Wednesday an official milestone was reached: 100,000 people in the United States had died of COVID-19.

And Wednesday we had another trip to Kaiser: James had to pick up the latest prescription for his UTI (now he has a fungal infection) and decided just to reorder a big batch of prescriptions as well. From there we went to Publix. We were actually thinking of going to Barnes & Noble, but instead we came home and I was glad of it, because (guess what) the heat was once again doing a number on my lower GI. We wanted to watch the SpaceX launch anyway: this is their first mission carrying human beings, two astronauts who are traveling to the International Space Station. And the launch is from Pad 39A at Cape Canaveral, where we went to the moon. Mission Control was alive once again. Alas, afternoon Florida weather struck: there was a chance of lightning and a tornado warning. Evidently they did not want a replay of the Apollo 12, where the whole spacecraft was hit by lightning. Twice. They have another launch window on Saturday.

Thursday we had to go back to Kaiser, because while he got all his refills they never gave him the new prescription! Sigh. From there we did a turn around Lidl, then I ran into Kroger for no-salt mushrooms and low-sodium Pringles. We had to hurry home, because James had his first physical therapy appointment for his back that afternoon. While he was out, I decided to tool out to the Office Max on Thornton Road because I thought it was high time I made sure I had a refill for my Sheaffer pen that I use in my journal, and that store was the closest one that had any (there were supposedly three in stock). Well, when I got there, there were none on the rack. Between a very nice salesperson and the manager, they found me the last, lone one, but the package was broken open. They gave it to me for fifty cents.

On the way home I stopped at a Big Lots and found more big rolls of Bounty, plus the oversize bottle of Suave shampoo I was looking for. And Home Depot had triple-taps; I got both a polarized one and two non-polarized ones. After shifting around a few things when I got home, we should have enough spares now.

And Friday we had lunch out with friends! Gathered with Alice, Ken, and Aubrey at O'Charley's, where we got seated in a corner near the bar. The waitress brought your stuff and put it on a tray behind you, and you picked it up yourself, for minimal contact. It worked out well, and my steak, baked potato, and green salad was dandy.

And then we did go to Barnes & Noble, which was both refreshing and disappointing. They have rearranged the entire store, with all the fiction now downstairs. I like the new layout, but I think if possible they may have fewer books in the store! So tired of all the dumb toys and stuffed animals and junk. I don't mind book-related toys so much, like Harry Potter wands and stuffed owls, and the like, because at least they have a connection with books, and learning toys, but building toys and dolls and stuffed animals are just annoying. Since I complained so mightily to them on Facebook, I decided I had to buy something: I found Accidental Presidents: Eight Men Who Changed America, about the vice-presidents who succeeded to the presidency due to death (assassination or otherwise).

We still got home very early; I watched three episodes of Longmire and then, to lure James away from the computer, found Strategic Air Command on Amazon Prime. It worked, too!

Saturday morning I hurried downstairs to finally vacuum the library and then get the main area done, because we would spend late morning and most of the afternoon watching the SpaceX launch. It went flawlessly, even though there was a better chance of rain today and they went almost down to the wire on a weather scrub. But the clouds cleared and the Falcon rocket rose like a dream and lifted the Dragon spacecraft into orbit. It's so nice to see space coverage again! And I loved seeing the excitement of the younger people, including the two astronauts on the NASA coverage and drawings sent in by boys and girls inspired by exploration.

Alan Siler had also arranged to have a virtual WHOlanta on Facebook. I got to the correct group late, and then was always a little behind, so I only saw a bit of the Doctor Who music discussion and a little more of Sophie Aldred, but did see all of Colin Baker. It was a great idea, but I was too distracted by the SpaceX mission to give it my proper attention.

