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There's something really weird about listening to "Countdown", by Rush, and realising NOW (I've listened to this probably twenty-thirty times since the shuttle blew up) that it features snippets of NASA transmissions from Columbia.
Granted, the album was released in, like, 1983. Still, it's creepy. And not because it makes me think of dead astronauts but because the machine they're talking about isn't there any more.
Then again, I never watched Titanic because all I wanted was to see the boat sink, not Leo De-crappy-yo and Kate Whines-alot falling in love. And I will watch any footage of 9/11 anywhere, any time, because the death of a machine (or a building) is awesome. In the biblical sense, rather than the surfer sense.
Granted, the album was released in, like, 1983. Still, it's creepy. And not because it makes me think of dead astronauts but because the machine they're talking about isn't there any more.
Then again, I never watched Titanic because all I wanted was to see the boat sink, not Leo De-crappy-yo and Kate Whines-alot falling in love. And I will watch any footage of 9/11 anywhere, any time, because the death of a machine (or a building) is awesome. In the biblical sense, rather than the surfer sense.
So my glasses were ordered on the 7th of July. This is, bear in mind, because the old pair were broken when my dog whacked her hard head into the bow.
It is now August 9th. I do not have glasses.
When I ordered them, the salesman was about to go into upsell mode, so I told him I didn't have any money and he rang the price up on a sale that was going to start the next day so that I saved about half of the cost.
Today, he told me that I SHOULD have my glasses by the end of the week, and he's going to order another pair.
I wonder what I will do with them. Actually, no. I wonder if I will have them in less than a month and a half. Still, it's cool.
Also, my dried mango slices smell like a pressed ferret and have the consistency of human skin. These are both reasons why I keep eating them. Yay sugared ferret!
It is now August 9th. I do not have glasses.
When I ordered them, the salesman was about to go into upsell mode, so I told him I didn't have any money and he rang the price up on a sale that was going to start the next day so that I saved about half of the cost.
Today, he told me that I SHOULD have my glasses by the end of the week, and he's going to order another pair.
I wonder what I will do with them. Actually, no. I wonder if I will have them in less than a month and a half. Still, it's cool.
Also, my dried mango slices smell like a pressed ferret and have the consistency of human skin. These are both reasons why I keep eating them. Yay sugared ferret!
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