Remember when there was a country that would launch a man into space with a spaceship made for $8 and a box of rubber bands? Remember when we were willing to risk it all for a shot at the final frontier?
Nowadays if there's the slightest chance that an astronaut might get motion sick they scrub the launch, or worse don't even schedule it to begin with.
But they never got a single one of those rubber bands to the moon, now did they? And they also killed an awful lot of good drunk pilots in the process or merely orbitting the Earth.
Not if the stuff in the museum isn't junk. There is nice stuff and there is junk. These Soviet horders don't know the difference. They have none of the good stuff to display because it all blow up...it blowed up REAL good.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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*Sigh* Remember when space was "the final frontier" and we were actually eager to get there?
Remember when there was a country that would launch a man into space with a spaceship made for $8 and a box of rubber bands? Remember when we were willing to risk it all for a shot at the final frontier?
Nowadays if there's the slightest chance that an astronaut might get motion sick they scrub the launch, or worse don't even schedule it to begin with.
Risk, it seems, is no longer our business.
But they never got a single one of those rubber bands to the moon, now did they? And they also killed an awful lot of good drunk pilots in the process or merely orbitting the Earth.
Now I need to go watch "The Right Stuff", and restore some faith in humanity.
o.o
Aren't ALL museums kinda junkatoriums at one level or another?
Not if the stuff in the museum isn't junk. There is nice stuff and there is junk. These Soviet horders don't know the difference. They have none of the good stuff to display because it all blow up...it blowed up REAL good.
I LOVED the Soviet moon suit design. Saw it at the Air/Space in DC.. It's all one piece, you climb into it from the back and sealed in.
The control panel flips out on the front of the suit. Just an AMAZING concept, which you cannot appreciate until you see it up close.
Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end.
I SO wish they would have gotten to the moon.
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