Erica came by tonight with Bailey, so that he and Dexter could run around and play, while she caught us up on what’s new in her life… work/school/dance pretty much. She mentioned that she’s looking for an after-hours job…I don’t know how she can handle that sort of workload… you’d think that she’d like four free hours a week to rest and recover. I suspect that she’s tight for money right now, though.
My sweetheart’s going out Saturday night… What to do with myself while she’s hanging with her squad? I think I’ll play video games with the bro, or teach him the Zombies game…. sakes, Payday’s going to be welcome… a few unexpected expenditures this last month or so, and it’ll be nice to replace those funds.
There’s a LiveJournal Meetup at the starbucks right up the street from me…but I’m not going, I’ll be at work, I don’t know any of them, and it seems to be a younger crowd than I’m used to. (16-year-old Goth girls, generally…I think I’m better off)
A bit of history –
Hat Pins are Really Menacing by Alton E. Gasso.
I was a passenger on a Chicago South Side elevated train the other evening and was standing in the aisle holding a strap when a young woman approached and in the crowd tore my face with her hat pin as she passed. I was very fortunate that my eye was not seriously injured.
Had she been a little taller or had I been shorter such an injury would have resulted. The pin projected fully two or three inches over the side of her hat.
It seems almost incredible that in a civilized community women will wear such dangerous weapons in their hats.
If they must wear them, why not have the sharp projecting ends protected by some kind of shield?
Would it not be a good thing for the city fathers to take notice of this pestiferous and dangerous menace to life and limb?
The writer is not actuated by any desire to be frivolous, but as a victim of that hat pin he would be glad to save some other person from a like injury.
–Minnetonka Record, February 4, 1910
Made a zombie icon, but he needs tweaking… he works well as an army, though…