Orange is Not Gay.

I was on the bus the other day and near me were three teenage boys.  We shared about twenty minutes of bus ride.  I’d say they were 16 or so.  I’m bad at guessing ages though, so I could be way off.  They were old enough to know better anyway.

I was watching them and eavesdropping (in a totally non-creepy way, of course.)  They were interesting to watch because there was an obvious pecking order among them.  One boy was the natural alpha of the group.  He was quiet but confident and the other two deferred to his judgment more or less consistently.  Then there was the joker sidekick.  The third boy seemed to be trying very hard — to do what, I’m not sure — impress maybe?  I think I’ve played all three parts myself in the past.  It was intriguing to watch it in action. Continue reading

Rule # 81 – Know Thyself

Right.  I really must remember never to underestimate my own susceptibility to the power of suggestion.

You know how the other day I was talking about researching silversmithery?  Well, I was mostly joking about that.  But then, since I was on the computer anyway, I decided to look it up.  And guess what?  I am now more or less obsessed with the idea.

From what I watched on youtube, you get to use mini blow-torches, which smacks of fabulous from the get-go.  (Mini blow-torches are the part of the creme brulee making kit that make me consider buying a creme brulee making kit every time I go to a kitchen shop.) Continue reading