Breakin’ the law, breakin’ the law….
Also, faster-than-light travel is useful, but not if the only way to do it is to aim back at Earth.
I liked the news clip where Felix walked up and congratulated himself just before he ascended.
Is that why it’s so dark?
Ground Control: Felix – What is your status?
Felix:“GAHHH!!!! I CAIN’T SEE!!!! I CAN’T HEAR EITHER! WHUT?!?”
He’s also falling faster than the speed of poop; he’d better step to the right as soon as he touches down.
You know as a guy he was cursing his visor for preventing him from spitting as he leaned over the capsule threshold…
In peasant times the floors of the thatched-roof cottages (prone to attack by Trogdor) were bare dirt. The peasants would distribute straw, or “thresh”, over the bare dirt as a sort of crude finish. Each door to the exterior had a small wooden plank across the bottom to keep the threshed straw inside.
A “thresh-hold”, if you will.
Funny how such an archaic term makes it on-board a near-space-capsule.
Tomorrow’s unbidden idiom lesson: origins of the word “butthole”.
“He’s the Master of Going Faster!”
It feel pretty still past one hundred thousand miles, luckily his spaceship knew which way to go. I wonder if he told his wife he loves her very much, but I’m sure she knows.
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