In the land of shitposts and the home of tags

-my mom tried (and failed) to force me to go on trek last year

-but I still have my costume

-now fast forward to now

-I switch schools, and pick tech theater as one of my electives

-my school is doing the sweeney Todd musical

-I find out it takes place in the 1840s

-like trek does

-the director mentions how it’ll be hard to fix stuff onstage, they’ll have to get an extra costume made and all that

-I casually mention I have 1840s LARPing gear left over

-anyway, it’s been decided on that if something breaks mid performance, I’m the one who will get to go out and fix it.

Square dancing with no music in a dust flat until you literally cried mud.

Having to flee the square dancing area because the dust cloud was so thick you literally could not see, and then having to stagger around the surrounding forest, retching mud, until you found the rest of your group.

Throwing axes.

Seeing your local dentist in a leather thong and full redface.

Seeing your local dentist in a leather thong and full redface.

Seeing your local dentist in a motherfucking leather thong with full redface.

Having to go that dentist for another 5 years while trying not to imagine him in a leather thong and full redface.

Occasionally failing at that task and cough-laughing midprocedure such that he twice drills entirely through your cheek.

Finally visiting a new dentist in college and getting asked if you spent some significant portion of your life South America, or South Asia, because apparently the style of dentistry you received as a child was literally pioneered by Catholic Missionaries in the 1890s, and they don't know where else on Earth it might possibly still be practiced.

Slowly replacing all the dental work done by that guy for the next 5 years as random pieces of metal fall out of your mouth. Meeting a lot of dentists. Explaining to these dentists that you should have realized something terrible was going on the moment you saw him in a leather thong and full redface.

Watching the new dentists visibly startle upon hearing that information, as if instead of words coming out of your mouth, it was a swarm of terrible stinging insects.

First of all a basic explanation:

Some information too:

A necessary detail:

People having *feelings* about this video:

And the most burning question, which I kept for the end:

In the northeast US, there was a time period (late 1800s-early 1900s) where harvesting ice from rivers was a huge winter industry to feed NYC demand. It was partly killed by refrigeration technology but even before that was having problems because as the Hudson river became more contaminated by sewage, the ice itself was feared to be a germ vector.

Mouse, aged 3.5, has been requesting The Book Of the Earthworm as their toilet book, although I abridge it as I read aloud - maintaining interest and speeding the process up. This was summarised as “earthworms are slimy,”

“WHAT,” barked an outraged Mouse.

“earthworms are slimy.”

“Earthworms NOT slimy,” Mouse said carefully.

“If you touch one, you’ll find they are slimy.”

“Mummy,” Mouse said, needing some clarity, and betraying a faint concern; “earthworms is turn into pepperoni?”

“What?”

“Earthworms is salami? If you touching an earthworm, and it is turn into pepperoni?”

So, collecting this knowledge:

Sometimes a mouse can hear things wrong, or somethings a word has two meanings, like chicken (bird) and chicken (meat), or knight (fighter) and night (time).

Pepperoni and salami are similar

If earthworms are salami, they must be enough like pepperoni for Mummy to understand what Mouse means by it

This is distressing, and doesn’t sound RIGHT, but it’s sensible enough to question further (salami DOES have some earthworm-ish qualities)

The most amazing part is how the water droplet magnifies the Hornet's mouth parts, so you get to see them up-close!!!! It was FASCINATING to witness!

Here's some of my favorite still shots from that video: