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The Poor Excuse

September 09, 2004

Since the cat is now bagless for most everyone I know, I guess it's time I fess up to why I've been absent from Bloglandia for the past coupla weeks.

I'm moving far, far away...to San Francisco. I got a new job and I'd rather not commute 12 hours a day, since that would be, well, impossible. There. Discuss.

Or, if that's not enough for you, there's always the Genesis capsule. It makes me very sad. I mean, this brought a tear to my eye:

Visitors and guests, watching the retrieval on two large screens in a hangar here, cheered when the returning capsule was spotted by a high-magnification camera at 9:53 a.m. ...Over the next few minutes, the image grew bigger, showing a capsule spinning and tumbling.

The crowd fell silent and confused when the controller said, "Ground impact."

I heart space exploration. Poor, poor Genesis. I hope NASA can scrape some sun junk off those panels.

And I hope Phil Collins didn't get too banged up.

(Aw, come on! I had to.)

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