It was almost an antidote for what was going on downtown. People are protesting, and rightly, too, over the death of George Floyd in Minneapolis and Ahmaud Arbery in south Georgia. The George Floyd death is particular nasty—the police officer had him pinned to the ground by putting a knee on his neck for eight minutes, effectively smothering the poor man while three other officers did nothing to stop him. The video of this is absolutely hideous and painful to watch. Arbery was shot earlier this year because two self-appointed neighborhood vigilantes thought this guy jogging through their neighborhood "might be" a burglar who had struck back in December and chased him down. He turned around and tried to fight them off—of course he did! what would you do if you were jogging and two crazy men suddenly started attacking you?—and they shot him (but haven't been arrested for it until now). But of course in a group of perfectly justified protestors there are always people who spoil it for everyone else: suddenly there are figures running amok setting fire to buildings and police cars, and then looting stores. Most of the stores wrecked and looted were owned by people of color, so who was actually harmed? An African-American police officer was deliberately hit and seriously injured as well, by someone on an ATV. Plus an AT&T store was looted. Because nothing says respect for the death of an innocent man like busting windows and stealing cell phones! Atlanta's mayor was furious and told them to go home and quit disrespecting George Floyd's death.

I am having 1968 flashbacks. I was twelve in 1968. Via the news I saw Dr. Martin Luther King shot. I saw Bobby Kennedy shot. I saw riots at both the Democratic and Republican conventions. I saw police turn fire hoses and tear gas and German Shepherds on Vietnam protesters and Civil Rights marchers. I saw Watts burn. And I thought people would know better and be better when I was an adult. And we're still doing this effing racist shit. As if the color of your skin has anything to do with what kind of person you are! Madness! Revolting! Sickening! This isn't 1820, or even 1920! It's the 21st century and why are we still falling for this fake crap about "superior racial groups"?

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So the first morning of the first day of our weekend was spent shopping. Alas, it was stock-up time at Sam's Club, so it was an expensive trip. We needed toilet tissue, Swiffer floor wipes, mandarin orange cups, and about six other things. James also gassed up the truck there. By the time we got there it was almost eleven and things had begun to simmer: it was already up in the high eighties with the heat index several degrees higher. What saved the day from being an oven were an abundance of big fluffy clouds and a nice breeze (but there was change on the horizon).

We stuffed everything in the back of the truck and went to Publix for assorted twofers and things that can only be bought at Publix (like Toufeyan wraps, as it's burrito-making time for James again). As we arrived, just opposite us was an SUV with a handicapped tag. One of the store carts was parked next to the open car door, but the woman driving the vehicle didn't seem to be getting out. Anyway, we got James' chair off the lift and he went directly inside; as he did, I looked toward the woman and she called out "Can you help me?"

Well, it turned out some kind person had brought one of the store mobility carts to her, but had parked it too close to the door before moving on. Try as she might, there was no room for her feet between the SUV and the cart, so she couldn't maneuver to turn and sit down on it. She asked if I could move the cart forward a little and then back it up so there was some space for her to get out of the seat. Sure! Happy to do it, too.

Then we had to offload all the stuff at home and put up the perishables. We both had a sandwich, then decided to do something more fun: go out to Hobby Lobby and Barnes & Noble. Looked around a bit at the bookstore and picked up the newest Sister Lou mystery. When we came out of the store there were many more clouds than there had been earlier and we could both see where it was raining north of us. So we made tracks over to Hobby Lobby. Happily it has been invaded by autumn—two full aisles and two half aisles of fall decorations already (and some standing displays as well, along with a back wall), and Christmas being stocked in the corners and around the side. I bought some discount autumn leaf stickers for my journal, and James found chocolate rocks for the "moon brownies" we are making for Hair Day on Saturday along with a couple of small modeling items on sale.

I had heard a clap of thunder while we were in the store, and the clouds were boiling and grey all around us with a spit of rain in the air. So we covered the power chair and no sooner had we banged the doors to the cab of the truck than it started to rain. Whew. Apparently, however, it was raining only over the Akers Mill shopping center because the rest of the ride was relatively dry and we didn't have to run for cover getting the chair back in the garage.

Tonight James cooked the Italian sausage we bought at Patak's for supper, which we had with the leftover potatoes from supper last night. It was outstanding, not peppery at all, just savory enough, and not even overly salty. We'll have to go back and get more.

Spent the rest of the night watching the new Blu-Ray presentation of HBO's Emmy-winning From the Earth to the Moon, which came in the mail yesterday. It's been completely restored from the original prints, and they redid all the special effects, which were all in standard definition, because they would have looked crummy on an otherwise HD-quality presentation. We did the first three episodes, "Can We Do This?," "Apollo 1," and "We Have Cleared the Tower" last night, and then five tonight: "1968," our favorite episode "Spider," "Mare Tranquillitatis," our second favorite "That's All There Is," and finally "We Interrupt This Program."

