U.S. Space and Rocket Center / Observations of the Past Week
U.S. Space and Rocket Center
I could be wrong, but I believe this walkway was once the entrance to the exhibits at the U.S. Space and Rocket Center in Huntsville, Alabama. But their new buildings now serve as the new entrance.
I did like the look of this area, with the satellite dish in the foreground and the Saturn V Rocket in the background. A pretty cool reminder of our space-age technology.
Photo location: U.S. Space and Rocket Center, Huntsville, Alabama
A three-exposure (-2, 0, +2) HDR tonemapped in Photomatix, edited in GIMP
Observations of the Past Week (2/6-2/12)
As with every Thursday, here are the Observations of the Past Week from Twitter and/or Facebook. Of course, if you follow me at either of those places, you’ve probably seen them already.
Wishing a happy 100th birthday to Ronald Reagan. Although he probably won’t see this. (Because he didn’t have a Twitter account, of course.)
Was watching the Super Bowl last night and wondering - do any FOX shows not advise viewer discretion? (Thanks for watching FOX, the network with no taste!)
Right now it’s hard to tell the difference between thundersnow and my growling stomach. (If there’s lightning, it must be thundersnow. I think.)
If you haven’t heard of me, I’m really famous. And if you have heard of me, you know that isn’t true. (Now you don’t know which to believe, do you?)
Almost time for lunch. One of my five favorite meals of the day. (Does this blog make me look fat?)
At our house, we just have a Winter Weather Advisory for tomorrow, while Memphis has a Winter Storm Warning! Wimps. (Who really needs a warning for 4 to 6 inches of snow?)
Snow coming! But I actually did need bread from the grocery store. Apologies to the 2 grannies I knocked over to get it. (That will teach them to be in my way!)
I’m 39 years old, and yesterday I spilled my drink in McDonalds. (Some things just never change, do they?)
I will not resign as dictator of Burnsland. And by dictator I mean president. (And the crowd booed.)
Or perhaps I will resign as dictator of Burnsland after all. World leaders can be so wishy-washy sometimes. (And the people rejoiced.)
I’m a proud member of the National Trifle Association. (You should see all the trifling things we do.)
Friday just isn’t Friday without a trip to the disco. (If only there were a disco around here.)
The lady at the next table was telling how she turned on the oven and opened the door to heat the house. We’ll be seeing her in the news. (Attention, consumers: Do not use cooking appliances to heat your home!)
Also at dinner. A guy’s phone rang with a Dukes of Hazzard General Lee horn ringtone, and he went into the restroom to talk. No joke. (I didn’t check, but I think his neck was red.)
Happy birthday, Abraham Lincoln! I hope you get something nice, like a Lincoln Continental. (Such a great president, and he invented the car, too!)
One of the categories on the ABC news app is “Royal Wedding.” Really? That’s news? (How come my wedding didn’t get big media coverage?)
