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highlyeccentric) wrote2008-03-12 11:09 pm
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Well, *I* don't put historically innacurate things in my mouth...

This principle is something I felt the need to articulate this week, as a result of discovering first the latest abuse of the Not-Viking-Helmet, and then the latest in 'protective' gear*
Originally, circle A had been entirely encompassed by circle B, but after my terrible efforts at pronunciation this week...
And circle B had originally been much larger, but as I was gnawing on my pen and chewing my fingernails just now, I think I may have overestimated it somewhat.
I feel like I should say something significant about the medieval in modern culture, and the fact that you can dress your manly-bits up heroically, but instead, I shall leave you with the following advice: if your bedroom ego is inflated by the addition of chain-mail or faux-viking helmets, for the love of Bede make sure your chosen partner is a modern historian.**
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*Both work safe, although if extra conscientious, avoid the first.
**Speaking of advice, check out the strangest response I've ever had to my blogging
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I've spent the last five minutes thinking about that chainmail condom, and rocking back and forth and shaking my head. My brain won't accept it.
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I thought "my those hats look very simple, as if they are made of chocolate or something", then I realized they were candy, and then I realized that I am not capable of wearing such a hat.
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I'm waiting to see if this makes it into Dr Noke's medieval round up... he's been linking to every medieval post i make lately, but i BET this one doesn't make it.
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(p.s. glad for the opportunity to use my 'coffs harbour' icon)
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also, i am assured by People Who Know Such Things that sex chocolate never tastes much good anyway.
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maybe my post-thesis project? it'd have to be related to lesbian nuns somehow...
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