Yay! Jack slept 6 hours straight last night and it was like a zombie cure serum for me! :) I can actually smile without it being forced. I can't say my photographic memory is back - that was one of the first casualties of pregnancy, but at least I remember my To-Dos without looking at my calendar. Jack's enjoying some tummy time now and saying Boo repeatedly and finally burping spontaneously! :D

I've finally gotten round to reading Michio Kaku's Parallel Worlds since two nights ago. It's been a really fascinating read, bringing back the wonderment of the old days. It's staggering how absolutely tiny we are in the scheme of things. Considering how the black hole in the centre of our galaxy is several million times of the mass of our Sun (which is pretty gargantuan already if you ask me) and is 1/10 the size of Mercury's orbit.

It was probably better therapy for me than watching Firefly, to be honest. Since childhood, I've had an intuitive distinction for what's reality and what's not. That explains why horror movies never frighten me. I can't say I'll ever have the opportunity to travel through a wormhole but that the possibility is more real to me than living the exciting life as a smuggler on Serenity. It's ironic, because I'll never get to do both in my lifetime.

Firefly is based on science fiction. Space travel is pretty darned dangerous: radiation, machine failure, the list goes on... It just seemed rather unrealistic (albeit very fun). Parallel Worlds is based on science, as counterintuitive as quantum mechanics is to the mind.

I'm probably contradicting myself as I go along (I haven't had my cuppa green tea), but I think the difference for me is that when I turn off the telly, I know the specific experience of living on Serenity is gone forever (till I watch it again). But when I put down the book, wormholes and parallel universes are still real and wondrous for me.