I have decided that I am one of the least observant people I know:
I was attending a Flash training class in central Phoenix today (the building is about 100 yards from Indian School Rd and Central Ave), and as I was leaving for lunch, I heard a news report over the radio that two helicopters had collided midair above Indian School Rd and Central Ave, around 5 to 15 minutes after I’d left. Though it’s an extremely tragic event, it still would have been a pretty awesome thing to see; and I like to think I could have seen it if I were just a little more observant of my surroundings.
On a much happier note, my wife thinks that having two helicopters crash land on you would be a sweet way to die. Much better than dying of stinking old age.
UPDATE: Removed a dead link to an azcentral.com news article about the story
I decided to title this article based on how my oldest son, Aidan, likes to refer to sequels (and for that matter, originals: “Daddy, we’re going to go see Transformers number 1.”)
A few months ago, my wife placed a pre-order for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and assuming we would have completely moved to Phoenix by then, decided to use her grandparent’s address for the shipping address. Long story short, this is the only book of the series that I was able to read before her.
Though it was Becky that got me started on reading the books, I have really enjoyed them, and was looking forward to the book arriving (though I’ve always seemed to like entertainment intended for children). While I am no critic (though, it could be argued that the common reader is the best critic), I did think the book was very well-written; however, I can’t say if I actually enjoyed the book or not.
Becky knows me well enough to know that if I liked a story, it means that no one (of importance) dies; and if I didn’t like it, it means someone I didn’t want to die does (in the case of this book, that would be Harry, Ginny, Ron, or Hermione; sorry, still can’t spoil if any of them live or die, because I don’t want to die myself).
And yes, I’m very shallow when it comes to stories; which is probably why I had a hard time reading some of the assigned Shakespeare tragedies in high school.