Starry Wisdom

I was out taking pics around my neighborhood today when I saw this:

Awesome license plate, man!

Sunday was a sad day for tv:

1) BSG Season finale – An OK episode to cap off a boring season. And we must wait until 2008 for new episodes, but at least we get a TV movie in the fall.

2) Rome Series finale – The more I think about it, this was nearly the best possible ending for the series. The episode was definitely a good one for an already excellent series. It had some really great lines in it. But it is really sad that it’s over. Mostly because it’s the end of Pullo and Vorenus.

Yesterday I went up to SF, because my mom wanted to visit Fisherman’s Wharf (again). I was OK with this, because I brought my camera along for pics, which you can see here. We also walked down to the Ferry Building to visit the Imperial Tea Court for some tea, on the suggestion of k8to, which was most enjoyable.

Get Your Cyborg Name

Also, I just accepted an offer for my own job.

Current pic, using a real camera, not the macbooks, of the scar. Be warned, it’s rather big:

http://www.chazin.net/new_brain/IMG_0003.JPG

My head slooshes.

Here is my current bruised and swollen head:

Is it just me or does this seem like something from a PKD story or something?”

http://www.mizuho.com/m_products_headframes.php

My Paternal Grandmother passed away on 2/23/2007. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer a year ago, so it wasn’t a big surprise, and she didn’t really suffer much, and she was 89. However, I didn’t find out until Monday Morning. Which is fair. No reason to tell me something like that before brain surgery.

Anyway, as things worked out, I had two grandparents alive at that time. One is very, very dear to me (my Maternal grandmother), the other one, I never was close to. She was a pretty distant woman. So while I am sad that she died, it didn’t really cause me much grief. However, as soon as my dad told me on Monday morning I had to call my other Grandma – who thankfully, besides severe arthritis, is in good health for someone on the verge of changing from an octogenerian to a nonagenarian.

Anyway, I don’t question the decision to keep it from me, but I know I wouldn’t have been really affected. She was such a distant, and fairly cold woman – I mean I loved her, she was my grandmother, but i wasn’t really fond of her. My other Grandma, though, is one of my favorite people in the world.

I feel a bit bad that my dad didn’t get to go the memorial service, but, well, not that bad.