Okay, so this is a tale of my misspent youth. It was going to appear last night but didn't because I fell asleep at the computer. It also has the dubious benefit of telling you what kind of person I am.
I've always been kind of obsessed with history, by which I mean unchecked Asperger's level obsession. This kind of segued into an interest in archaeology, which is something I'd still like to do with myself, because archaeologists don't have to teach and because it's sort of like science without a lot of math and because OMG IT'S THE PAST AND YOU CAN TOUCH IT. I come by this kind of thing honestly; my father was similarly obsessed. When I was growing up, I liked to read about history, and also about mummies and bog bodies. If I was out of books about mummies and bog bodies, I would swipe anything my father foolishly brought home from the library.
( So there was a mummy in it one time. )
And that's all you get, 'cause I have grocery shopping to do. After I answer my LJ comments. Yes.
I've always been kind of obsessed with history, by which I mean unchecked Asperger's level obsession. This kind of segued into an interest in archaeology, which is something I'd still like to do with myself, because archaeologists don't have to teach and because it's sort of like science without a lot of math and because OMG IT'S THE PAST AND YOU CAN TOUCH IT. I come by this kind of thing honestly; my father was similarly obsessed. When I was growing up, I liked to read about history, and also about mummies and bog bodies. If I was out of books about mummies and bog bodies, I would swipe anything my father foolishly brought home from the library.
( So there was a mummy in it one time. )
And that's all you get, 'cause I have grocery shopping to do. After I answer my LJ comments. Yes.
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