Last week, somewhere on the great internet, I was reading an article about cool things bodies can do. Among things like wiggling ears and whatnot was the reason that pirates wore eyepatches. I always figured it was because they lived in close quarters and had a bunch of sharp objects around and that they were the reason folks say things like, "It's all fun and swords until someone loses an eyeball!"
But no. It turns out that old-timey ships were dark inside and that running back and forth from bright sunshine to dark inside results in a bunch of bonked knee-caps...until you figure out that by closing an eye before it adjusts to brightness, you can keep your night vision action going in that eye. Hence, eye patches.
I was astounded and really wanted to try this out. Since I'm not a pirate (yet), my only similar adventures are when it's the middle of the night and I want a glass of water or have to pee or something. So. I tried this experiment of using one eyeball in the bright and the other in the dark...and it totally worked! Creepy! Awesome! No bonked kneecaps!
I am so fond of this little factoid that I keep thinking about it and even my dreams last night were pirate-tinged. Except, in my dream, my friend was explaining how pirate romance novels are different than other romance novels: the authors put "your" into pirate cliches. As in, "Arrrr, I'll swab your deck," "Arrr, I'll shiver your timbers," and Arrr, "I'll scurvy your scallawag!" My dream-laughing at the last one is how I woke up today. And that, my friends, is how to romance a pirate and how not to bonk your kneecaps in the dark. The end.
An Erinku:
box of
soy nuts
so empty
so good
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