I have this habit of feeding people.

People who come to our house tend to leave with full stomachs. I've described it as an overdeveloped hospitality gland, but it's also the Mum in me coming out.

Someone once called me the softest touch he's ever known. ( Read below here for some of the reason why. )

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(An excerpt from the journal of ginmar, who is serving in Iraq right now.)

People ask how they can support us.

It's very simple.

Vote.

I don't care who you vote for, I just care that you do. Our deaths, our injuries, our sacrifices, are all payment for that concept of giving people a voice. We've given you a gift. We've paid for it already. We are here, and we will be here till the job is done. Yet there are people who say that the process is stupid, flawed, unnecessary. They may be right. But we're here for a reaon, and every one hwo doesn't vote negates that reason just a bit.

People ask how they can support us.

Vote.

My ballot was not blood-stained, but that's because a truckload of them probably got blown up. I was using a generic ballot, not even the one I was sent. In order for us to vote, someone gave up their life. The Iraqis haven't seen a real election in thirty years. It's a brand new right for them, and some of them are willing to die for it.

Vote.

Take up the banner for all the people, living and dead, who fought for this. Take up your part in the fight.

What are my interests?

Strangely enough, from seeing this on 17catherines list, I found another person who believes in the 28 hour day. The 28-hour-day six-day-week makes total sense.

( For sanity's sake, behind the cut )

Amusing side thing.

Yes, I've been making a lot of LJ entries. I make no apologies. It makes up for those people who barely make any.

The other day I was heading through the chemist's front door when the shopper alarm went off. As I was heading in to the building, they just smiled at me, and let me out when the alarms went off upon my exit.

For a couple of days nothing else happened. Then one bright afternoon I was entering Target and the alarms went off again. Now I had just been through a dozen other stores with alarm sensors without setting them off, so I was rather annoyed. I also had a very full bag and a backpack and a shopping bag full of evil things for a friend who's expecting random items, so we tried each bag individually.

Strangely, the culprit seemed to be the handbag, the smallest of the lot. I put down the other two, then started going through the bag to try and identify the offending item.

No prescriptions with security tags.

No DVDs.

Nothing obvious, just the wallet (tried that as it's new - nope); the usual assortment of letters to be posted and bills to be paid; the puffer; the car keys; a few sympish postcards that I was sending out to unsuspecting victims fell in by accident - but the alarm still went off.

Finally we resorted to an item at a time, and when putting through a fattish envelope addressed to madcowmoo, the bells went off.

The contents of this envelope? Assorted origami squares, a number of which were those brightly coloured foil ones about 4cm by 4cm. They were obviously exactly the size to induce an electromagnetic wave the exact strength and wavelength to trigger the security settings. We laughed about it, then I went off to post the envelope to the beautiful Moo.