Sorry about the lack of updates for the last few weeks, but my life has basically been living up to the title of this blog. Really, all that has been going on is me going to work or hanging out around the house doing nothing, so really, outside of horrible customer stories I'm saving for a long stretch of utter and complete boredom, nothing of note happened.
Anyways, obviously something of note did happen, otherwise I wouldn't be posting something on here, right?
Well, around noon today (er...yesterday? Technically?) Matt told me that him and Amanda were thinking about driving up into the canyon to watch the meteor shower, and asked if I would like to come. In all honesty, my initial reaction was "No really". I've never had much luck with the meteor shower. When we were younger, we would just go out in the backyard and watch the meteor shower from there...needless to say, the middle of suburbia isn't really the best place to watch a meteor shower from, and so, as far as I can remember, I'd never seen a proper shooting star in all my 26 years of life. With this as my prior experience, the idea of driving any kind of distance so I could see a whole lot of nothing wasn't all that appealing. Factor in the fact that basically if I go, I drive...well, I suppose you couldn't entirely blame me for not really wanting to go.
So, when Amanda got home and I was still heeing and hawing about going, trying to find a proper excuse to not go, she decides to play the "Mom would probably want to come" card. Now, don't get me wrong: I'm positive that Mom didn't get invited solely for the purpose of getting me to go. After all, Mom would be the one out there with us kids in the back yard watching meteors with us, but her coming combined with the fact that she could drive us up in the Jeep left me flat out of excuses not to go.
So, we drove up Ogden Canyon, and found a nice little "Photo Spot" or "Scenic Overview" or whatever you want to call it on the road up to Snowbird...Snowbasin...one of them skiing places with snow in the name. We spread out the blankets and pillows we had brought, Matt set up his camera that he set up to take long exposure shots (we won't know how they turned out until Matt goes over them tomorrow. If there's anything good, I'm sure Amanda will put in their blog, or give them to me so I can post them here), and we got settled down just as a few other cars pulled up. They seemed happy to stay out by the road, so we had our little observation point to ourselves.
I must say that it was a pretty good show. We saw quite a few, including four or five that had tails, which puts me at four or five "shooting stars" that I have seen in my life. While I didn't see any, Mom and Amanda saw what Matt was something called iridium flares (don't ask me to explain them...as Matt).
We were only up there for about an hour, as mom and Amanda have to go to work in the morning, so we couldn't hang about until 2 am (right about now, actually) that the shower is suppose to hit its peak. On our way back down, there were quite a few people just pulled off on the side of the road watching the meteor shower. So, while we may not of had the most original of ideas, we were the first ones there.
Interestingly enough to note (and not to mention that it proved amusing to Amanda), there was someone who recognized me as we were walking back to our cars. This is made impressive by the fact that I didn't even have the flashlight I was carrying on (the Mag-Lite that I bought Dad for Christmas) so that it wouldn't ruin things for anyone else. Apparently, she used to be a playground monitor at my elementary school, and had a son my age. She said I probably wouldn't recognize her 'cause it's been so long...but that fact that it was pretty dark up there might of had something to do with it, too.
...There is also the minor fact that I'm pretty bad with names and faces, but we'll say that the fact that it was the middle of the night in the mountains canceled that out this one time.
And before you think I was rude to her, I was not. Even Amanda noted how polite I was.
Finally, and I really forget how we got on the subject, but for some reason part of our conversation drifted towards the musical styling of William Shatner. This reminded me that, for some reason, I ended up with a pair of Shatner "songs" in my music collection: Mr. Tambourine Man and Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. I listened to post while typing this. Mr. Tambourine man was about what I expected. Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds...er...not so much.
I can't really explain it, so here...just listen to it.
Warning: This is the only video I could find with the song. It is, for lack of better terminology, "psychedelic". As such, it has changes of color and lighting that would like cause a fit if you have your sensitive to that kind of thing, at least one piece of imagery that I saw and thought to myself "Man...that might creep Chrystie out". So, you might just want to star the video then scroll up or bring up another webpage in another tab or something...the video isn't that great.
