Okay, guys, the eclipse was pretty cool. At totality (we weren’t in the direct path, but we were near enough as to make very little difference), it got a LOT darker and a LOT cooler, and it was SO WEIRD.
John used the binoculars and a cereal box to make a projector, and we watched the moon eat the sun and then vomit it back up, all on cardboard.
The eclipse: a photo essay
I don’t remember how I stumbled onto this article in the Washington Post, but it’s about why most people don’t like the sound of their own voices AND why we don’t like pictures of ourselves. It starts an explanation, but the article is too short! I want more of this. And why wouldn’t this article have more in it? Are people really satisfied with that little? I have questions! I may have to actually google it myself (gasps of horror, please). You know, later.
I brought my lunch to work Tuesday morning (PB&J and an apple), but then I got a better offer, so I left it in the fridge. (When a friend tells you she has monumental news and can we please talk about it over lunch, you say yes.) Wednesday, lunch was catered (as a thank you to the department for hard work on a software release). My brown bag stayed in the fridge because make-your-own-burrito sounded pretty good (and was). Thursday arrived, and with no better offers at hand, I pulled my packed lunch out of the fridge and went back to my desk.
Did you know bread could go stale in the fridge? It seems kind of obvious, but I’d never considered it before today. Even with lots of strawberry jelly, my poor sandwich had seen better days. I ate it anyway (I was pretty hungry), but it was a pale imitation of the sandwich it could have been. My apple – well, it was a lost cause. 50+ hours in a brown bag in the fridge had turned it into one big bruise. Sad little thing.
When’s dinner? I could eat.
Guys, did you see this? I heard about it a few days ago, but didn’t watch the video until today.
How cool is that?