You know what makes me sad? Nobody gives a shit about space anymore. When I was growing up space was exciting, now you can't have a decent space conversation with someone at the bar without them excusing themselves to go to the restroom THEN BLATANTLY NOT GOING AND STARTING TO TALK TO SOMEONE ELSE . That's how fights happen. This is a picture of a 30-foot rock that rolled across the lunar surface some 50-100 million years ago. You can still see it's tracks. The ones my truck left in the mud when I went to burn down my ex's house? I covered those. It's believed the rock got rolling from the impact of a meteor crash. Ugh, look at you -- you don't even care. Listen, here's what I want you to do: I want you to look at the moon tonight. And while you're staring at it, I want you to say OUT LOUD: "holy shit, we've put people up there". Then keep repeating it until you realize just how amazing that really is. Space: let's bring it back. Then start a cult.
Thanks to Billy, who still wants to be an astronaut even though he got really claustrophobic and started crying that time I locked him in the closet. The right stuff: I'm not sure you have it.