3-Dimensionality is Nifty

This morning I went to the California Science Center to go see a 3D Imax film. Shit. So excellent. I don't know if you've ever been to one before, but seeing in 3 dimensions is the shit. Well, I guess we do it all of the time, but it's something special when it's coming from a screen in front of you. It was as thought I was really in Africa on safari. I can't wait to see the Sea Life one when it comes out. They also have a Spacewalk film out, but I don't know if I'm willing to sacrifice 1.5 hours of my life listeing to Tom Hanks. That guys has so many freaking voice-over deals from Apollo 13, it's crazy.

The tagline for the Spacewalk film was, "Only 12 people have been on the moon; you be the next." That's really quite crazy to think about. Can you imagine being one of 12 people to do anything? It blows my mind to imagine what it would be like to actually be one of those 12 people, and thinking everytime when I looked up at the moon, that I had been there, and that it was something that so few people had and would ever experience. Wow. I could die on the moon and people happy. I wouldn't mind going that way. Just to look back and see the Earth and suddenly realize how small we are. Fuck. I want to go to the moon so bad. I'm getting into that mode when I start thinking about something realistically unattainable, and strat getting upset that it is that way. It happens when I think about being a princess or having magical powers... ooorrr... whoa, I've never even thought about this: a princess with magical powers. Sick!

Bed. Dreams. Music. Thoughts.

Please let me dream of space.

Speaking of space, I should really clean my desk.

It would really suck to see in 2D. Mmmm... I wish I was a chameleon. Or maybe not, but more like having the ability to see like one. Well, actually that doesn't appeal to me so much. I guess I just want the chameleonization ability. That's not a word. Camoflauge. Yeah. I don't know why I talked about their eyes.