Sad Stars

Sad Stars

They do sort of take the magic out of the moment, don’t they?

It occurs to me that I haven’t seen the stars in a long time. I mean real stars: shooting stars, the kind of stars that you can only see on mountaintops and when the pollution is gone. It’s because I work in the early morning and have to sleep early, but it’s also because I don’t look up enough.

Going to have to spend a few nights outside. Sans the stick people, though.

Space Flowers

Space Flowers

Someday we’ll have real sun flowers.

So here’s a bit of speculation: can flowers grow in space? If we take out the need for oxygen, there’s plenty of light in space and some plants can survive in the cold. Maybe some fungi might be able to germinate, but I’m no gardener. I just think space flowers are 240% cooler than normal flowers.

Planet Food

Planet Food

Once again pollution and global warming save the day…?

I’m hungry. I’m going to eat popcorn after posting this. But I was wondering…what would the moon taste like? I’m imagining it would be sort of a chalky taste, pretty dry and unpalatable. The earth might taste good, but all the pollution would probably make it horrible. Too bad.

Space Marshmallows

Because the only thing better than eating marshmallows is eating them in space. I’m going to level with you all though; I really don’t like eating marshmallows. It’s only roasting them that’s fun — the actual consumption I can take or leave. I also really want to go to space. Just because.

Campfires are for chumps.

Campfires are for chumps.