Archive for July, 2009

Today’s Non Sequitur

Posted in Family on July 31, 2009 by dcbradshaw

Took the girls to a local park yesterday, and when we got there, there was this little girl, probably 6 or 7, running around playing. As soon as we got there, she told me she was a secret agent. I said, “Not any more, you just told me!

But she said it was okay, she had an alias and her cover was a job at a sandwich shop.

…Interesting.

But the thing that struck me the strangest: she was sitting by herself, pouring sand into a bottle, and she says, to nobody in particular,

“There’s trouble in the wizard world.”

It wasn’t an exclamation or rally, it was a calmly-stated observation.

Creeeeeeeeepy.

Anyway, while we were there, the wife snapped this winner:

dnd1bardrop

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. (etc.)

Posted in Family, The Life of a Dome Jockey on July 26, 2009 by dcbradshaw

I fell down the stairs this morning, while carrying the toddler. Landed hard on my butt, rammed my forearm into a step, scraped my other arm and shoulder on an iron candleabra which also ripped out of the wall, and twisted my ankle and foot on the floor when I finally made it to the landing.

Did manage to mostly cushion her fall, and she wasn’t hurt, just scared.

I, on the other hand, feel mostly horrible, but here I am at work on a Sunday, which is non-standard for me.

It’s the museum workweek curse: Tuesday through Saturday, with your weekend Sunday and Monday—it’s very common in the industry, since most museums (and the like) are closed on Monday for upkeep and maintenance and whatnot.

We’re so short-staffed that it was easier to schedule one of the science center full-timers to cover the theater on Saturday and have me come in on Sunday.

I do like having Saturday off every now and then, to spend with the family (and in fact this weekend I have family from Chicagoland in town; took the Wii over to mom’s last night and much fun was had by all bowling and playing tennis), and it’s nice to work a Sunday here and there since it’s a half-day, but I think that just the same I’m going to take it a little easy today, and stay tanked on Ibuprofen.

Saturday Metal

Posted in Music on July 25, 2009 by dcbradshaw

Let it be known

Posted in The Life of a Dome Jockey on July 24, 2009 by dcbradshaw

…that for the first time in my planetarium career, going on 5 years now, a visitor’s cell phone rang during a show.

First time it’s happened.

I’m lucky—thick cement walls, held up by big steel girders, and what is essentially a big aluminum cage surrounding the audience (the projection dome) means that people in the theater typically don’t get a signal, and though I include “please turn off your cell phones” in my intro spiel, phone ringtones during a show have never been a problem.

Until today.  I think it may have been Axel F.

I’m hoping that there’s not a new tower that’s just come online nearby or something…

Tinkle, tinkle, little star

Posted in The Life of a Dome Jockey on July 22, 2009 by dcbradshaw

My first show of the day was attended by a small group (a dozen or so) of developmentally-disabled adults, chaperoned by a single adult.

As they were leaving after the show, I could quite clearly see that one of them had peed her pants.

The chaperone was oblivious.  I tried to catch them on the way out, but they were gone by the time I got to the lobby.

My next point of concern was that I didn’t know where she was sitting, and I thought for sure that I would have a hard time finding the offended seat.

I didn’t.

Biohazard cleanup in the planetarium, ASAP, please.

Saturday Metal!

Posted in Cool, Music with tags on July 18, 2009 by dcbradshaw

This JUST happened

Posted in Hilarious, The Life of a Dome Jockey on July 17, 2009 by dcbradshaw

Woman Chaperoning Summer Camp Group: (pointing to the doors behind me) What is that?!

Me: This is the planetarium!

WCSCG: (excited) Oh!  We can see fishes and stuff in there?

Me: Uh…  Not typically, no…

Woman Behind Her: PLANETarium.  So it’s plants and stuff.

Me: Buaaalaalaaahuh?

Okay, maybe not all of that is true.  I’ll let you decide which parts did and didn’t happen.