Anyone aquainted with me for anything humanly-measured as a decent length of time will know of my fascination with airships. They have a sort of slow, ponderous, whale-like grace, well-complimented by the shape of the clouds with which they share medium.
One of the many, many reasons for my desire for immortality is to have some chance to live in an airship of my own, kinda like those people who live on ocean liners: Always another veiw, a feeling of independance, a new angle from which to veiw the world (and an airship offers even more freedom than a seaship, giving a new dimension of movement). That and just waking up in the morning and having breakfast whilst looking out over a sea of altostratus or a "mountain range" of cumulonimbus would be innumerable degrees of polished awesome (not to be confused with Polish awesome, a more select category which probably won't feature here).
I'm one of those people who, while acknowledging that I (probably) won't have my airship for several decades or even possibly centuries, I've got rediculously detailed blueprints for it, with some leeway for things like bouyancy substance (or bouyancy-lack-of-substance, as the case may be)
[continued tomorrow... not that anyone will have read this in the meantime since I haven't given anyone a link yet...]