My reaction to the new special effects is mixed. I knew they had to revise them, but some of it works and some of it doesn't. Some shots look extraordinary, like the rocket launch of Freedom 7, where you can see every rivet of the Mercury capsule and the Redstone rocket. In general the spacecraft look good, except for the lunar modules. They've done the two stages in a matte flat grey that looks...well, flat. They look CGI, where a lot of the other stuff doesn't. The moonscapes are outstanding, but I think they've oversaturated most of the views of the Earth; the blue looks almost too blue, the continents too defined. We have an atmosphere that makes the edges of things look a bit fuzzy in real life, so the hard edges of a CGI Earth are unnatural-looking.

The re-do also ruined one of my favorite scenes at the very end of "Can We Do This?" in which Buzz Aldrin is maneuvering outside the Gemini 12 capsule and docked Agena. As the two spacecraft come toward the camera in the original, Buzz lifts his right hand and the blue flickers of St. Elmo's Fire (static electricity) dance on his gloves and between his fingers, and there is a close-up of him staring at it in wonder and flexing his fingers. It's very magical. In the reshot version, we see the blue fire on his hands only from a distance and, while it is obvious that he is looking at the hand, it doesn't have the air of magic that the close-up did.

The sound is brilliant. I listen to "The Tech Guy" every weekend and usually on the Saturday edition audio guy Scott Wilkinson is raving about Dolby ATMOS. Now I know why. It really sounds that good, and in the restoration they actually put some sounds in, like the gantries creaking in "We Have Cleared the Tower." When the spacecraft dock, you hear a "boom!" not a click, and the music fidelity is to die for (alas, we still did not get an isolated score; there seems no way to get HBO to release a score album for this show).

One thing that is surprising: the opening music to "Spider" has always been Barry Gray's jaunty Fireball XL-5 theme song, as recorded for the television series. On this restored version, the song is still used, but it's a different arrangement and singer. All we can think of is that HBO retained the rights to use the song, but not to use the original version.

If there is anything bad about rewatching this series, it's when you get to "We Interrupt This Program," which deals with Apollo 13. It's not the least interesting episode—to me that's the Apollo 11 episode (yeah, strange how they managed that)—but possibly the most painful one. Having been made only three years after the hit film with Tom Hanks, From the Earth to the Moon chose to go in a different direction with the Apollo 13 story rather than rehash the movie.

In the opening episode, a fictional television news reporter named Emmett Seaborn, played by veteran character actor Lane Smith, is established as a character who spans the entire series. He's a seasoned reporter of the old school, rather a cross between Walter Cronkite and ABC's science reporter Jules Bergman. "We Interrupt This Program" chronicles how the Apollo 13 crisis was handled by the news media, who already seemed bored with covering spaceflight—until it seems like death might be involved. Watching this episode means watching once again how a shit-faced sensation-mongering asshole named Brent Hutchings, with the full support of the new network suit, undermined an educated, real newsman like Emmett Seaborn, and realizing once more what happened to news reporting in this country when it slowly became more about ratings and innuendo and "if it bleeds it leads" instead of real journalism that tried to inform and educate rather than titillate. I always finish the episode angry and wanting to wash my brain out with soap.

And with that, I think I'll go off and take a shower and see if I can't get some of the soap to seep in there. Ugh.

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Here are my pics of the Full Worm Equinox Supermoon on March 20:

Moon "caught" in the tangled limbs of a tree.

My "artsy" shot:  blooming tree branch against the moon.

This close-up of the moon came even better than I could have hoped!

In only four months from the 20th, it will be the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 moonwalk!

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Well, snellfrocky. It looks like my Saturday Yorktown narrative has vanished. I don't know how or why. But that's for later.

Today we had breakfast, then headed for the Virginia Air and Space Center, which was only a few miles south of our hotel, in Hampton. We found the museum easily and public parking in a garage catty corner from it. Wow, Atlanta would do well to remember this...free parking, instead of soaking people.

