This time of year always makes me think of cadet camp. Truly one of the most fun times in my life. You bond so quickly with people in your 'Flight' or group. Each flight is named after a famous Canadian aircraft as we were Air Cadets and opposed to army or sea cadets.
One of the most fun things to do after lights out was to sneak up to another floor to play pranks on people. The barracks staff were pretty good at keeping a tight watch on us but when they went outside for a smoke we could take our 'Mertles' or our 'woggies' and lead raids on other floors. You would go into someone's room and bash them all a few times before running away.
A 'Mertle' was a very tightly wound wet towel that you could snap at people with great ferocity. We would say that 'Mertle' only spoke with one word - and like a Pokemon could only say her own name - "MERTLE!" (I can only hope that Linus in the above illustration would have the prescience of mind to wind himself up a 'Mertle' out of his security blanket and snap that cephalopod in the eye when he realized he was threatened).
Now a 'woggie' was the weapon of choice and was created by pushing one of your wool socks down the other wool sock and tightly knotting the end. This gave you a weapon that got longer the more the sock was stretched. It also was a good thumping weapon that really didn't do more than give you a wicked circular bruising when the heavier weighted end hit you.
One night in Junior Leaders we planned a raid on the guys who occupied the floor above us in the barracks. We thought we were so smart as we crept silently up the stairs. However, when we got to their rooms. (that had eight beds each) we found nobody was in bed. Where were they? It was lights out.
I will never forget in that moment of silence when we all collectively realized that it was a trap and suddenly everyone on that floor came screaming at us from both sides of the hallway swinging their 'Mertles' and 'woggies'.
It was like the movie '300' with everyone swinging away till we all were too tired to swing anymore. Guys were being dragged off to rooms to be towel snapped and woggie bashed by groups of people. A few of us tried to make a stand in one of the rooms by taking turns at the narrow opening while others behind us rested but we couldn't hold the 'pass' or doorway for long. It was a hilarious battle and the next day we all wore the bruises of our epic conflict.
I always wondered why were weren't punished for that but years later I realized that the higher ups were waiting for something just like that to happen. It was harmless fun but really bonded us together as a unit. We respected each other group because they gave as good as they got.
Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness
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.