Loving the Love Crazy Astronaut

There's so much about the astronaut love triangle to capture my interest! First of all, there's the wealth of background about the alleged perp. Ms. Nowak was (until now, of course) something of a poster child for career opportunities for women at NASA. So much so that even as the case was unfolding, The Today Show could play a slick, NASA-produced little film bio of the inspiring Nowak. Here she is as a little girl, winning a science fair. There she is as a Navy pilot. Here she is boarding the space shuttle. There she is packing her murder kit, which included a mallet and a BB-gun.

Best of all, there's the diaper. Yes, Lisa Marie wore a diaper so that she wouldn't have to stop to … um … void herself during her 900 mile drive from Houston to Orlando. Of course, unless her vehicle got 900 miles to the tank, she'd still have to stop for gas and how much incremental would she have clocked by peeing at a Shell Station? Oh well, that's what I get for trying to impose my cynical, earthbound logic on a Love Crazy Astronaut.

Maybe I deserve this

I wore my glasses today to lay the groundwork for a faux sick day tomorrow. You know, maybe it's the achy head and sinus trouble that make my contact lenses feel so uncomfortable. Missing tomorrow wouldn't constitute a deadly sin, since all that's on tap is a 9 until 2 dog-and-pony show where I will be required to play neither dog nor pony.

So imagine my shock and dismay when I actually developed a headache and a cough this afternoon. And not until AFTER my boss left, so he can't be impressed with my Lou Gehrig-caliber suffering and courage!