Oh, by the way...

This really has nothing to do with my paper, cave painting, or my goofball cat. And I feel like blogging, so I'm going to make a new entry, even though it is so soon after my last one. So nyeah! :P

Random story. I was at work last week, and on Friday this guy came in to pick up his order. He had some trousers that he'd ordered and needed THAT DAY because he was going of to do some National Guard duties. As he was leaving, my boss told him "Have fun! ...or, you know, whatever it is out there." And the guy started talking about how it actually was fun, because he had some fun soldier-like exercises to do. Like, he had to hit a dime at some-large-number meters. Shiny. He gets a sniper rifle to do it, though, so it's not like hitting it with a pistol, but it's still shiny :)

Then he was talking about how he was going to be doing some stuff with the drill team, as well. And there was one move where he's standing in the back, and he tosses his rifle to someone, and the guy in the front tosses his rifle to him... and he's supposed to catch it. Now, apparently there's something sharp on the rifle. I forget what he called it, but let's call it a bayonet for my sake. He says he always manages to catch it on the bayonet. So, underneath his white gloves, he's got some chain maille gloves :)

Rock! I mean, all these years, and chain maille is still useful! That's why I love the stuff :) Protects you from bayonets, shark bites, and kitten claws. It looks freaking sweet, too.