~SchrodingersFox

So maybe three people reliably read this. That's okay, they get cool stuff no one else does. Anyways.

I just saw someone pointing out the origins of the phrase "Rule of Thumb" for like the billionth time and making a comment on how wonderful it is. Why yes, it is an old English law stating that you could beat your wife with nothing thicker than your thumb. Sounds pretty horrible, right? But let's think about why that law would even exist. Maybe because husbands are beating their wives to death with table legs and clubs? One of the implications of this is that it allowed the authorities to punish those who needed to be behind bars, relative to the times and social mores. Another is that women were being beaten less severely. Which is a step in the right direction.

Should I go on about Hammurabi while I'm here?



Meh. You all know about that anyways.

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AND HE'S FUCKING CRAZY. No seriously. Here's what I managed to scribble down after my sister and I ran out of the store. Also, the conversation really is this one-sided.

(So, normally people have a sort of socially indoctrined greeting, or at least the tone. Tom walks up as I'm sitting in the Manga/RPG section of Borders and starts talking like it's the middle of the conversation.)

"Hey, is that a good series?"
"Uhh, no. This is an RPG; Shadowrun."
"Ohh... Cool. Yeah, I thought you were reading a series, but yeah. Do you go to OSU?"
"Umm, yeah."
"My friends and I played these roleplaying games and like, acted out our characters, and named our weapons... I'm 28, though I don't look it. I believe, that to really achieve something you need to work at it, like when I was working on MySpace you really need to devote yourself to it. I'm very artistic, and I get that from my father's side of the family. My dad was from a different time, like when you would give a man a chance and then judge whether or not he's a bad seed, you know?"
"Uh-huh."
"But no, I'm not like that. I believe that people are people. Like, if a person is being evil, then I won't hesitate to stand up for what's right. Like this guy in Africa, right? This dictator [someone-or-other] is getting all of the African-Americans, I mean, native Africans selling the hands and feet of apes, you know about that?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Isn't that sick? Those sickos; and they only pay the women a dollar a day. If I ever met one, I'd..." *fisticuff gesture* "And they get away with it too, those sons of b-...jackasses. Well, not really; karma gets everyone in the end I mean. Like how they caught Saddam Hussein, you know? They got him in an underground bunker. Like the kind from WWII. 'Duck and cover!' Like that's really gonna help in a nuclear blast. It'll just burn you to death. You know what happens right, the nuclear sciences? All the bonds in the molecules break apart, just slices right through them."
"Yeah, no good." (This is about the part where I start praying for Hannah to call, or my sister to come over, or maybe for the earth to come and swallow him.)
"Are you Native American?"
"Umm, Japanese."
"Ohh, what part of Japan? Like Hiroshima- No, Hiroshima and Nagasaki were bombed, blown off the map. I'm sorry, didn't mean to bring that up."
"Uh, no trouble. Dad's from Alaska and Mom's from Maryland."
"Oh, cool, does he speak any Alaskan Native Language?"
"No, but a bit of Japanese."
[Cue twenty minute diatribe on the importance of learning about other cultures, for the expounded reason of "I failed my Social Studies section of my GED so now I'm studying for it by reading NeoGeo and other people are people too and did you know that we can learn a lot from other cultures?" Oh, and something about "I don't like those Islamic extremists; they're not my friends."]
"So, where do you live? In the dorms or..."
*I gesture in the vauge direction of north*
"Apartment?"
"Yeah."
"What was your name again?"
"I didn't give it, and it's Saelio."
"Saelius? Cool. My name is Thomas."
*handshake*

[Cue Danielle coming over and rescuing me. We all but run out of Borders and do in fact run when we're out of it.] Also, apparently he has a developmental defect, "It was the doctor's fault; I wasn't a C-section like I should have been, so I got stuck and got deprived of oxygen for a few minutes." I would have tried to stick this back into the log, but I really have no idea where it would have gone.

So apparently he lives in Albany and just chills in Corvallis. And I so loved hanging out in Borders.

I want that hour of my life back.

Vauge spoiler warning.


None of you bastards ever told me that the original series had a happy ending. Now, as for End of Evangelion, that is deserved. Oh Rei...

What the shit happened to my dA?

It'd be cool if you guys announced this sort of thing.