Monday, Mar. 13, 2006
The Semi-Final Frontier
It took three tries to get out of the driveway this morning, thanks to a combination of ice and an asshole who parked directly behind my truck and who left the tail of his car out in the already-ridiculously-narrow section of road that wasn't knee-deep in snow, but I made it to work on time.
I wasn't worried about the highways. There was the requisite snow and ice, with the meridian piled to a depth of 6 feet of plowed snow in some places, but the roads themselves were accessible. I was worried about whether or not I'd be able to get into the parking lot at work - and given that the other prospect was to park on the side of a very icy road where there's no shoulder, it was kind of a big deal. Fortunately one of the owners lives walking-distance from the studios and used one of those humongous push brooms to clear (and I use the term loosely) the parking area.
Don't get me wrong - he moved a LOT of snow. It's just that the parking area isn't all paved, and the push broom isn't the most effective mechanism for moving snow anyway. It was mighty icy walking in this morning. I'd forgotten what it was like to walk on natural winter glass.
There was only one accident report this morning for our area, probably testament to the fact that the folks here at this time of the year are year-around residents and/or people who moved here from the midwest, where REAL snow falls on a regular basis. The main highways still have some ice and snow on them but overall - meh, we're good. Plus, the temperature's supposed to be in the 40's today, the 50's tomorrow and the 60's (F) Wednesday. Methinks the snow is doomed to a very short life.
If my entries lately are pretty low-key, it's probably because for the first time in my life, I'm genuinely happy. Things are wonderful with MC. It's certainly not boring from my perspective, but like the television show that crosses the romance line, a successful romantic relationship is only interesting to those involved. I did sneak in a photo yesterday - MC hates having his picture taken but he thought I was heading outdoors to take more snow pictures, so I caught him in his natural habitat, engrossed in NASCAR. Unfortunately I just realized I haven't uploaded it yet - but I'll get it, my pretty, and his little dog, too.
My kids are all doing reasonably well, and my dad's staying out of my hair, more or less. My sis and her fiancee are well. My job's good and MC is working. I've finally been able to balance out all of the negativity from the first 48 years of my life and I'm not willing to plunge back into that physiological quagmire again.
And the icing on the cake? This weekend, Doctor Who is back on TV. (Why yes, I am a complete and total nerd, thank you very much.)
I did once attend a Star Trek/sci-fi convention in Phoenix, joined by my sister. Aside from being followed and hounded by a relentless little hobbit of a man/boy/whatever who ceaselessly chanted something about Buffalo Bonzai, it was... weird. Though sis and I were wearing blouses we'd made ourselves, hand-painted with distinctly non-sci-fi graphics. Several of the vendors literally begged us to create something comparable with a sci-fi theme. Apparently they couldn't get any products geared toward the female element in sci-fi and fantasy fandoms, and since the crowd was an approximately balanced male-to-female ratio, that was a big deal in terms of lost profits. A couple of vendors even wrote down directions for licensing, including contact information for some pretty tough-to-reach individuals.
Needless to say, my sis and I didn't become mavens of sci-fi or fantasy swag. Who knows, maybe we should have - but I was then raising four children alone and working 65 hours a week and didn't want to take on what I saw as just one more unmanageable responsibility. Plus, any time you are manufacturing a product, it requires money, something that's always been in short supply in my world.
All of that being said, it's the last and final sci-fi convention I attended or will be attending. It was interesting, in a train-wreck way; just not my cuppa.
The reason all of this is at the top of my mind today is, aside from the return of the wonderfully cheesy Brit space opera, it's the 9th anniversary of the Phoenix Lights, one of those UFO moments that actually has a little more to back it up than Farmer John-Boy drawling, "Well there's them crop circles out in the pasture..."
The incident was on the news, witnessed by thousands of people, photographed, videotaped, and even the Military at the time admitted it didn't have a clue. In fact, if I recall, there were fighters dispatched to patrol the area, ostensibly to protect Phoenix and vicinity. Of course later on down the line, the Military Powers That Be (hereforeto known as "PTB") assured the world at large that it really was a military operation, after all, yada yada.
And I've got this bridge for sale in Brooklyn...
Even the Phoenix TV news media scoffed on the air at the several-months-later cover story from the USAF. It was a pretty lame excuse and I don't think even the most gullible bought into it.
Do I think the lights were UFOs? Yup, since the definition of UFO is "Unidentified Flying Object." Do I think they were military in origin? Not the US military, and certainly not the gas illuminaries that the military eventually claimed. Do I think they were of extraterrestrial origin? Jury's still out on that one. I don't think they hailed from Ireland or Cuba, but there's a heck of a lot in this world we still don't know.
Today is also the anniversary of the dates when both Pluto and Uranus were discovered. The English-speaking adolescent boys of the world (and of all ages) are forever grateful for the ensuing spate of Your-Anus jokes they were able to milk from the planetary discovery.
It's time to tie up the loose ends on this entry. Live long and prosper.
Oh, and while you're at it, send chocolate.
And maybe a snow blower.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )