OK. This is it. Life premieres in America this weekend! For a video preview of the U.S. version (and in case you missed the huge banner ad splashed across the top of the NYT Friday, yet silly Discovery Channel still won’t let me embed the video here), see here. For those of you with cable, rejoice. Deets: 8 p.m. Sunday, Eastern and Pacific. Perhaps 6 p.m. Mountain Time? For the rest of us; don’t despair. That just means we’ll get to see the original Attenborough version when it gets released to DVD, rather than the inferior Oprah-ized edition. Still, if I had cable, I’d be watching Sunday night.
In other news, my car currently smells like the inside of a dive shop.
Two gigantic neon tanks of compressed air (properly braced)? Check.
Regulator? Check.
20 pounds of weights and weight belt? Check.
Buoyancy Control Device (aka scuba life vest)? Check.
Mask, fins, snorkel? Check, check, check.
7 mm wetsuit that adds the blubber equivalent (BE) of a pilot whale? Check. I’ve tried that puppy on, and all I can say is that there is clearly a reason sea creatures look doofy anytime they try to get around on land. This is about as thick as wet suits come, but in the Blue Hole (average temperature: 62-64F) where I’ll be diving, I’ll be glad to have it. 62F is trout country.
Spirit of Adventure? Check.
Remember when I discovered the Pelagic Magic blackwater dive? Well, I’m halfway to my dream. I finished the classroom and pool work for SCUBA certification in February, and this weekend I’m traveling to Santa Rosa, NM to complete my open water certification dives. My plane tickets are booked for Kona, Hawaii for April 17. I’m on my way.
As for the rest of you, I want reports on the first episode of “Life”! I won’t be around to post this weekend, so cozy up at home Sunday night for some Life on Earth goodness, and then report back here what you thought. See you next week!
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Hooray! Have fun!
Hee. Doofy.
She did wonderfully well.
Thanks, George! [blush] And thanks for the pics of the freshwater sponges! Might have to do a post on those sometime soon. And yes, everyone, that means I’m now a certified diver! The blue hole was gorgeous and I got to see some real live crawfish on the sides and at the bottom. If you got too close to their little territories, they’d stick their pincers and tails up in the air as if to say, “You want some? Bring it!” These were 3″ crustaceans. I wanted to say, “Dude — Do you know how big you are?” As my friend Matt said, it was small dog syndrome. Which just goes to show — it’s not how big you are. It’s how big you think you are.