If you live the life of any famous person there has ever been (living or dead); who would you be?
Me, I’d go for Neil Armstrong. Why? Because I’ve always wanted to go into space and walk on another world and while the moon technically isn’t another world; it’s as close as the human race has ever gotten.
Feel free to ponder this musing of the moment and answer it in a comment here or in your own blog.
I finished reading He Shall Thunder in the Sky and I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised by it. I had been finding Ramses and company to be more an annoyance than an interest in some of the previous books, but in He Shall Thunder in the Sky, they felt more like complete persons in their own right which made them far more interesting. Also, there was that surprising twist about Sethos’s past which was revealed at the end of the book. I liked that, in part because it caught me so off guard and because I think Ms. Peters wrote that scene particularly well.
Overall, I give this book 4.5 out of 5 points.
Next up, I’ll be reading Ms. Peter’s next book in the Amelia Peabody mysteries, Lord of the Silent. Till next, happy page turning.
Here I am sitting at my desk, trying to figure out whether or the program I test is working correctly or not. I’m going over some printouts when a co-worker walks up trying to sell stuffed animals as a fund raiser for March of Dimes; only I’m out of cash and politely tell her so. As she’s walking away another of my co-workers starts talking to her about the stuffed animals and that’s when I take a real look at them. They’re little brown bunnies but instead of feet the bunnies have putrid green lambs I think the idea is supposed to be that the toy is wearing lamb slippers, but the result to my tired and twisted brain is that the bunnies are the survivors of some mad scientists genetic experiments.
You know the more I think about those bunnies; the more I think I should go get some cash and buy one. 😀
Once again, I stayed up too late doing nothing in particular (reading some websites, trying to figure out more WP stuff, playing UT2004, etc..) so I’m feeling extremely tired this morning. The other side affect of staying up so late is that I can remember some of my dreams from last night.
In the dream, I’m the captain of a commercial airliner (a Boeing 747, I think). We’re making a routine flight from somewhere to somewhere else when something goes extremely wrong. What exactly goes wrong, I can’t tell but I know that I’ve lost around half my passengers and an engine or two.
We make an emergency landing on an interstate or maybe on a turnpike and one of the wings (and one of the remaining engines) gets snapped off by a support column for an overpass and then we’re finally able to bring the plane to a stop.
The next thing I know my copilot and I are carrying some flat-bed like thing that I intrinsically know weighs around 1300 lbs. We carry through a couple of building hallways before meeting up with superior officers/crash investigators. They make some sort of joke, but I don’t laugh. Then we carry the flat up a slight incline, set it done, pause for a moment to remember those who died and then reach into a wall panel, pulling out some heavy duty computer cable, which then gets hooked into the flat.
That’s where I woke up, though I did have a fleeting sense that the flat thing was some how acting as a blackbox data/flight recorder device.
Note to self: No more late night tacos for dinner.