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!"
Man, I already feel like I've done enough work for the day.
Jesse speaks for me. There were two rush questions in my Inbox from Professors who (literally) wanted things yesterday. Um, no. Library closed! So this morning I have been interpreting Canadian law and a treaty between the US/Poland. Joy.
In between I complained to the yoga studio I went to last week that the teacher didn't teach. While not the worst classes I've ever been to, I'd still like to learn something for my money.
