This is a lot of randomness.
Today, I received two tiny items in the mail, each in its own giant box.
On the bright side, the packing bubbles in the box with the lip balm declared that they were filled with Free Monkey Breath, so there's that.
That lip balm is caffeinated. I'm giving it a try. Observations from first test: it goes on smooth and works well as a lip balm. Unfortunately, it is heavily scented, and the scent is not short-lived. (I thought the mint flavor would be my best bet, but it's more like a curiously strong mint chocolate chip ice cream smell. Which would be lovely, if I were eating it.) I'm going to be frustrated if my rebellious gut keeps me from ingesting caffeine orally, and my hyperosmia keeps me from ingesting it topically. The only other option I know of is the caffeinated body soap, but the afternoon is when I need caffeine. At work, or very shortly after. *headdesk*
Wait... maybe I could just rub the lip balm on my knees or something. Then it would still absorb into my skin, but it would be farther away from my nose?
One of my former students visited my classroom today because he just got a kitten, and he's never had a cat before, and he didn't know if a cat needed shots. He was also worried about a strange sound the kitten makes "in her lungs." I was puzzled for a moment, and then I remembered an IM conversation I had once.
I tried to imitate a purr. "Does it sound like that?"
He nodded, looking more worried than ever. I told him to take the kitten for her vaccinations and ask the vet about the sound, but that I suspected it was a *good* thing.
It's hard for me to comprehend a life that has never included a cat's purr, but I have to remember it's possible!
Another student was looking at a workbook exercise that had a picture of two tourists consulting a fold-out map. "What are they doing?" I asked the class. "GPS," he said. "What? What is that thing they're looking at?" "GPS," he insisted.
I questioned him further and discovered that he has never used a map in his life. He didn't even know the name for it, he thought anything that shows you where you are and where to go was called GPS.
Boy do I feel old-fashioned. I've never anything but maps. And moss and the direction of the sun.
Have a great weekend, friends. I'm off to the farm for our one three-day weekend of the summer. I will try to use it well, because Tuesday, research papers come in. ::cue death march::
Oh, since that other photo was an ugly one, here's a nicer thing to look at.
On the bright side, the packing bubbles in the box with the lip balm declared that they were filled with Free Monkey Breath, so there's that.
That lip balm is caffeinated. I'm giving it a try. Observations from first test: it goes on smooth and works well as a lip balm. Unfortunately, it is heavily scented, and the scent is not short-lived. (I thought the mint flavor would be my best bet, but it's more like a curiously strong mint chocolate chip ice cream smell. Which would be lovely, if I were eating it.) I'm going to be frustrated if my rebellious gut keeps me from ingesting caffeine orally, and my hyperosmia keeps me from ingesting it topically. The only other option I know of is the caffeinated body soap, but the afternoon is when I need caffeine. At work, or very shortly after. *headdesk*
Wait... maybe I could just rub the lip balm on my knees or something. Then it would still absorb into my skin, but it would be farther away from my nose?
One of my former students visited my classroom today because he just got a kitten, and he's never had a cat before, and he didn't know if a cat needed shots. He was also worried about a strange sound the kitten makes "in her lungs." I was puzzled for a moment, and then I remembered an IM conversation I had once.
I tried to imitate a purr. "Does it sound like that?"
He nodded, looking more worried than ever. I told him to take the kitten for her vaccinations and ask the vet about the sound, but that I suspected it was a *good* thing.
It's hard for me to comprehend a life that has never included a cat's purr, but I have to remember it's possible!
Another student was looking at a workbook exercise that had a picture of two tourists consulting a fold-out map. "What are they doing?" I asked the class. "GPS," he said. "What? What is that thing they're looking at?" "GPS," he insisted.
I questioned him further and discovered that he has never used a map in his life. He didn't even know the name for it, he thought anything that shows you where you are and where to go was called GPS.
Boy do I feel old-fashioned. I've never anything but maps. And moss and the direction of the sun.
Have a great weekend, friends. I'm off to the farm for our one three-day weekend of the summer. I will try to use it well, because Tuesday, research papers come in. ::cue death march::
Oh, since that other photo was an ugly one, here's a nicer thing to look at.