This is a small, but very solid museum. I would recommend it especially for parents who have children just getting interested in either aircraft or spacecraft. There are tons of hands-on items for both children and adults, and it's small enough—you can see all of it in about three hours—that younger children won't be overtired.

For adults like us there are some great items of interest: my favorite was the Apollo 12 space capsule ("Yankee Clipper") which took Pete Conrad, Alan Bean, and Dick Gordon to the moon and back. While there were several common airplanes there, like a Stearman, a Pitts Special, and an F104, James said there were many rare planes as well, including one called "Silk Purse" because it has been gutted by NASA and really was a sow's ear at one time. It was used to test thrust vector. Another plane investigated lightning. Most of the unique planes were from NASA Langley, which is nearby. (James is disappointed because when he was assigned here in his Navy days, Langley used to have a welcome center, but it has been incorporated into the Air and Space Center.) There was also a nice exhibit on the Ploesti raid during World War II, and a tribute to the Tuskegee Airmen. (I saw something quite nice as I looked at the latter: an African American man came by with what looked like his daughter and granddaughter. He very reverently wiped the fingerprints and streaks off the display front.)

The space gallery had a bunch of hands-on items for the kids, plus a test model of the new Orion spacecraft that may one day take men to Mars. In a prominent stand was a piece of moonrock. There's also a fragment of a meteor that they are certain came from Mars due to its composition. One of the old lunar module trainers is there, and there is a full-size mockup of the Mars rover "Curiosity."

We took the opportunity to see the 3D IMAX film Air Racers. This intersperses the history of aviation with a young man trying to beat his father's record in the Reno Air Races. His father was the youngest person to win, and he was trying to outdo him. There is an opening bit with two World War II pilots in a dogfight that looks really cool in 3D. Nice soundtrack, too.

We had lunch at the cafe there, too, and were done about two o'clock. In the lobby we had seen a flyer for something called Air Power Park, which was only a few miles from our location, so we went. This is a geodosic dome with chiefly models, but also some memorabilia like aircraft equipment and pilot memorabilia, but the draw is outside, a collection of military aircraft and rockets and missiles. One of the rockets is a "Little Joe" which launched test Mercury capsules. There are only two of them left, including this one.

The back of the park is bordered by a bit of river and marsh with a dock to access the water, and I took a few snaps of the quiet water as well.

Just as we were about to leave, the attendant started talking with us. Well, you know what happens when two airplane fans start talking! He started out telling us how he had painted the "Grumpy" nose art for the aircraft in the Ploesti tribute. It turned out he could not use the original nose art because it was no longer politically correct. He finally did some research and discovered that the Ploesti flight group had used Disney cartoon characters as nose art, and decided to do the "Grumpy" on the aircraft instead. It turned out the actual airplane he based the original nose art on also had a "Grumpy" on it after the raid! He is the head of the Tidewater IPMS group and they have won the right to hold the Nationals in 2014. He was telling us about the money crunch that has the Air and Space Center in a bind, and how the Air Power Park was actually closed down for nine years because there were no funds for it, and just reopened last year. He recommended several museums in the area, too.

We were going to the hobby shop we tracked down the other day, but detoured to a very small needlework shop on the way. The store was pocket-sized but the proprietors welcoming, and they had a nice stock of things, including specialty threads. I bought a small remnant of brown cloth, a kit of a Thanksgiving turkey, and a band sampler that is apparently one of a series of states; it attracted me simply by being a pattern of autumn leaves and sailboats. There is only one minor reference to Connecticut that can actually be changed by fixing one letter.

We arrived at the hobby shop ten minutes before closing. The owner didn't even greet us as we came in, and James didn't like the organization of the store much. He didn't see anything unique there and we left, picked up some Chinese food next door and came back to the hotel.

And now we're watching Big Bang Theory because it's the best thing that's on television.

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Kids my age grew up in the Space Age.

In the late 50s, before we remembered anything, there was Sputnik, Disney's space-themed programs, Explorer I. Then came the communications and weather satellites—Echo, Tiros, Nimbus, Telstar—the great granddaddies of the technology that is bringing me the NASA Channel as I munch my lunch and uploading my memories to the internet. Funny, primitive communication in beeps and then grainy photos.

