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]
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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]
His ride left without him:
D'oh!
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.
In between I complained to the yoga studio I went to last week that the teacher didn't teach.
What did she do???
I went to a class on Sunday where the teacher pissed me off by referring to what "veteran" students should be able to do and what "new" students should do. Guess what? I've been practicing for several years now and my quads are tight and I can't grab my ankles in bow pose. (My friend who is a yoga instructor who took the class with me also hated the teacher's dialogue.)
Matilda is out in the living room now shouting eagerly at hockey players on TV ("WHADIDAT!") and earlier this morning, when I came back into the bedroom from taking a shower, she was cuddled up in bed with David and her teddy bear, and she and David were making bear-claw hands and whispering, "raaar!" very softly into each other's ears.
DED FROM CUTE!
Desk/cocktail bar from 1947
I want one! Actually, this is pretty fantastic, too:
The Bentley's rear seat armrests have concealed cocktail shakers and glasses, canapes, nuts and olives. Two fold-out tables on the rear seat allow you to savor these goodies in lazy leisure. Converting the seats to beds, you have a six-foot, six-inch station wagon -- a dream on wheels.[link]
Truly, it was a wondrous time. Every object you owned might have cocktails hidden inside!