In Which I Dork Out And Fail At Modern History.
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Tonight, I served a man whose last name was Kirk. And because there are just some things you are duty-bound to ask, I inquired about his first name, as well.
It was James.
"Ohmigod, are you serious?"
He gave me a narrow look. "...Yes?"
"That is--sorry, I don't even--That is the greatest thing I have ever heard! Were your parents, like," I gesticulated wildly with my pen, "Uberfans or something? Or did they just feel like they had to?"
"Do what?" His wife snapped.
"Name him James! Because, like, that sort of has to happen, right? It'd be a sin not to."
Eventually it became clear that neither of them knew what the hell I was talking about, nor had anyone else ever flipped their shit like this in front of them before. Obviously, they don't know the right kinds of people.
I got sidetracked before I could remember to ask about his middle initial.
But man. James motherfucking Kirk. Bad tipper, but still. I salute you, Captain.
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In other news, writing this WWII Egypt fic is teaching me stuff! Like--most recently--what an idiot I am. Because I was pretty convinced that Egypt had been an actual British colony, as opposed to just a protectorate. Of course, when I learned that it wasn't true, I was all, "Factoid! =D" about it...Until I realized that it's common knowledge, and I was late for the let's-not-be-total-morons-and-have-a-reasonable-grasp-on-modern-history-train. Perhaps I should not be satisfied with my knowledge of Egyptian history ending at the Ptolomies.
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Tonight, I served a man whose last name was Kirk. And because there are just some things you are duty-bound to ask, I inquired about his first name, as well.
It was James.
"Ohmigod, are you serious?"
He gave me a narrow look. "...Yes?"
"That is--sorry, I don't even--That is the greatest thing I have ever heard! Were your parents, like," I gesticulated wildly with my pen, "Uberfans or something? Or did they just feel like they had to?"
"Do what?" His wife snapped.
"Name him James! Because, like, that sort of has to happen, right? It'd be a sin not to."
Eventually it became clear that neither of them knew what the hell I was talking about, nor had anyone else ever flipped their shit like this in front of them before. Obviously, they don't know the right kinds of people.
I got sidetracked before I could remember to ask about his middle initial.
But man. James motherfucking Kirk. Bad tipper, but still. I salute you, Captain.
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In other news, writing this WWII Egypt fic is teaching me stuff! Like--most recently--what an idiot I am. Because I was pretty convinced that Egypt had been an actual British colony, as opposed to just a protectorate. Of course, when I learned that it wasn't true, I was all, "Factoid! =D" about it...Until I realized that it's common knowledge, and I was late for the let's-not-be-total-morons-and-have-a-reasonable-grasp-on-modern-history-train. Perhaps I should not be satisfied with my knowledge of Egyptian history ending at the Ptolomies.
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