Could it be Chuck Yeager, who on October 14th 1947 the X-1 (which he named Glamouros Glennis in honor of his wife) past Mach 1 breaking the infamous Sound Barrier and became the fastest man alive?
Or this gorgeous specimen?
Who knew Space Camp Thursday was so popular? Just ask Prince or Jay-Z or Puff Daddy/P. Diddy/Diddy/Sean John, the best way to get people interested in you is to retire, then come back, then retire, then change your name, then come back again. Well, people, here you go. After along hiatus, the return of Space Camp Thursday, except on a Friday.
I think that guy on the right looks a little intimidated by this large rocket. And the fact that so many ladies seem to be enjoying the large rocket.
Jay-Z will love that he’s being affiliated with this.
It’s almost the last holiday of the summer and to celebrate, I’m taking a whole four days off from this blog. Yup. Four whole days.
While I’m sure you will all be just miserable without my daily commentary, I haven’t taken much time off from this online spew-fest since the big redesign of Spring ’07, and I need some time to recharge those creative juices. Also, I’m going to be at a farm and a lake without much Internet access, but plenty of beer. Which means I’ll be sitting out on the porch getting sunburned while grandparents watch Lu, leaving little time to update this here blog (I’m practicing my country accent for the trip, sounds good, huh?).
If you’re bored, try clicking here. Or here. Or here. Or, if you must, even here.
So, I’m off.
Godspeed.
“I freaking hate gravity. Being in mission control sucks. I am so full of teenage, dork-infused angst.”
Written on the back of this picture in purple, bubble pen:
“Sarah was weird.”
Gee, you think? Observant little astronaut, wasn’t I?
