Yesterday I discovered a less-than-glowing review of one of books on the web.
I was disappointed and dismayed. It felt like I'd failed an exam. Not a life-shattering experience, but certainly not pleasant, because I worked really hard on that book, ya know?
Then I watched Carrier, on PBS. They took cameras onto the U.S.S. Nimitz and let 'em roll.
Now, I have a soft spot for the navy -- any navy -- because my dad was in the navy during World War II and I was in the Royal Canadian Naval Reserve. Let me tell ya, that was a pretty unusual job for a teenage girl in the 1970's. It was a wonderful experience, and a great way to learn self-discipline. There's no negotiation or whining in the military. Well, okay, there is -- surreptitiously. And we will not speak of the abduction of the petty officers' beer.
My pity party ended in about a second and a half.
I'll be watching and/or taping the rest of Carrier this week.