From http://test.thespark.com/deathtest/ :
Mark your calendar or Palm V. You can expect to die on:
July 29, 2045
at the age of 70 years old.On that date you will most likely die from:
Cancer (25%)
Alien Abduction (15%)
Heart Attack (7%)
Homicide (7%)
Alcoholism (7%)
Horrible Accident (5%)
Auto-Erotic Asphixiation (5%)
Drowning (4%)
Third Degree Burns (4%)
Confusion (4%)
Yes, i got my license! all of the fretting and the practicing was worth it, oh yes. Next: a car.October. Whee!
Everything's set for my trip to Michigan, except a name. this trip needs a name. I'm trying to think of something but coming up blank.But I've got clearance from work to take a day and a half off, i have the ticket, and a plan on how to get to the airport.
This is the real vacation, after all. This is going to be me spending time with friends in an exotic (exotic? Hm. It's michigan!) locale. And i will go to all of the places that ZC tells me about—Beaner's, where he works, and all sorts of other places.
And i'm going to meet Loba! i'm quite excited about this, I am. I'm going to meet her and...we'll see what happens after that.
I have hopes, but whatever happens i'm not going to be disappointed.
Today, work gave me a box containing a Maglight solitaire penlight and a Space Pen. This makes me happy, because it combines two of my obsessions: writing implements and gadgetry. With the space Pen, i can write upseide down, on slick surfaces, and underwater....thuogh why i'd want to write underwater, i have no real idea. But i can if i want to, and the idea enchants me.Of course, some day I will buy a Century II pen. and some really fine paper....mmm.
Have I mentioned yet that I really, really like good office supplies? Something about pens and paper, rubber cement and envelopes...
Anne, with her father, is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea
