We lost a legend. A true master of his domain–and his domain included the moon. Neil Armstrong had the skills and the eloquence for such a trip. If I were to land on the moon, I’d like to think that I’d say something extraordinarily profound, something noteworthy and appropriate for the moment. I’d like to think I’d be poetic, or philosophical.
In truth, I probably wouldn’t even be able to make a decent Pink Floyd reference.
I’d probably just step out of my space ship and say, “Wow.”
Okay, so I get that I’m in the minority here, but Shark Week? Really?
I just don’t get it. So for a week (or is it two?), people gather around their televisions and watch documentaries on sharks, right? I mean, that’s all it is, right? I’m not missing anything, am I?
Don’t get me wrong. Sharks are cool. Actually, they’re certifiably bad ass–if one could be certified as such. Ooh, that might be something to investigate…
Regardless, I don’t get the obsession with Shark Week. It’s just not my thing.
I don’t like them. On the whole, I feel like they are too limiting. They don’t fully describe a person, or they describe a person so incorrectly that the value of the label is overshadowed by its inaccuracies. Can you think of a time when a label is a good thing? And not like an “allergic to penicillin” label, that one’s actually a really good idea. I’d really like some examples. Comment away fair readers!