I was just very sharply reminded of a book in which there is a unicorn caught in a stained glass window. I can’t remember anything else about the book except it was perhaps one of the ‘children from our world go to another world’ stories. Anybody know what it is? Edit: Actually, I do remember one other thing about it. I believe the children broke the glass in question, and part of the plot was that they had to re-capture the unicorn. Whether this was a good or a bad…
nothing to see here! move along!
V. nice evening for Shaun’s birthday. Mom and Dad came over and Ted made burgers and homemade mac&cheese and corn on the cob and I made a lemon cake and it was all v. yummy. Then we played CoH until my mapserver crashed and I had a temper tantrum and went to bed grumpy. :) It’s been really quiet around here lately. Not that my life is usually all that exciting, but it’s been particularly quiet. I haven’t been doing much writing, but it’s summertime and I don’t feel very…
transit
After all the fuss about the timing of the Venus Transit, it was cloudy here and we couldn’t watch it anyway. Hmph. So we watched 3 episodes of Alias, instead, which is hardly the same thing at all, but which was fun. :) The amazingly horrible bruise on my knuckle is healing very quickly. It’s kind of cool to watch, because it’s changing colors from hour to hour. And today is *drumroll please* SHAUNDAY! Happy birthday, Shaun! in a while here, I’ll go get a Shaunday cake started. Yum! I’ve…
So if…
So if the Venus transit is supposed to be visible from 05:13 to 05:33 Universal Time in Anchorage, am I correct in reading that as “subtract 9 hours to get the usual Universal time, then one more because we’re in Daylight Savings,” so the transit, if visible, should be visible from approximately 7:15 to 7:30 this evening (June 7th) my time? Edit: Trip and Merlin have introduced me to time.gov, and have explained that it’s +1, not -1, for DST, so the transit is at *9* fifteenish tonight. I wonder…
ow!
Sometime this morning I smacked my knuckle on something sharp. I remember doing it, but I can’t remember what I hit it on. While I was making lunch, I discovered that my knuckle was a really astonishing array of dark purples and blacks. It’s sort of squishy, too; I must’ve busted a blood vessel in there, ’cause the *whole* knuckle is all gooshy and dark. With that much dramatic bruising, I really feel as if I should be able to remember *what* I hit myself on!