Didn’t post last night, and am actually okay with that. It’s nice to not be spiralling into some kind of slough of despond over missing one day, and instead getting up and dusting off and carrying on. 🙂
Went to the Daredevils exhibit in the IMAX Theatre today. It was actually rather upsetting, to be honest. I understand people being cruel, or petty, or unthinkingly stupid. (I don’t like it one bit, but I understand.) And the stories about all the people voluntarily cheerfully planning to go over Niagara Falls in a barrel was baffling, and a little sad.
One man thought it would be a good idea to tie an anvil to his feet inside the barrel. For ballast, you see. Ballast would mean that the barrel would float right way up when he got to the bottom of the falls!
They found his right arm.
And then there’s the man who made it over and survived but suffocated when his air ran out, and the man who made dinner reservations whose body was never found, and… I really do not understand. Especially having seen the falls. The idea of going over them is terrifying, and this was entirely voluntary.
An anvil. Was there no-one around to say “hey, Chuck, maybe this ‘going over Niagara Falls in an enclosed space with a 100 lb chunk of iron loose in there with you’ idea is not the greatest”? Why didn’t he listen, if there was?