Space, the Craptastic Frontier
It is a stressful time here at the CBCF (www.cbcf.org), since we have exactly 9 days until the Run for the Cure, and I seem to be the one in charge of stirring up spirit and fundraising with our teams. I am not so stressed, but everyone around me is. My job is not so postable-exciting, but I will summarize for you: I call people. All day. Sometimes I send them packages. Sometimes I email them. You know.
This is a bit concerning only for the fact that I have a serious fear of phoning, and generally have trouble calling friends, let alone strangers. But such is the world of learning experiences.
new topic.
Can I just say, WTF NASA? Seriously. Did we, or did we not, send people to the moon in the 1960s? How truly hard can it be to get people up in space almost 40 years later?? Like, I'm no scientist or engineer or anything, granted, but at what point did NASA stop being able to make space shuttles that don't break apart? Pieces just keep breaking off these puppies. Launches are delayed for days because oh, something is broken (and you didn't check it until day before/day of?! Seriously?), and then things start breaking off in space "yeah, it's about th size of a paper bag, we don't know where it came from, but humans have never gone into space without leaving debris, hurr hurr hurr). Maybe they should stop making them out of paper mache. They should get some sort of partnership going with DuPont. I dunno.
That is all.
Oh, and the rain is depressing me a pinch. But I got new fabbity fab shoes.