Suddenly it was the early 60s and men were going into space, and we were watching it all on television. In our classrooms a black-and-white television on a cart—the school "audio-visual department" along with the filmstrip and movie projectors—was wheeled into the classroom and we watched live coverage of the astronauts.

But this wasn't just a school assignment for me. I was wildly in love with anything space. I remember with great affection a coloring/fact book about the planets that I had. The space missions were an endless source of excitement. Oh, I had the usual kid aberrations—I still was disgruntled if space coverage pre-empted my favorite programs!—but mostly I was glued to the television. My mom even let me "play sick" during the Apollo 12 mission, although I was confined to bed and had to watch the coverage on my 12-inch black-and-white television. (Sadly, we didn't get a color television until after the Apollo missions were over.) Of course there wasn't any coverage of that moonwalk since the television camera messed up after being aimed into the sun, but it was great just to sit there and listen to it.

Most archival footage you see of the moon missions includes Walter Cronkite, whose enthusiasm for the space program was well known. I have to confess, except for changing channels during commercials, we were dedicated NBC-coverage watchers. I mostly remember Frank McGee and I'm pretty sure a young John Chancellor, with Chet Huntley and David Brinkley doing the hosting honors. A peculiar, favorite memory was one of the commercials, most of them with a space theme, but one was for Exxon, with film of a tanker ship and a rousing Irish chorus who sang about "sailin' into Bantry Bay, bringin' home the oil." I found out much later via e-mail correspondence that the singer was the famous Tommy Makem (I believe accompanied by the Clancy Brothers; I've since lost the e-mail).

Of course my love of space was always supplanted by books! I bought John Noble Wilford's We Reach the Moon and Richard Lewis' Appointment on the Moon almost as soon as they were published, a great hardship to my budget since my allowance was 25¢ a week back then and big fat paperback nonfiction books like those cost the princely sum of 75¢! But they were worth it, even if at 12 I couldn't quite understand some the scientific jargon in the latter book. (The Wilford book was more of a narrative for laymen, while the Lewis was more technical, but they were a nice counterpoint to each other since the Wilford book only briefly skimmed early orbital flight and the Mercury/Gemini programs, while the Lewis book was the opposite, going all the way back to Goddard and the V-2s of Peenemünde.)

So I'm really enjoying all the anniversary items that are showing up on the NASA Channel between coverage of the shuttle Endeavour mission, including a neat one about the restoration of the coverage footage, as well as the real-time mission on wechoosethemoon.org, which I've been listening to all day: the launch, the staging, the burn putting the spacecraft on a lunar trajectory, and most recently the separation and docking of the command module with the lunar module. The space shuttle is cool, but there was nothing like the excitement of those old moon missions. I hope I live long enough to see us take the first steps to Mars.

It may be time to pull out "Spider" again, too. :-)

Meanwhile, here's some other links for your perousal:

§ NASA Apollo Pages

§ From Doughnuts to Liftoff, Apollo 11 Launch Was Blast

§ Space Program and Television

And ::sigh:: apparently those original films were erased after all:

§ NASA Marks Apollo 11 Anniversary

The restorations look wicked cool, though!

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Just watching the different camera shots from a truly lovely space shuttle launch fifteen minutes ago—just wish NASA-TV was in high-def! Hope Aaron did get to see this! (Guys, we wanna see the photos!)

Had a nice late sleep, then had to run to Kroger. James had gotten a phone call yesterday that they had a prescription ready for him. Wanted to see which, as he didn't have one due. Also had to pick up bananas, more yogurt, and my bread for sandwiches this week, but they didn't have any of my usual buns. I just got a loaf of French bread, which will make two sandwiches and also leave some for supper tonight.

We needed Chex mix, so we went to BJs with a coupon. Basically we bought the Chex mix, an eight-pack of canned corn and an eight-pack of "Leisure peas" and with the coupon got the corn free. (We call the Green Giant Lesueur peas "Leisure peas" ever since we saw a sale sign at Kroger spelling their name that way years ago. <g>) BJs had a tremendous lot of samples today; usually they only have about two or three and at least one is some type of sweet. Today they had half-a-dozen, all good foods. We stopped and had a sample of a Lean Cuisine four pack: sweet-and-sour chicken, sesame chicken, chicken alfredo, and butternut squash with vegetables in a cream sauce. Our appetites were sharpened, well, by appetite, as we hadn't eaten anything yet except for the manadarin orange cup we bought at Kroger, but they were also delicious. We bought a set.

