Sunday 17 November 2013

I Shook Hands with an Astronaut This Weekend

In my head, I have written about 5 blog posts which  have not actually seen the light of a computer screen. In my head, I am an awesome blogger. As soon as Mac or Google or some small start-up company develops that thought to text blogging patching for my smart phone, I am going to be amazing!

After all that, this isn't really a full post either because I have dishes that need to be washed, clothes that need to be put away, a carpet that needs to be vacuumed and an apocalypse that has to be watched. What? My new obsession is Supernatural. Two seasons in one week... hence all the housework I need to do.

I did, however, for the total of no readers of this blog who aren't my friends IRL want to let you know that I met Chris Hadfield yesterday. 
Luckily, I got all of this out of my system before I actually got to him.
If you have no idea who I'm talking about, I am leaving this video here for your viewing pleasure.


He was in Victoria signing his book so I lined up with my friends at a ridiculously early time for a Saturday and waited four hours for the signing to start.

Worth.

Every.

Minute.

Cmdr. Hadfield shook hands with every person who came to get their book signed, asked everyone how they were doing, and seemed genuinely interested in our answers.

That's my book he's about to sign.
To fully drive home how excited this made me, I stopped in to see some friends on the way home and it took them 3 minutes to understand that I was saying "I shook hands with an astronaut!" Granted, English is not the first language of any of these friends but I think the inability to understand completely lies with my excitement level. It's 24 hours later and I'm still getting shaky just typing this.

I feel like a six year old at Christmas!

Thursday 7 November 2013

The Simpsons Can Explain Everything

"How are things going with [a guy]?"

I sigh.

"I don't know. To be honest, I'm starting to feel like Gil on the Simpsons."

"Who?"

"Gil. He thinks he's going to sell a car to Homer only to have someone swoop in and steal the sale at the last minute. In my dating life, it seems to happen to me more often than not. I'm seeing someone, nothing serious but I think it's possibly heading that way, and then they meet someone else. I should probably start using C'mon, help ol' Gil out here? as my pick up line."

She laughs as she raises her pint glass to take a sip.

"Next thing you know, I'll be a real estate agent in Scottsdale."

"What?"

"Still a Gil reference. It's where he turns his life around. Obviously, you need to watch more Simpsons."

"Perhaps the fact that I don't is why I have a love life."

I pause, the pint halfway to my lips. I look at her and smile.

"Fair point."