Millvina Dean, the last survivor of the Titanic passed away today.
She had an auction last month of her remaining keepsakes from the ship so she could stay in her nursing home. The auction did not bring in enough money so some celebrities kicked in some extra dough. And now she’s passed on. I don’t know how I feel about this. Maybe sad, remorseful that she did not live to see the 100th anniversary? The end of the movie was kinda cheesy but its nice to think that she’s joined all those who went on before her. Those who quietly abandoned their lives because they knew there was no hope. My grandparents would not be born for another thirty to forty years after the ship sank so these last tendrils that touch that era slip further away from us every day.
God speed, Ms. Dean.
After the humilation of screwing up my dear friend’s graduation walk with super shaky camera action I bought a tripod today. It was kinda a random purchase but I had money in the hand since I was out on the visit prospectative roommate trip. It stands at 61″ and comes with its own carrying bag so it shouldn’t be too inconvienent to carry with me.
In other words, my tech collection continues to grow!
My favorite food cannot be made singular since 98% of the meals made at my friend’s hands is the best thing ever tasted on the palate of the human experience. It’s some Old World as we mosey through the grocery store aisles, selecting the wine, then struggling down the stairs with the bags. I put things away for her while she selects tonight’s ingredients. Then she performs some sort of hidden magic in plain sight as I sit at the table and ramble nothing sentences. And once her spell has been cast into completion she fills the plates, I the cups, and together we sit down. It’s not a food but experience that I treasure most.
So far my experience in finding housing for grad school is that no matter how courteous you are in replying to an ad, there’s a chance the other person is going to be rude and cut you off. One such person today was not even aware of what their own ad said then snapped at me over it. *sigh* I’m glad I have some time to try and find housing because this is discouraging.
I’ve just started reading 20 Something Manifesto and already its sinking in as something I did not know existed. What is it that I speak of? The feeling of being completely lost as a 20 something.
I’m 24 years old with a full-time job in retail, going to grad school, and moving out on my own for the first time in the fall. I’m scared witless. After I’ve read a bit more I’ll be able to give a better sense of what I’m talking about, but for now I’ll say that feeling let-down with life isn’t as uncommon as I thought.
I’m not much of a gamer. So its a pretty big endorsement for me to say I got sucked into Plants vs Zombies for the hour of the demo.
Gameplay is simple and fairly intuitive. Almost too simple. Then level 8 comes along and your brains have been ate by the zombies. Shiver has been playing it non-stop for the past week so here’s your less than gentle nudge to go try it out. Drop me a line about what you think of it.