At home we put all the perishables away, then headed out for lunch. We went to Ikea. :-) I had salmon, which was good for me, but I burped up fish taste all afternoon. Except for tuna and shellfish, I just really don't like fish. It tastes...well, fishy. :-)

We were at Ikea to buy an inexpensive bookcase. I ended up with this, the Kilby, which comes only in this "birch" color. I needed more storage in my craft room; there was just too much on the floor.

The original idea had been to get rid of the sleeper loveseat, but I hate to get rid of something that would support a guest, even if we do have a guest room. After watching all those HGTV shows where they put a console table or narrow shelf behind a bed, I decided I would put the sofa in front of the shelving. This meant (a) the sofa would stick out more and (b) half of the bookcase would be unusable, but it was better than having to put holes in the wall.

So we got the thing home about 3:30-4 o'clock, and I went from then to past 6:30 getting things to rights. James put in the screws of the bookcase for me and also turned it upright against the wall; otherwise I put it together, put the shelves up, and then started stocking it. I also moved the two-shelf bookcase that I used to have near my desk in the cellar and had brought home from my mom's to find the phone plug behind it. Now I have the old telephone, the one that doesn't ring, in my craft room. The Kleenex is on a shelf, rather than perched precariously on the back of the loveseat, and I have other things there I use a lot or plan to use a lot: my Elmer's glue, the Scotch tape, my scissors and rulers in an old Pirouline can, blank cards, my paper cutting gadget, etc. I also put my mom's picture up there, some plastic shoeboxes, my Shepard's clock, the cigar box with my mom's handwritten recipes, etc.

Of course the bookcase is not as wide as the loveseat, so there are two gaps on either side of it. Into one gap I put the little table and the table lamp. It is up high enough to shed light on the room. In the other "hole" I tucked things like a garden stake I painted but haven't yet put outside (it looks so pretty I hate to stick it in the Georgia sun and have it faded and blistered!), the yardstick, and my camera tripod. I also tidied and vacuumed, and put out the things I need to start my new project, a birthday gift for Juanita.

(And as a bonus when I cleaned off my drafting table I found the paintbrush I thought I lost.)

The loveseat does "stick out" more, as the bookcase was nine inches deep. That's one of the reasons I cleaned the junk off the floor on the other side of the room, to make more space. However, the space behind the loveseat is not "unusable" as I feared. I had a Xerox paper box full of Doctor Who Monthly magazines, Blake's 7 monthlies, SFX, etc. magazines that was just in the middle of the floor in front of the closet, a PITA when had to get in the closet and especially when I had to use the ironing board. All those magazines went back there, as well as some master videotapes I won't get rid of. (It's cooler for them back there anyway, rather than being on top of the cabinets near the ceiling.)

I also took my mom's records and put them in the guest room under the phonograph that will actually play them. The turntable in my room doesn't play 78s, darnit.

By this time I was starved. James was making some lunches for himself, but he warmed me up the butternut squash Lean Cuisine meal and I had that with some French bread and milk. What a relief that's done! The room needs more work, but it looks loads better now, and the grunt work is done. And I won't be scrabbling for the glue, tape, my paint pens, or my calligraphy pens anymore.

That was a lovely space shuttle launch. The sun had just set and it was like a dream.

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I had the news on and it said that for a few minutes tonight it would be possible to see the International Space Station orbiting with the naked eye. You looked to the west at about 6:54 p.m. and found Venus and Jupiter, who are on a diagonal line from each other, and the space station would come up from below and then climb. Well, our front porch faces west, so I bundled up and went outside.

There were a bunch of lights out there, however; it appeared that tonight's landing pattern to Hartsfield-Jackson has the airplanes routed from north to south, crossing between the two stars. But they were moving right to left and blinking...to my surprise I saw a bright dot come out of the trees and climb upward just to the "left" of Venus. It didn't blink, just rose in the sky until it reached the zenith over the roof of the house and vanished.

So I think I saw it. Majorly cool!

(The title quote is from Space Camp. Trust me, I was just as thrilled as young Andee! <g>)

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