Everybody has goals in life... get married, have kids, travel the world, make a million dollars, etc. I have a few goals like that, too (e.g. I've been figuring out what I want in my dream house (pool, hot tub, solar panels and wind turbines, huge garden for all my hibbies).
But I also have a few goals that... well, the only thing I can do to help accomplish them is to live long.
Like... I want to live long enough so that I can go into space. You know, see it with my own eyes. Feel the weightlessness. See the Earth from... well, there's no "above" so, see the Earth from... NOT the Earth. Hell, I get all excited when I've got a clear view of the moon with my telescope... I can't imagine what seeing our planet from afar would be like. Man, that'd just be the coolest thing.
Unfortunately, I'm not sure if I'll live long enough. I mean, we can't even build something better than a gas engine; how can we be expected to be smart enough for space travel? Add to that the fact that most people don't give a shit about space, what's out there, or anything that doesn't directly involve them. Or their favorite celebrity. Evidence of water on the moon? On Mars? Who fucking cares? What, so we'll send a big blender up there? Quit wasting my time and tell me some IMPORTANT news, like what's happening with Brangelina, or when the next episode of Jersey Shore is on.
But I'm not here to argue the merits of continuing the space program... I just want to say PLEASE continue the damned thing, so that I might make it into space someday.
update 3/10/2010: This is awesome! What was I saying? We need better engines. And now it looks like we have the technology... the question is... do we have the will to move forward with this?
OK, I'm about to admit something I haven't spoken about in years, to anyone. No, it's nothing majorly dish-y or anything like that; it's just one of those things that's in the back of your mind, and it's so unimportant that you never really mention it to anybody...
See, I have this weird memory. From when I was a kid (5, I think). It's kind of a weird, creepy memory, but the thing is, it happened so long ago, I don't even know if it really happened. That is, I don't know if it's a "true" memory, or if it was a dream. Do you have any "memories" like that? Where it was so long ago, you don't even know if it's real?
Anyway, here's the story:
So, like I said, I was about 5 years old, and my family was on a trip to the Philippines (I forget if it was Manila or Baguio City) to visit some relatives. Now, where we were staying was a city, but during one day there, we made a trip out to the country to visit some other relatives. So, my relatives are all inside chatting, and I was left with nothing to do. So I went outside and started digging. I don't remember why, but I was just digging in the ground (I guess I found it amusing somehow). Well, about a foot down, I ran into something. I looked into the hole, and there was this like... membrane-y looking thing, just sitting there in the hole. It was white-ish and soft looking. And it was expanding and contracting, like it was breathing or something. It definitely looked alive. I don't know what it was or what it could have been, but I got the impression that it was big. It was as wide as the hole (small hole, maybe 6 inches across or so), and it filled the whole thing; surely, I could have seen more of it, but I didn't know what it was, and being only 5, it scared the shit out of me. Seriously. I "remember" thinking "Oh, no!" and then hurredly covering that thing back up. And, to this day, I've only ever mentioned that story to one person.
Maybe because it sounds so unreal. Maybe it's because I'm embarassed that for all these years, I've mixed up a memory for a dream. Maybe it's because I'm scared that it was an alien, and it's coming to get me.
Bottom line: it was just some minor thing that happened years ago, and if I never know what that thing was, I'll still be able to sleep at night. But what was it? What could it have been?
Anyways, that's my "memory" for ya. What about you? Do you have any "memories" that you're not sure were just dreams?
This is one of those things that may have been around forever and I just haven't heard of it until recently (don't you hate when that happens?), but I just heard about this, and have spent an hour or so checking out these critter photos.
I guess the story is, this guy has a bunch of chipmunks living in his backyard. He knows them. He feeds them. And he takes hilarious pictures of them. Of course, my favorites are the ones with Commander Caiin, but even the ones with just almonds in their mouths are cute as hell, too. The posts with the stats just kill me.
So, sometime if you're bored, and if you've got a few minutes to see some cuteness, check it out.
This is kinda old news, but if you haven't heard, Target has been selling a lot of Domo products. At first, they were selling Domo notebooks, folders, and binders. And if you've gone into a Target lately, then you've seen all the Domo-related Halloween gear.
I have to say, though... while I love seeing Domo getting some mainstream recognition, I also can't help but feel a little sad. Domo used to be like, a little secret that only we knew about. But now, Domo is just everywhere. There's too much Domo stuff. It's like having your favorite local band that nobody's heard about make it big and selling out. It's like having a hobby that everyone thought was weird, until it became trendy, and then everybody treats you like you're just a trend whore. I know that you guys know that Domo and I have been tight for years now, and I know I shouldn't care if everybody (erroneously) thinks I'm a trend whore. But I still care. A little. I mean, who likes to be called "trendy?"
I feel a little better knowing that I'm not the only person who's a bit sad about Domo's newfound mainstream fame... I see that other people feel this way, too.
Of course, I still had to get some of the new, costumed Domos (OK, so really, Joelle got them for me. Thanks Joelle!). Hey, they're cute, and I couldn't resist. They're Domos!
The one in the pumpkin costume, I named "Gordo." You know, pumpkin. Gourd. Gourd-o. You get it.
And the one in the devil costume has been named "Diablo." Mostly because I wanted to stay consistent with all of my Domos' names ending on "o."
But don't worry... Domo is and always will be my #1 Domo, even when he goes into retirement.
Anyways... so, while I'm sad that "the secret's out," I can at least be happy that more people get to enjoy Domo. And his infectious smile.
