I've been keeping up with a "twitter" from one of the astronauts that is going to take off tomorrow morning. It goes something like this:
Twitter1: Going to sleep at 13:15 hours.
Twitter2: Going to sleep again at 13:15 hours.
Twitter3: Watching Stanley Cup.
Twitter4: Tomorrow is today as per schedule. Going to sleep at 13:15 hours.
For goodness sakes, I wonder who reads the bedtime stories at 12:40 hours??? I've been stressed all day wondering how I am going to make it to get canvas material so I can paint Neil Armstrong... and this dude is about to have a kabillion tons of nitro lit under his butt... It must be nice to relax. I wish somebody would lite some nitro under my butt... This whole internet thing is idiotic. Twitter! Twitter!
I CAN'T DRIVE MY FREAKING CAR TO THE FREAKING ART STORE. IT WAS FLOODED AND NOW THE RED LIGHT COMES ON AND IT DIES AT ALL STOPS. AND WHO CARES? NEIL ARMSTRONG WAS COZY ASLEEP AT 13:15 HOURS.
I miss 1992.
I AM GOING TO END UP WRITING IN ALL CAPS RANTING... AND END UP LIKE JANIS JOPLIN... BARE FOOTED... WALKING UP BAT AREA BULL-E-VARD... DRENCHED IN SWEAT... MOSQUITOES SUCKING MY INNARDS... TO GET SOME STUPID CLOTH TO PAINT SOME GUY THAT I DON'T KNOW FOR NO GOOD REASON...
Maybe I am starting to understand "the range".
4 comments:
Launch was scrubbed due to a leak. I think the leak is from the launch pad, not the shuttle.
I drove the drowned honda around. It dies at every stop. Afraid to get over a couple miles from home. Wonder if it is a sensor that is cutting the engine off.
Will somebody please drive Keith to the art store???
Side Note - Neil Armstrong is just NOT going to happen
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