My last night of filling in at the A&E tonight.

I MIGHT get a decent night's sleep...

I saw a dog fall down.

Time for bed; perhaps I can get some extra needed sleep before work tonight.

I slept for approximately eleven hours; I needed it.

That awkward moment you watch a documentary about Antarctica and find out that the most popular food item at McMurdo is soft-serve ice cream.

Encounters at the End of the World was one of the DVDs I brought up from home and a brief mention of the Mr. Frosty machine (and how popular it is down there) wound up blowing my mind this time around. I'm not sure if it's fitting or ironic that people living in the land of ice and snow (a place where it's rare for the temperature to raise above freezing and shirtsleeves weather is astronomically rare) crave soft-serve ice cream. And no, before we make cracks about the Inuit, these are all scientists who know what it is to live in sane temperatures.

A resident at work last night asked me if I was Filipino. (My skin is on the darker side due to the time I have spent jogging under the sun.) I am not certain if the resident is racist or curious.

(July 21, 2018 at 5:34 pm)Kit Wrote: A resident at work last night asked me if I was Filipino.  (My skin is on the darker side due to the time I have spent jogging under the sun.)  I am not certain if the resident is racist or curious.

A lot of Filipinos go into nursing. That said, has the resident ever seen a Filipino? You ain't Filipino.

Discovered two things were missing: One, a pocketknife I bought at a gas station a few months before. I know for a fact that I used it earlier this week, but I can't find it anywhere. This appears to be the closest thing I can find to it. The handle looks exactly like the one I'm talking about, but the serration looks different. Second, a strap-on green LED headlamp that, in retrospect, I'm not sure I even brought up. I spent a good portion of this afternoon tearing my room, scrutinising any space it could possibly be. I also enlisted Dad in this. We had no luck with either. The most likely possibility is that A) That knife fell out of my pencil pouch where I usually keep it, B) I didn't bring up the headlamp. If not, I'm inclined to think that things really can and do just vanish (I have seen such things happen first-hand, things vanishing like something out of an episode of Bewitched), but I really want to think it was just me losing time in addition to misplacing something.

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Scratch that about the knife. It was apparently lost in the laundry. Dad found it in the bag. And here's the image for proof:



Headlamp is still MIA, but I suspect it may still be at home in Illinois anyway.

Claim tattoos and piercings as part of your religion; your employees can't discriminate against that.

(July 21, 2018 at 9:09 pm)Kit Wrote: Claim tattoos and piercings as part of your religion; your employees can't discriminate against that.

You know, maybe you can go even further; I found recently about a miniature cult that tried to build a religion around role-playing as characters from an old PS1 game. I'm not sure exactly how effective it was, because the source in question had to delete their original posts before they could finish it.