When I taught in the far north I knew this really cool, quirky french teacher who was the best kind of person to party with because like me she had no internal filter. She would also bring in the best baking when it was most needed for that 3 PM sugar rush.
I got into the habit of leaving little presents for her but never letting her know who they came from. My Dad did that alot to people he appreciated but didn't want to embarrass by gifting. I saw this fish purse today and it instantly reminded me of her.
I would have totally gone in early one morning to stuff this in her classroom desk drawer. Another reason you always make friends with the maintenance guy too. He has keys to everyone's room and is good at keeping secrets. I always made sure that he got slipped a nice pack of bills and a fine bottle of whiskey around Christmas to keep my secret and to ensure his co-operation in any future schemes. Sigh. I miss those days. I miss the person I was back then.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.