Last night I came home after a particularly hard night at work, a late night too, and all I want to do is lay in bed and do some reading. Somewhere I’ve got Arthur C. Clarke’s Rendezvous With Rama that I picked up a few days ago. But, because I wanted to read that, of course I couldn’t find it. Days that go bad usually tend to stay bad, right? I mean, isn’t that how it always goes?
So, instead, I just laid in bed and watched 2010: The Year We Make Contact via youtube on my phone. It’s not something I’d necessarily classify under our glorious “sci fi tomorrow,” but it’s some shit I couldn’t have done as a kid, right?