Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Someday when I grow up...

...I'm going to be an astronaut.

That's what I always said when I was younger.  And then reality set in: poor eyesight, unbalanced coordination, and the killer of all dreams, the need to earn a living.

I don't feel so bad, though.  Space travel hasn't quite kept pace with its promise.  What? No FTL drives?  No big bad lasers?  Why would I want to go up into space if, you know, I can't blow stuff up?

1 comment:

  1. "Why would I want to go up into space if, you know, I can't blow stuff up?" - this made me ROFL. so true especially when your a fan of the intergalactic wars! yaheheh

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