(montreal -> gettysburg) alien of the ship
once in a while i'll get an email from a colleague that says something like, "hey, i just watched aliens of the deep - i didn't know you were a movie star! way cool!"
(my NASA colleagues say things like 'way cool').
this really cracks me up. i mean, i'm so NOT a movie star. even IMDB refers to me as a "he" (or at least they did in 2005). i think to be a movie star, i'd at least have to be known by some small fraction of parents whose 8 year old kids might watch a movie about fantastical deep sea creatures.
what's even funnier is that i didn't even get to dive. at least then i might be able to qualify myself as an alien of the deep.
but nope. as much as i wanted to have executed that project with grace and ease that summer, it was mostly just lessons learned the hardest way possible. and, for the record, i'm VERY GLAD i'm not a movie star. i wouldn't wish that life on anyone.
anyway, i'm not really going anywhere with this. it just happened again today and i couldn't think of anything else i could write publicly about.
ps i've been pretty bad about blogging in the last year. but i just did a search on this blog for "aliens" and was reminded of things that happened to me over the last couple years that i had totally forgotten about, which then reminded me why i originally started this blog in the first place. i forget the day-to-day stuff. for a while i was writing "NASA Goddard culture essays." these are particularly entertaining to me now. sometimes i think, "why am i writing about this? who cares about this?" but the truth is, i will care, at some point soon when i've forgotten, and for some reason, this is the only way i've ever been successful at keeping a log. my six or so readers might also care (hi, sisters), but clearly this isn't one of those blogs that's meant to change the world. i hope blogger doesn't go out of business.