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What’s Taboo?

At work today, the guys got on the subject of child actors and how so many of them ended up messed up. They brought up Seaquest DSV, and Jonathan Brandis from said show.

As we were talking, one of my coworkers looked him up on IMDB, and found out he died in 2003. “How?” one of my coworkers asked. “Says here, he died from injuries resulting from hanging himself.”

“Oh, so he killed himself,” one said. “Not necessarily. It just says he died from injuries from hanging himself, not that he killed himself.”

“Yeah,” I suddenly chime in out of nowhere, “it may have been auto-erotic asphyxiation.”

For some reason, everybody got all awkward after that.

Long Time No See, Old Chum

I realize that it’s been a while, but in my defense, I’ve been swamped with house sitting, work, buyingawiiandplayingitallthetime

Today while I was walking with some campers down to lunch, one little girl decided that she wanted to fill in her recently purchased (and severely misunderstood) day planner. She was happily putting little checks and exes in the boxes on the pages. Although she was, for a change, being quiet, she was walking more slowly, more slowly, more slowly. . . stopped.

I circled back, asked her to please put her little, pink book back in the bag and keep walking to lunch. She resisted, which I expected, so I politely had her hand it to me, and I put it in the bag. I also set the pen in the bag with it, and then she went ballistic.

“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”
“You can take it back out later, but now it’s time to get to lunch!”
“I know that, but my pen! MY PEN IS OPEN!”

Ladies and Gentlemen, let me tell you that to have failed to click the pen shut was the gravest of errors. Life and death may revolve around whether that pen lasts an extra day because it was clicked closed properly when laid in the bag. Nothing, not even lunch (about which this child is always especially excited), was more important than that pen being closed.

So this is my public service to you: Always remember to close your pens; your sanity may depend on it.

Sometimes even the lemonade is too sour

Today pretty much sucked. Between having a quarter-sized swathe of hair ripped out of my head and being called a troll, and other various and sundry things that I was told today, I decided that it was a fairly bad day today.

I did, however, get to see a rather funny moment at work today: ’round about time to go, I had been taking pictures in a camp that I wasn’t actually counceling for, so whenever the teacher for that camps says “all the other camps are lined up outside waiting for parents,” it wasn’t so much my problem that all the kids had their hands covered in a gooey mixture of cornstarch and water. But I did take great joy in hearing one of the councilors of that camp mutter very quietly as he passed, “Oh, God.”

Something about the look of sheer panic on his face at the sight of 12 5-7 year olds covered with this, well, goo, made my day a little brighter. Don’t get me wrong, I felt profoundly sorry for him, but I was able to enjoy the humor of that situation.