This Day in History

Today marks the anniversary of the Three Mile Island Nuclear Incident. I wasn't even one year old and my dad tells me he whisked me away to another state (I think New York) to protect me from whatever it was that was a threat.

It surprises me how close the nuclear plant is to home. On clear days, you can see it from the South Bridge (I think. Can someone verify that for me?). It was only 7 years later that the Chernobyl meltdown occurs that we can only imagine what could have been.

Here is a link I came across several years ago that a woman posted online that documents her trip through Chernobyl in present day. Nothing has been disturbed since the population evacuated. A sort-of time capsule of how people lived there at the time. It's interesting to note that this woman took her trip by motorcycle and took special equipment to warn her of radiation exposure.

Ghost Town- Chernobyl Pictures

The End of Snowboarding Season

Yesterday was our last attempt at snowboarding for the season. Too bad we drove all the way up there to find it exceptionally crowded on the warm and sunny day and too much for Joe to handle. We decided to go to the country club and ride down the hills of the groomed fairways.

The idea of sliding down the hill just to turn around and hike it back up the long hill wasn't exciting for me, but I agreed just because I knew that's what Joe preferred. It started out quite difficult because the snow was so powdery that I kept cutting underneath it and slowing down. Then I would take off my board and look up the hill I would have to climb just to do it all over again.

We were even joined by Joe's dad who also was having trouble with the soft snow. But in the end, it was a grueling workout. And I had a small victory jumping off a ramp Joe made in the middle of the hill. That ramp made the whole thing worth it.

Movie Review: The DaVinci Code

I know the saying goes that the movie is never as good as the book. But standing alone, this movie was pretty good. I would probably see it again actually. But that's just me, I'm just into suspense/mystery type movies. And this is so full of international intrigue and religious reference, you can't avoid getting involved.

Plus, the main character's name is Sophie. You can't go wrong. (wink wink)

4 eggrolls out of 5

I Want to Be Stereotyped. I Want to Be Classified.

Today starts March Madness, an annual excuse to gamble with your co-workers. Well, today the branch on the first floor was hosting a March Madness event with food and games and so on. They had a kiddie basketball hoop set up and you could basically play a heavily modified version of Horse for prizes.

The one guy that works in the branch actually said to me, "I bet you're good at volleyball, aren't you?"

Say what?!?!?!

Look people, this may come as a surprise to you but I'm horrible at volleyball. I learned that in grade school gym class. And while I'm at it, I also don't play ping pong or play the violin. Yes, I do know how to use a pair of chopsticks but come on people! Give me a break.

You Can't Make This Stuff Up, Except We Just Did

Last night, over buffalo wings, I asked Joe if he heard that they were going to shoot Stephen Hawking (my personal hero) into space next month. He nodded yes, he had heard something of that sort.

He wondered what gave Stephen Hawking the privilege to go into space over someone like Lance Bass (duh, he's a freaking genius physicist) and whether that would make him the first handicapped person in space. I didn't know the answer to that, but before I could say anything the conversation took a hilarious turn. Here's sort of how it went...

Joe: What if they shoot him into space and he miraculously comes back cured? Not only does he become cured, but then he comes back with, like, one giant arm. And one regular arm.

Me: If he came back cured.... I don't even know, man. That would be crazy.

Joe: They'll start sending all kinds of parapalegics into space.

Me: (laughing at the idea)

Joe: Then they'll go and get... Christopher Reeve, and shoot him into space.

Me: And he'll come back cured. And he'll actually be Superman! Wow!

Joe: No. He'll come back dead, Sophie. Space doesn't cure death. But he could come back as a zombie Superman. And he'll turn all the cured parapalegics into zombies too. Then we'd have a problem.

Me: Seriously, you need to write this down. This would be a great movie.

Cute Band Alert

I'm totally freaking out about this band I stumbled on at MySpace. I know this is going to sound dorky, but the songs are really cool and creepy and like nothing else I've ever heard. I swear, see for yourself. I like The Greatest Show Unearthed the best, but I have to respect the references to Edward Gorey (who I really like).

CREATURE FEATURE

My Dream Came True

Back in November, I wrote a short open letter to Brangelina asking them to adopt again. Turns out, Angelina has just filed for adoption!

Here is my original blog post:
Dear Brangelina