Amanda is curled up behind me in bed, wrapped in my sister's bright pink Fubu comforter [yes... a Fubu comforter... I think it's quite humorous], I'm clicking through songs on Chuck's iPod, right now listening to 'This is the day' by The The.

"...This is the day, when things fall into place..."

We [Amanda, Mandy and myself] just got back from the theater, we went to catch the late showing of 'The Village'. Afterwards we laid on the grass in front of my Mom's house and watched the sky for shooting stars.


Above: Here's mandy at my mom's place, rocking Dylan to sleep.

Mandy said she had never seen a shooting star before, and after only laying there for five minutes the three of us saw the biggest / longest shooting star [Amanda and I had ever seen]. The moon must be new, because none of us could find it in the sky, and considering it was one in the morning, it should have been in plain site.

"...in his pocket there's a portrait of the queen..."

Then we got to talking about aliens, and if any of us thought there was life outside of Earth. It reminded me of the quote from 'Contact' when Jodie Foster says,

"...if it is just us... seems like an awful waste of space".

I guess I've always agreed with that. Hell, it seems incredibly unlikely to look up at that sky and think that not a single one of those stars has a massive piece of rock floating around it that has livable weather conditions on it. Even if only for a bunch of insects.

"...my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, because a vision..."

Anyways, the flight this morning / last night went well, no delays, no turbulence. My only beef with the flight was I couldn't get comfortable the whole four hour flight, which meant; no sleep. So I'm a little jet lagged at the moment.





Well, I'm nodding off at the keyboard here, so I think it's best if I pull over and rest my eyes for a bit.