Weird weather today. Snow at one point, rain at another. The fabled "winter mix" that meteorologists sometimes like to talk about. Good flu-havin' weather.
I'm amazed that next month'll be March, that we're midway through February already. Winter's hardly really happened, and we're nearly facing Spring.
Lordy, I turn 42 this Spring. I don't know how my folks felt when they turned 42, but it's just weird for me. My stepdad would've been my age now back in 1980, so, yeah, that was a long time ago. It'll be that way for B1, as there's the same span of years between him and me as between me and my stepdad (and, bizarrely, between him and HIS dad). So, B1 will be my age right now in 2044. That's just crazy. My 21st Century boys!
Weird to think that we're already 12 years into the 21st Century. I remember, as a kid, thinking about the Year 2000, how exotic and alien that seemed. I'd be 30 in the Year 2000. I remember distinctly thinking that as a 10-year-old. My nearly 42-year-old self laughs at that, honestly. Lurched right through 2000, and sailed by 2010.
Watched "2001" the other day -- B1 loved seeing the spaceships in it, hearing the music. But it amused me to watch a 44-year-old vision of 2001, and how futuristic is still was, how hell-and-gone far from that we are. No HAL. No moon base. No deep space missions.
"The Road Warrior" is, sadly enough, the most prescient of cinematic SF portrayals. I think we're likelier to go down that road than anything in "2001." At least here in the States.
