Apr 11 2008
Tiny, Enormous, and The Imposter
I was trying to finish up work today when a coworker came to my desk to see if I had an entry she was looking for. As I reached for the pile it would have been in, I got a paper cut. Considering the volume of paper I handle every day, this is not surprising, even though I rarely actually get a paper cut. But this tiny little cut caused me blinding pain - so much so that I started to sweat for a few minutes. Paper cuts are known to be painful, but why would this tiny little cut cause such a reaction? It was under my fingernail - my thumbnail, to be exact. And every time I hit the space bar as I type this post, I am reminded of it. Try as I might, I cannot hit the space bar with my other hand, because I am a righty, and my right thumb is the one that wants to keep spacing out.
Last week, FH and I went out to eat for lunch. Since this place serves breakfast all day, and it was still relatively early for me (for a Saturday, anyway), I decided to have pancakes. These were no silver dollar pancakes, though. No, these things resembled manhole covers. Yep, you heard me right. Check this out:
As you can see from the photo, it is a full 8 inches across. That’s approximately 20 centimetres to the rest of the world. That’s one enormous pancake. I ate the other one. Is it any wonder why I couldn’t finish the second one? And I know you’re all asking - where does one obtain such large breakfast foods? At the Black Bear Diner, of course!
After lunch, and running a couple other errands, we decided that we didn’t want to go home yet, didn’t want to do the usual things, and wanted something different to do. After a bit of thought and aimless wandering, we decided to go see the Lost City, in Overton, NV. Lake Mead is seriously low on water right now, and there is an old city that was flooded and left underwater when Hoover Dam was finished and Lake Mead was formed. With the water level so low, the ruins of the city are visible, and there’s a museum dedicated to it. Being the sort of people who are interested in such things, we headed up to Overton to see it. All I can say is that we were disappointed. We somehow thought we’d be able to see the actual Lost City. Nope. Didn’t even see Lake Mead at all. We saw a small-town ancient history museum that mainly exhibited the finding of the place, and a reproduction of a pueblo. Nice drive, disappointing destination. With all that’s been said about being able to see the Lost City, we really thought we’d be able to see it. Instead we find out that we saw the same exact thing we would have seen if Lake Mead was overflowing. The Imposter City.
My thumb is throbbing now and it’s affecting my typing, so that’s all you’ll get out of me until this darn thing heals a bit. So long for now.
What a huge pancake! I love the cool checkered diner dish it’s on!
Sorry the trip to the Lost City didn’t turn out like you expected. That history is still so cool, though! I never knew anything about it.
We still learned something on the trip to
ImposterLost City, and it was a fun drive - boring but fun. It is fun learning the not-so-well-known history of our adopted home.Man, that pancake looks YUMMY!!!!! I hate paper cuts!!!
Dude, I feel your pain with the papercut thing. Under the nails cuts are the WORST. I remember catching underneath my thumb-nail with a staple once, and although it didn’t bleed I was in pain for almost a week. The perils of office work, hey…?
KFJ, I don’t think pancakes get much better than that was. I love me some yummy pancakes!
Amy, I feel the same way! Even though I sit at a desk and shuffle paper around all day, the chance for injury is high. I almost hit someone with a binder clip because there was too much paper for the size of the clip, and I had such difficulty getting it off that when it finally released the paper it went flying out of my cube! Good thing no one was walking down the aisle just then…
Nice Flapjack! LOL.
Lisa, I was shocked when they came out of the kitchen. Huge! Even the picture with the measuring tape doesn’t seem to do it justice.