Tuesday, December 05, 2006
To the Moon...
I want to go to the moon.I was just reading that NASA is planning to set up a moon base by the year 2024. That isn't to far away and assuming I don't die and can get in shape and can go to college, finish high in math and science and distinguish myself in other ways; I could go to the moon.
Now I know what you're saying, "What are you, fucking stupid?" And I say that that is not the attitude to take. I mean, what the hell else am I doing? And this is the moon! The fricking moon!!!
We were promised a future when we were kids. We were promised rocket ships and space travel. We were promised that one day the people of Earth would realize that the best thing we can do for this planet is try to leave it. What I mean is that while we are stuck here, on Earth, there is not enough of everything. Be it food or resources or just space. But in space, there is plenty of space.
I think that the history of man is kind of defined by trying to get the fuck away from others. We would man leave Africa in ancient times, well, except for the being eaten by lions and shit? Man left Africa, crossed into Asia, across the land bridge into North America and then--nothing. Well, they pretty much went as far as they could. So then they started killing each other. Because as much as the Casino loving Indians would like it to be true that their "ancestors" were all peaceful and living in harmony, it was not true. One tribe hated the other tribes just as much as any blood has hated a crip. As much as any Northern Ireland person has hated the English. And as much as Britney Spears hates wearing panties. More on that later...
Anyway people hate each other. And moving through the cosmos would be a good thing. I mean there is a lot of room out there. Maybe it will inspire some industries to invent new cool shit. And maybe there is like a second grader who will come up with a new form of propulsion or energy just because he or she is inspired by the desire to blast off into space. Now that would be cool.
Ok, now back to Britney's "chachi". Have you seen the pics? Lemme see if I can find them. I am not usually the one to post a link, but, what the hell. Actually, you know what? If you can't find it online then I am not going to find it for you. I have the slowest damn computer in America. If I can find them, anyone can. By the way, the pics? Just a whole lot of eh? It's her gash, to be crude about it. No biggie. She is obviously drunk and making poor life choices due to the fact that her career is probably over at twenty-five. Or...she is celebrating getting rid of that waste of skin that was her ex by hanging out with Paris and letting Paris finger-bang her as they are driving along in the sports car which would necessitate the lack of panties. Guess it's a toss up there.
Well, I have gone from the moon to center of Britney. I once again can take my throne as the king of the random tangent. I anticipate tomorrow being a dull day at work tomorrow so I will probably be able to write something then. Hope you come back. Laterzzz...
