I can’t remember when I found out stars were really far away, but I sort of hate whoever told me that. The idea of catching a star is really cool. Just give me a bug net the size of the universe and a rocket ship that can go faster than light and I’ll go grab one.
I really should stop drawing when I’m peckish. Does anyone still use that word? Anyways, I wonder whether I can buy some moon dust and bake it into a cake. Would it kill me to eat it?
Yes. Yes, it probably would.
At some point in the future when I have money to spend, I need to have a custom bowling ball made of the earth. Then I can watch it roll down the gutter for hours at a time!
…I can’t bowl.
I really wish I could go into space. And breathe in space. And…you get the idea.
It’s pretty cold around here again. Winter storm warning, and tons of snow. Maybe I won’t make it to work tomorrow, maybe I will. Either way, it’s sort of cold.
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.
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.
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.
And now, somber reflections upon my descent into insanity. One day I’m talking about marketing my books synergistically with my own reading desires the next…this.
Some days are bad days. Like when you step in dog poo. Or get hit by a train. Or both. But some days you’ve gotta bite the world back.
If I could bottle sunlight I’d…wait, that’s called a lamp. Well, if I could bottle heat I’d…that’s a furnace. All I want is an unlimited energy source for the cold winter.
There’s nothing like the sky at night. Got nothing more to say than that, really.