Entries tagged with contact

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vision

Executive: We must confess that your proposal seems less like science and more like science fiction.

Ellie Arroway: Science fiction. Well you're right, it's crazy. In fact, it's even worse than that, nuts.
[angrily slams down her briefcase and marches up to the desk]
Ellie Arroway: You wanna hear something really nutty? I heard of a couple guys who wanna build something called an "airplane," you know you get people to go in, and fly around like birds, it's ridiculous, right? And what about breaking the sound barrier, or rockets to the moon, or atomic energy, or a mission to Mars? Science fiction, right? Look, all I'm asking, is for you to just have the tiniest bit of vision. You know, to just sit back for one minute and look at the big picture. To take a chance on something that just might end up being the most profoundly impactful moment for humanity, for the history... of history.

Current Mood: groggy

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Friday & Pictureless

Well! I finished the photo brochure. Finally. Last night. Took me long enough, but it's done. All that remains is to get it uploaded to the printers and on its merry way.

Yup.

*looks around*

I should probably mention that I am in uber weird headspace and have been for the last few days.

In other news, the dentist appointment was a total non thing and went a long way to helping me deal with my phobia.

stacymckenna, please to be thanking your friend. Awesome referral and I am going to heartily recommend Dr. Chen to everyone I know if they need a dentist. Good, good guy.

Edit on Strange Weather continues and I should be done sooner than later.

The Bean has also begun to officially outgrow her newborn/0-3 mos. clothing. There's something both wonderful and bittersweet about it all. Bean's my last baby. I'll only have these two girls, my Mouse and my Bean. It's only once that they're small. It's only once that they find me smiling and making funny noises at them to be the height of comedy. There might come a day when they find me the farthest thing from funny at all. I hope not. I hope to have a better relationship with my girls than I had with my parents.

I'm struggling with the passing of time.

Oh, and Contact was on the TV, right before I went to bed. Fathers and daughters and the search for truth and life and faith and love and how do you know what you know.

Small moves, Ellie. Small moves.

I better get back to it.

Current Mood: sleepy

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Sleep Deprived

Oof. Did not get to bed on time. Fighting with new dryer put me an hour behind schedule last night and I had to wait. Needed clean clothes.

Conference went well last night. Basically, intelligence needed to be shared on our communal target, i.e. the Mouse. She had them snowed on a couple of things and the husband and I got to disabuse them of the notion. So. We're all on the same page, and hopefully shenanigans have been successfully called.

But man.

Oh, the drama. Who knew the four year old set was 90210: In The Beginning?

The rest of the night was a total wash. I want one quiet night this week, please. Just one. I'm tired of putting out fires.

On the upside, Contact was on Encore when I finally managed to sit down for five minutes. The husband doesn't care for it as a movie, but we can't be perfect, now can we?

It was a good antidote to my evening.

And now, I must try and wake up.