Sometimes fishing can be a hollow pursuit. Especially if the fish are insubstantial chalk-outlines in space. Mind you, I’d like to eat fish that looked like that.
Sometimes I think I should go back to school and retake physics class. But if I did, I wouldn’t be able to draw a totally-inaccurate picture like this then, would I? Anyways, my point is: I like space. Basketball, I can take or leave.
If stars were tiny, throwing-star objects…it would really hurt if one hit you. I think. Really, I’m just wondering how much damage a star to the face would do. It’s probably fatal.
I’m told the view of the earth can’t be explained by mere pictures. It might just be the greatest show on earth. Too bad I can’t live in space. Yet.
Someone was singing that song, and now it’s stuck in my head.
Fat jokes are cruel jokes, especially when they’re not true. Knight probably just gets vertigo, or she isn’t inclined to fly off into space. I like drawing pictures of space. It’s one of Pirate’s natural habitats.
How would you catch the earth? With a giant hook, obviously, but what bait would you use? Is Mars really part of a giant angler fish? Questions like these keep me up at night.
I like taxis. They’re nice and convenient, but they cost a lot. But if I could ride a UFO, I’d be forking over a lot of money. I’m not sure why this popped into my mind.
I like space. The different places and worlds that exist are limitless, and it would be amazing to see all the things that exist beyond our world. With that said, I’m not planning to emigrate to Mars anytime soon.
Missing: One iPod Touch. 2nd Generation, worth little money but high sentimental value. Reward: My eternal gratitude.
PS: I found it later. I’ve never depended on the kindness of strangers, but it sure is nice.