
5. Found out my sister and her family are returning to my home state. I got the news via phone call while I was in the middle of a musket presentation to some boy scouts. If you are one of those boy scouts I apologize for just suddenly wondering off mid sentence. To be fair your Scout Master kept interrupting with incorrect historical information.