Random stuff I left out of previous posts about Nauvoo

So the full extent of my ruffianness consists in my running on stage, standing in a circle seething with other likeminded ruffians, waving a wooden rifle, and shouting my assent to destroy Joseph Smith. I don't even get a torch.

I wish I knew how to converse with people, especially outside of any meaningful context. Walking up to an arbitrary person and beginning to speak about anything meaningful seems incredibly difficult. This is related to the Nauvoo experience both in that I have to talk to audience members after the performance and in that we are to form a Zion-like community among the cast during the pageant.

Drinking lots of water is fun. Especially if you're sweating enough to not have to go to the bathroom. There's just a sense of accomplishment in looking at an empty quart bottle and knowing you drank it all in the last hour.

What kind of idiot designs a sink/faucet combination so that the faucet protrudes less than an inch over the edge of the sink? There's hardly room to do anything with that.

How did they manage to give me the wrong size of T-shirt? I clearly specified that I should receive a medium. Why did I get a large? Now I've had to spend $8.50 on a red cast T-shirt so I have something I can wear.

There's one young man in the cast who at first listen seems to be completely tone deaf. But if you listen closer, you realize that he's actually singing a sixth below the note he's supposed to. He does it in such a way that I'm relatively certain he's unaware of it.

The oxen holding up the baptistry in the Nauvoo temple are buried up to their ankles in the floor. Apparently some people speculated that these were oxen "in the mire," which rumor the temple president roundly denounced. Apparently, that's just the way things ended up: the saints had placed the oxen on a bare floor, which was then covered with a layer of red brick in a herringbone pattern. These bricks covered the hooves of the oxen. Then they copied it when they rebuilt the temple. So sometimes we inappropriately read symbolism into an unintentional artifact. Bad us.