I went to the Collings Foundation today with my Dad and Brother. They directed traffic while I walked around and looked at pretty planes, gardens and people dressed up as German soldiers with lots of neat gear. This was a special public weekend where there were two battle re-enactments and chances to fly in a WWII American plane.

The re-enactment was very interesting. On the one hand, it was sort of fun to see this scenario go from low key hanging around a camp site, to survelience(whch I can't spell), to long distance fire fight, and finally to the quick up close battle of guns that resulted in the German side losing. It was mostly bloodless, of course, and after it's done everyone stands up.

Okay, so it was fun. It was also eerie. The long moments of calm with the distant sound of American gun fire were a reminder that battle is often nothing but waiting. Waiting for the unknown, waiting for gin fire, waiting for oncoming death. When one of the Germans "died" he shouted "Sally". We laughed, but a part of me couldn't help but think of real soldiers crying for their loved ones. There was no real blood in this re-enactment, but with tank shells and machine guns, there would have been lots. I'm not saying it was less of something for all these things. In fact, it was more so. It was a chance for me to feel a little closer to the past. It is always hard to imagine a battle, and this brought me a little closer to that understanding, and honoring the memory of so many.


On a very, very, very different topic. . .

I am quite obsessed with Doctor Who, and Torchwood. I grew up on a steady diet of Doctor Who and since the series revived(regenerated?), I have been a happy camper. The season finale of Doctor Who, ranging from Utopia through to The Last of the Time Lords was quite a whopper. I've gone on a bit of a hunt for good Doctor Who stuff on deviantART. I found some fun stuff.





Yay Doctor Who! Yay British Scifi! Yay Scifi!

Nobody really wants to know this, but I am full of "yuck". I just took a laxative in the hopes of emptying out. Yes, I just thought I would share.

Life itself is still happy. I went to a wonderful little production of 8 of the "365 Plays". It was delightful. The plays were put on at the store I used to work at. After it was over, I stuck around and talked with the actors and others in the theater. After a while one of them suddenly said to me, "You have skills. You probably don't know what they are, but you have skills."

Next thing I knew I was being introduced to people, getting e-mails, and considering a job in theater. Life is always strange.