In Which Ella Gets Fingerprinted

It is probably pretty rare for someone to get incredibly excited about going to the police station to get fingerprinted.

And no, I did not get arrested, though I did get in a lot of trouble with a police officer for stepping in wet concrete when I was eleven (it turns out that wet and dry concrete look suspiciously similar and usually you aren’t expecting the apron of your own driveway to not be solid). I’m just getting an official background check so that I can volunteer at my mother’s school, which is also fairly dangerous. I hear that one of her students accidentally sent an eraser flying across the classroom a few days ago and you should never doubt the terror of having twenty-five kids declare mutiny.

Don’t you like how I didn’t go on a rant about how SOPA and PIPA are going to destroy the internet? I had to metaphorically keep both hands clamped over my mouth for the entire post. If you are looking for my political anger, you can find bits of it amongst pretty pictures and quotes on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com.

Saturday will be reader selected post day, and you can vote on the topic below. I’ve reset the poll so that you can only vote four times. One person voted about eighty times in under five minutes when I hadn’t restricted it previously, so now we must have rules.

Feel free to add your own requests in the “other” section, and if I like it, I’ll update the poll and make them additional choices. Have fun clicking your allotted four times. Click, click, click, click!