Why do people damage community property? No, I’m not talking about the playground swings that some fat idiot broke in a drunken neknomination. Neither am I talking about accidental damage that may have happened when Johnny borrowed the holiday resorts off-road trike and rolled it on the 18th green or when Mary dropped the plate in the mess-hall at the local boarding house. I am talking about private ‘shared’ property that people knowingly use and abuse without any attempt to repair or replace the items after the fact. These people are not strangers and have a vested interest in keeping things in working order. So why do they behave like this? Perhaps I need to submit this to Dan Arielys blog and see if he will offer an answer as part of his journey into understanding irrational behaviours.
and a polony after-taste that burps back on you… Blergh! Now, I am not saying that I have ever had the displeasure of drinking carnivore urine spiked with orange peel but the world of craft and other specialist beers can be a real hit and miss affair. Thankfully, as it is with most things in life, there are very bad, ok, good and downright delicious examples of a cold one – that is, if you are willing to take a chance on things named Bonecrusher or Lumberjack or some other name you cannot pronounce sober.
The year is 50 BC. Gaul is entirely occupied by the Romans. Well, not entirely … One small village of indomitable Gauls still holds out against the invaders. And life is not easy for the Roman legionaries who garrison the fortified camps of Totorum, Aquarium, Laudanum and Compendium…
So began countless hours of reading when I was a boy. At first, I’d just look at the pictures and laugh when Unhygienix flings a ‘fresh’ fish at Fulliautomatix or watch Vitalstatistix falling off his shield yet again. Later I would be fascinated at the weird Egyptian hieroglyphic writing and Gothic scripts or pirates swearing in fists, skulls and other symbols. I’d wonder what Dogmatix would do with another tree falling over or how many boars Obelix would eat (still have to try boar one day) or what he really did with all his menhirs. As I grew older, I’d smile at the puns and other little cultural and political gems hidden in the names and dialogue and laugh at Obelixs infatuation with Panacea and finally understand the other more ‘grown up’ concepts that I never noticed before. Mansion of the Gods, The Great Divide and Asterix in Switzerland became favourites that got so worn the pages had to be re-attached with cello-tape every few years. Asterix & Obelix were childhood companions that I have never grown out of.
She was furious and I did not know why. My occupation is my choice after all – if I don’t feel happy putting “Writer” under occupation, then that’s my business not hers. A while later I understood my mistake: without realising it, I had scribbled over her subtle affirmation of my dream and shoved her support of my efforts back down her throat. Another moment to be ashamed of passed by. Another moment of regret added to the stack that never seems to get any smaller no matter how hard you try. A quick snatch of the pen and a messy stroke of black ink and I had once again denied my own dreams and stuck a knife through my loves token of support. I really wonder if I am going to be this bloody stupid all my life.
Title says it all but to quote the About page:
“Damn Interesting is a small, independent project dedicated to the dissemination of legitimately fascinating but obscure true stories from science, history, and psychology.”
Hundreds of way out articles available online (or via Ebook with a small donation). Check the Archives page for a list. I have no idea how I got here, but I had to stop reading because some of the obscure items like “Submersible Aircraft Carriers” and “The City Under the Ice” sparked so many weird ideas for my writing that my creative side went into overload. I have no idea as to the factual validity of the articles posted but they remind me so much of the Reader Digest Strange Stories & Amazing Facts book I used to treasure as a kid. Give the site a visit, but be warned, don’t get too lost…