Rocket Scientist

One thing I rarely do is look at the search terms, but a good friend, David Rochester , does, and quite frequently, perhaps because his search terms are so odd.  So, I looked.  Mine are considerably more mundane, including several with the term “metrics” in it and one about milk turning sour (???) and, last but not least, “Gifts for the Rocket Scientist.”

Now, I had to admit, that was not a search term I expected to see.  Is this a common problem?  True, my husband has it, but I’m an atypical Rocket Scientist by many measures, not the least of which is my antipathy toward explosives.  To be frank, I sometimes wonder about my qualifications if only because I didn’t spend my youth (or what I call my youth) playing with things that blow up.  Post, 9-11 and the Oklahoma City bombing, of course, fertilizer bombs are very much frowned on, but they were still quite common even 20 years ago, when many of my colleagues were young.  A friend of mine received a large one for his 15th birthday and he took great delight in turning this perfect gift into a crater.  But even those without useful bomb-giving cousins played with firecrackers and gunpowder and primacord and liquid fuels for rockets.

I have no idea why.  Bombs are nasty and destructive and noisy.  However, if you have a Rocket Scientist on your gift list, now you know: give him something that blows up or something that flies up like toy rockets.  Rocket Scientists that I know live for that sort of thing.

But don’t get me anything like that.  My husband, who is required to frequently come up with gifts for his own personal Rocket Scientist, is giving me something I desperately covet: The Sony eReader.  See, I love to read and my house is filled with books.  I’m also perfectly comfortable reading from a screen instead of a page.  The thought of having something compact to hold, say, a week or two worth of reading material, of being able to pull up a book without searching my disorganized shelves for it, thrills me no end.  So, now you know.  If you were planning to get me the Sony eReader (or the Kindle) for Christmas, there’s no need.  I’m good.

Of course, if you want to get me a little keychain from I Do Things for me, that would work too..

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