I’ve seen a couple of solar eclipses. My first was when I was pretty darned young. Until tonight, though, I’d not seen a lunar eclipse. Thanks to Mari and Doug (and especially Doug’s nifty homemade telescope) that’s been remedied.

I don’t know about “blood red moons,” but there is a definite reddish tinge to an eclipsed full moon. The really notable part isn’t the color, though. It’s the strange darkness of what is normally a bright white circle in the sky. You get used to full moons looking a certain way, and it’s rather sinister to see it so dim and rusty-red.

It was a nifty experience, indeed. So… I wonder when Mari will get around to posting those pictures she took? (I didn’t bother trying with my camera. My first attempt to snap a picture of a full moon back when I first got the thing resulted in a high resolution picture of almost nothing, punctuated by a little white dot. Bleh.)

I just did something depressing.

I’m not the world’s most organized person. (Yes, I know I’m stating the obvious.) In my email I have a couple of folders for storing certain kinds of messages. The “InfoDump” folder, for instance, contains lots of useful tidbits of data… friends’ addresses, login information, that sort of thing.

And then there’s “Pending.” The point of that folder is, presumably, for me to place messages I can’t deal with Right This Minute but want to get to Real Soon Now.

I hadn’t looked in that folder for months until today. Oh, man. There’s a litany of people who have been expecting something back from me since, oh, last year. Damn. Chores undone. Whoops.

Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete.

I’m down to a dozen messages, now. These are what I deem at least remotely possible to get done and still have the doing mean anything. This doesn’t mean most (or any) of them will get done, mind you.

Great heavens above, but I’m a loser. In the terribly unlikely event that anyone who was expecting something from me in the last two years cares to come and read this: I’m very, very sorry.

Argh.