Beaver Hunting in the Next Dimension
Okay, leadership meeting today (the first important thing I did today- the internet wasn't up until after 6:00 and I've been BORED all day until the leadership meeting, which was awesome): There was volleyball, abusing people on top of the playhouse, a squirtgun fight, lots of eating, and even some actual leadership work.
Afterward I went Beaver Hunting. I have confirmed MORE BEAVERS! Tomorrow at the Car Wash, after 3:00, I'm taking one of the other people who are staying the whole time and I'm going Beaver Hunting, to get ACTUAL good pictures of the beavers. Here are some others I've confirmed:
-the Normal Beaver, at the E. 35 on-ramp and N. Fairfield intersection
-the Justice (?) Beaver, in front of the post office
-the Patriotic (?) Beaver, also in front of the post office
-the Flagger Beaver, in fron tof the mall
Any more out there? Someone thinks there's one in front of the high school, but I don't know.
OK, onto the relevance of this update. I had a revelation this morning, on another dimension. I suppose it is the fifth, because the fourth would be time, right? So, whatever this dimension is, it goes by many names. The Fifth Dimension, the Sock Dimension, or, in my case, the Swiss Cheese Dimension. Why? It's a dimension with a lot of holes. A lot of holes in and out of this dimension (or these three dimensions?). Anyway, it's where all the lost things go. There's a lot of socks there, but not many pairs. Basically, things go in that dimension, through a hole, and they get stuck on the plane. if they're lucky, they leave again, but there's more planar area than hole lack of area, so not many things go back. Things of mine currently stuck in the plane? A circle of brown yarn (yes, gammit, I lost my brass bracelet, but hopefully the hole in my room opens up again and it comes back from the Swiss Cheese Beyond), two cans of tuna (the mascots!), and probably a lot of other stuff.
=^n.n^= So watch out for those Swiss Cheese holes.
Afterward I went Beaver Hunting. I have confirmed MORE BEAVERS! Tomorrow at the Car Wash, after 3:00, I'm taking one of the other people who are staying the whole time and I'm going Beaver Hunting, to get ACTUAL good pictures of the beavers. Here are some others I've confirmed:
-the Normal Beaver, at the E. 35 on-ramp and N. Fairfield intersection
-the Justice (?) Beaver, in front of the post office
-the Patriotic (?) Beaver, also in front of the post office
-the Flagger Beaver, in fron tof the mall
Any more out there? Someone thinks there's one in front of the high school, but I don't know.
OK, onto the relevance of this update. I had a revelation this morning, on another dimension. I suppose it is the fifth, because the fourth would be time, right? So, whatever this dimension is, it goes by many names. The Fifth Dimension, the Sock Dimension, or, in my case, the Swiss Cheese Dimension. Why? It's a dimension with a lot of holes. A lot of holes in and out of this dimension (or these three dimensions?). Anyway, it's where all the lost things go. There's a lot of socks there, but not many pairs. Basically, things go in that dimension, through a hole, and they get stuck on the plane. if they're lucky, they leave again, but there's more planar area than hole lack of area, so not many things go back. Things of mine currently stuck in the plane? A circle of brown yarn (yes, gammit, I lost my brass bracelet, but hopefully the hole in my room opens up again and it comes back from the Swiss Cheese Beyond), two cans of tuna (the mascots!), and probably a lot of other stuff.
=^n.n^= So watch out for those Swiss Cheese holes.