On Errantry

Nobody's replied to the e-mail is sent last night yet. I was trying to round up some girls to volunteer at the Book Thing this afternoon but I'll probably end up going alone. Oh, well. Maybe it'll catch on when school starts and I can harrass them for eight hours at a time (yay for captive audiences during community homeroom).

Also from the Thankless Task department (well, not really, this one's kind of fun) the MTA is due for a protest in which aforementioned blond-haired teenage girl from the 'burbs (preferably a large group of teenage girls from the 'burbs, but I doubt the school will let me advertise this one) joins her disabled brethren in civil disobedience (UPDATE: GRAH! Missed the protest. Took place on August 26). Apparently, a blind couple got on the Light Rail without purchasing a ticket (because the machines don't have a voice option as they are required to have per the Americans With Disabilities Act of 1990) and some asshat of a transit cop kicked them off the train, detained them for an hour, and then abandoned them in an unfamiliar area after giving them a ticket they could not read. Not a brilliant idea, especially when the National Federation of the Blind is headquartered in Baltimore (it gets better. One of the victims was Director of Governmental Affairs for the NFB).

Asses will fry for that one, I assure you, and I intend to be the one holding the zippo.

Also have to drum up money for CAP so we can get an L-PER for this winter's fun and games since apparently all the SAR equipment has gone somewhere, just not to my squadron. Preferably one of the digital ones so I don't have to explain to my munchkins how to swing that gigantic antenna around ("OW! MY EYE!").

Heehee. Apparently Florida's short on equipment, too

I don't know if I'm brave enough to wear my field gear in public, though- I invested in a tac vest (like the one in the first picture, except black) from Sunny's Surplus in June before I realized just how odd it looks for a blond-haired teenage girl from the 'burbs to be peeling out of the neighborhood at midnight wearing an outfit that looks like it came straight out of Full Metal Jacket (camos, combat boots, orange reflective vest [under the tac vest, as if that made any sense], boonie hat [now part of our squadron's official SAR uniform], black nylon tac vest, and a bright red Camelbak). All I need is some facepaint and a ghillie suit and they can drop my butt into enemy territory. I scare small children.