Post about space and also boring RL things because I can't stop talking about myself apparently
Curiosity landed today.
I want to hug everyone at NASA.
Look at their faces. Look at them.
eeeeeeeeee~
I'll always be sad that I wasn't alive for the first manned moon landing, but this. . .this is pretty good. People think of history as events that took place a long time ago, but this is history being made right now.
I'm having slightly belated feelings of sweeping, patriotic emotion interspersed with words like 'mankind'. Mmmm.
I just. . .aaaaaah. All of the things that Curiosity can do. So much technical progress has been made since the last Mars rover. Curiosity can 'smell', for crissakes. There are going to be so many pictures and papers and press releases and it's fuckin' badass.
Okay. Done flailing about that. RL things now.
I have a job? I think I mentioned that already.
I have a job.
It's at a culinary supply store. I stand around and ask people if they need help finding things and demonstrate coffee machines and ring people up and I'm absolutely terrible at ringing people up.
In terms of things I could be doing for money, it is far from the worst. Nonetheless, it's exhausting and makes my feet hurt and all I want to do when I get home after my shifts is to lie in bed reading detective novels with no shirt on.
I've been single for three months and I'm pretty okay with that. My body isn't, but I am. I've developed an inappropriate attraction to someone I don't really think I should get involved with. I love how I decide that spending time by myself is a good idea and then my animal brain is all like OH THAT PERSON'S HOT WE SHOULD KISS THEIR FACE. Talk about conflicting emotions.
I'm still writing those fics. I haven't stopped writing those fics. I will finish them. Seriously I will. I'm working on one now. Some day they will be done. Some day soon. Someone nag me.
That's all I can think of. Now I have to go sell popcorn machines and stupid kitchen gadgets.
I want to hug everyone at NASA.
Look at their faces. Look at them.
eeeeeeeeee~
I'll always be sad that I wasn't alive for the first manned moon landing, but this. . .this is pretty good. People think of history as events that took place a long time ago, but this is history being made right now.
I'm having slightly belated feelings of sweeping, patriotic emotion interspersed with words like 'mankind'. Mmmm.
I just. . .aaaaaah. All of the things that Curiosity can do. So much technical progress has been made since the last Mars rover. Curiosity can 'smell', for crissakes. There are going to be so many pictures and papers and press releases and it's fuckin' badass.
Okay. Done flailing about that. RL things now.
I have a job? I think I mentioned that already.
I have a job.
It's at a culinary supply store. I stand around and ask people if they need help finding things and demonstrate coffee machines and ring people up and I'm absolutely terrible at ringing people up.
In terms of things I could be doing for money, it is far from the worst. Nonetheless, it's exhausting and makes my feet hurt and all I want to do when I get home after my shifts is to lie in bed reading detective novels with no shirt on.
I've been single for three months and I'm pretty okay with that. My body isn't, but I am. I've developed an inappropriate attraction to someone I don't really think I should get involved with. I love how I decide that spending time by myself is a good idea and then my animal brain is all like OH THAT PERSON'S HOT WE SHOULD KISS THEIR FACE. Talk about conflicting emotions.
I'm still writing those fics. I haven't stopped writing those fics. I will finish them. Seriously I will. I'm working on one now. Some day they will be done. Some day soon. Someone nag me.
That's all I can think of. Now I have to go sell popcorn machines and stupid kitchen gadgets.