Yesterday I went and saw Lucy's Legacy at the Pacific Science Center. It was a great exhibit displaying the history of Ethiopia and one of it's most treasured finds, the world's oldest living human fossil. I loved the history aspect of it as my conventional education regarding the region mostly consisted of the Italian occupation during WWII. Oh and there's that whole Queen of Sheba story which historians are still debating over whether she even existed or not.
Jeff once informed me that the Fun Forrest in the Seattle Center will be closing next spring so I took what will probably be my last ride of the roller coaster there. It was actually pretty fun. Given that it's all rickety and old made the experience that much more exciting. I'm going to miss it.
Afterwards Eli, Friend (yes that's his given name), and I had a nice meal at Cedars. After stuffing ourselves we walked around the U district. We passed some ads for Verizon written in some southeast Asian language. It got me to thinking, which is dangerous I know. Do Asian people have a more difficult time sending text messages? I mean does the language translate well into typing it in a small phone? Do older people of the culture complain about the bastardization of their beloved verse into phrases such as 'OMG U SUX'? These are serious questions that I believe only the wisest in the field of linguistics can answer.
I picked up part of my Halloween costume in some random store for my Boondock Saints outfit. No I don't have a 'twin' yet and may never, but since it got the most votes and I like the idea I decided I'm going to do it anyways. Last thing I need is a Celtic cross to make it complete.
"And I am reminded, on this holy day, of the sad story of Kitty Genovese. As you all may remember, a long time ago, almost thirty years ago, this poor soul cried out for help time and time again, but no person answered her calls. Though many saw, no one so much as called the police. They all just watched as Kitty was being stabbed to death in broad daylight. They watched as her assailant walked away. Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men" - The Boondock Saints