What do you remember? I remember... the Alamo.

First, I think I have to turn in my Texas-native badge, because I forgot yesterday. REMEMBER THE ALAMO. (note: I do not, nor have I ever discriminated against Mexicans. Unless your name is Santa Anna and you have an opium problem and you lead your people to death because they aren't trained militia. Also, said person also sold poisoned food to the Alamo's militia, which weakened them and which I consider dirty pool.) Very interesting book to read: Dual of Eagles, by Jeff Long. Sam Houston liked to wear ladies underwear and was an opium addict, too. Note: most of the Mexican casualties were Mexican inflicted. Which... doesn't say much for the Texicans. But! There were over 6000 Mexican troops, and about 200 at the Alamo, so. Oh, and the "hump" that makes the mission so distinctive? That was added in the late 1840s by the US government. And there's no basement in the Alamo. But Pedro and Inez are still there, with their thousands and thousands of ways to use corn.

( It's like you're unraveling a big cable-knit sweater that someone keeps knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting... )

( To Do List )

Crap, I forgot to put "go to bookstore armed with everyone's recs in a comprehensive list". *mentally adds*