This is Short like my Book

I don't have a lot to say today.  I'm reading the Time Machine by H.G. Wells, and we've already read a short section of it in class.  My dad has actually wanted me to read this book since I was 13, so for the second time, I'm coincidentally reading something he's wanted me to for a while.  

Again, not much here.  It's a pretty short book, so I'll just cover all of it in my next book.  You know the societal jazz and all that.  

Space Travel and Suffering

We've gotten to see and read a bunch of space travel focused sci-fi as of recent, which is always fun.  There's Firefly, which is more soft-core in my opinion, then Battlestar Galactica, which emphasizes pretty heavily the significance of 'jumping', and then we have the Vector Alphabet stories, which slings is from various perspectives of benign spacefaring civilizations.  All in all, it'd been a pretty fun six weeks in terms of the content for me, since I like seeing the social/governmental dynamics of people when high brow technology is a factor.  

As I've stated before, I didn't really care all to much for firefly, and while I really enjoyed Battlestar Galactica, I don't think I could actually get into it.  The short stories, however, required no such long term commitment for immersion, and covered a bunch of my interests in lighter manners (tech., aliens and alien interactions, etc.), all while being incredibly thought provoking and fun to subject to closer analysis despite it's length.  

Otherwise, the last few weeks have been pretty mellow, and I still haven't started my fan-fiction project because I can't decide what work we've looked that I want to focus on nor whether I'll write up a story or a few comics, so imminent suffering ahead.