For some strange reason, people in New Zealand don't celebrate the 4th of July. And since it's something like 10 time zones away, my meetings were late night on the 3rd and dinner time on the 4th. Plus prep time (150 page PDF: You can talk to this tomorrow, right?). Hey, happy to help.
The town fireworks were pretty good. It was a 30 minute display, and then 30 minutes to get out of the parking lot. Good times, good times.
It could have been worse: San Diego's annual uber cool extra crazy awesome fireworks over the bay - the one with synchronized fireworks launching from five different barges - it seems that there was a computer glitch. Instead of a carefully choreographed display lasting 45 minutes, everything went up in 20 seconds:
I love how it set off the car alarms. Half a million people showed up for one glorious - if astonishingly short - earth shattering kaboom. (Via Slashdot, where the comments, err, satisfy).
4 comments:
Yep BIG oops... and a BIG boom! Don't ya just hate those OBTW calls?
Loudest lamp check I ever saw. Either that, or San Diego's check bounced.
"I promise, we'll make good on the check. You'll still do the show, right?"
"Oh, sure. We'll still launch it. All of it."
The main thing I learned was that you wasted your time on the independence thingy. You have sold yourselves into Progressive slavery. Good luck on freeing yourselves you have one election to do so or it's the hard way and I know you are not the men and women your ancestors were or are you?
People in the Internet age have shorter attention spans, right?
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