The jetpack from Martin Aircraft Company of New Zealand looks like a viable version of the personal hovercraft that we were supposed to have by now. I want one. Of course, aside from the cost (they don't give a figure but I am guessing on the order of $100K now), the airspace around here is so heavily controlled that it probably would not have been the solution to the rush hour traffic on the beltway I was stuck in yesterday coming home from a meeting. But I can dream.
I also wanted to mention that I got an interesting insight into one of my colleagues the other day. She is one of a handful of people who has access to a particular room in our facility. Nobody had been in there for a while and, when she went in, she noticed a foul odor. She found its source - a dead mouse. And she immediately screamed for the nearest man to handle it for her. I was amused, but I'm not sure I would have reacted differently.
Finally, there was a news story about a jogger on a beach in Georgia who was killed by an airplane making an emergency landing. You can't get much worse luck than that.
