Random update stuff:
Nov. 6th, 2014 01:51 pmBefore I forget completely and this blog starts growing moss between its entries...
One: happy birthday to
wiliqueen!
Two: I've decided to stay away from newspapers and news blogs and the like until November 11. Bleech.
Three: home for the holidays in less than two months. (Yay!)
Four: found an entertaining book: The Martian, by Andy Weir. Apparently it was initially first serialized online, then self-published, then formally published, and in a year or so there's supposed to be a movie coming out. I suppose it could be described as two parts Robinson Crusoe, three parts Apollo 13: an astronaut gets stranded on Mars due to a freak series of events, and has to figure out how to survive long enough for the next Mars mission to hopefully bring him home. It's hard science fiction - no hand-waving in the service of plot - and surprisingly funny. (He ends up overdosing on 1970's TV and music, because that's what the mission commander brought with her. Then there's the point where he does a wild dance of joy in a bulky space suit, described in bland documentary style, which makes it even more hilarious. That one, I can't wait to see on the screen.)
Work is either a drought or a flood, depending on the task list. Right now, it's a drought. Might as well stay relaxed while I can.
One: happy birthday to
Two: I've decided to stay away from newspapers and news blogs and the like until November 11. Bleech.
Three: home for the holidays in less than two months. (Yay!)
Four: found an entertaining book: The Martian, by Andy Weir. Apparently it was initially first serialized online, then self-published, then formally published, and in a year or so there's supposed to be a movie coming out. I suppose it could be described as two parts Robinson Crusoe, three parts Apollo 13: an astronaut gets stranded on Mars due to a freak series of events, and has to figure out how to survive long enough for the next Mars mission to hopefully bring him home. It's hard science fiction - no hand-waving in the service of plot - and surprisingly funny. (He ends up overdosing on 1970's TV and music, because that's what the mission commander brought with her. Then there's the point where he does a wild dance of joy in a bulky space suit, described in bland documentary style, which makes it even more hilarious. That one, I can't wait to see on the screen.)
Work is either a drought or a flood, depending on the task list. Right now, it's a drought. Might as well stay relaxed while I can.