Hey, it's Monday and it's 50° F in February. Situation normal. Nothing to see, carry on, etc. Four high altitude spy balloons shot down over North America in the past few days, and everyone's making jokes. I am too. They're pretty big and higher up than most aircraft can reach. Let's take a look:
Sorry. Let's have a look for real:
There is an informative article about what is known in the NYT this morning, but I can't be bothered finding it again. Try searching "Wu Zhe+scientist+airship" if you're interested. (Typing this up at around 10 in the morning. I've got some busywork ahead today and some trips to the stupid food stores. All of them. In between boring tasks, I'll be sighing, muttering, grawlixing I'll try to watch last night's The Last of Us and read a little bit of The Emperor and the Wolf. I'm on page 77 of, like, fifty billion*. T'hat's before the microscopically detailed filmographies of both Mifune and Kurosawa, copious notes, and index. If I finish my list of crap, I'll be around. If not, talk amongst yourselves.)
What's up with you? hi kristinbytes.
Fonts ab(?)used in this posT: Antic Slab & Amatic SC
*actual page count - 77/649. With appendices, notes, index - 823 pp.
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