In addition to jet-packs and flying cars, another thing I expected to have as an adult is the office cocktail bar. Remember all those movies and tv shows from the '60s where businessmen had mini-cocktail bars in their offices? I guess the idea goes back a ways....
Desk/cocktail bar from 1947
This executive party desk from the Jan, 1947 ish of Popular Science has all the standard desk stuff on one side, and complete cocktail bar on the other:
THE makers of this postwar “dream desk” imply that it began as a designers’ joke, but its reception at a Chicago exhibit has brought it into actual, though limited, production. All set for work or play, as the drawings indicate, it is made by the Gunn Furniture Co., of Grand Rapids. The price: “Well into four figures.”
Yay for the Phoenix landing!
So we went to a b-day party on Sunday and the dad there actually worked on the shuttle. I'm not sure what he did, but it involved working inside the cockpit simulator working out bugs so the missions would go smoothly. Whoa. Isaac was SO INTO IT, hanging on his words. He described it as his "dream job" and said it was hard, but he ultimately decided not to go through the astronaut training because he didn't want to leave his family for months at a time, but his good friend is right now on a 5 month or so long mission in space.
Best.Book.Ever.
When I'm having a bad day, I often think "Some days are like that, even in Australia."
Yeah, on the way to work this morning, I almost snarled at a random guy who was smiling, and I told myself, "Whoa, dial it down a notch, there, Psychopants."
Anyone following the French guy who was going to jump out of a hot air balloon FROM SPACE today? Did that happen? Did he live?
His ride left without him: [link] and [link]
Man, I already feel like I've done enough work for the day. And yet? NSM.
His ride left without him:
Oh no!
That's both hilarious and sad.
In non-work news, I discovered that Google Maps has a thing where you can click on your route and see how far it is. Fun!
heh. Someone I hate signed his email with his initials "ew". I was like "EXACTLY, ew!"
