Hammer Mill Days

I don't know. What does that look like to you, Mitch? I think it's a fizgig, but I can't be sure. A space sextant? Nah, no way. Never a sextant. Oh, hi, folks. Big Green , here. Yup... we're on our way, once again, to sunny Aldebaran. (Since Aldebaran is, in fact, a sun, it's always sunny there.) Turned out old Dimitri had a few units within our price range. Of course, Mitch has never driven a Soyuz (they're all standard transmission, you see), but our own Johnny White has volunteered to sit in on the flight controls. Got a pretty good deal on this old clunker, I must admit. I think it may have been part of the Apollo Soyuz mission, but I'm not certain. (At least parts of it might have been part of that mission.... hopefully the good parts.) But it's sealed, it holds an atmosphere, it's space-worthy... it's sold! Though I think Marvin (my personal robot assistant) may be becoming unduly attached to the navigational computer. (Unseemly.) Okay, so...

Last debate of the presidential season this past week - #49, I believe - and it was kind of hideous, in my view. Someone in the McCain campaign must have given their man the word to look at Obama , not just once, but frequently . And for god's sake, don't look too angry... try to smile from time to time, even when you're looking at the Muslimy Kenyan guy who hangs with terrorists. Well, McCain appeared to have taken all this advice a bit too literally. For long periods while Obama was speaking, the Republican nominee leered at his opponent with a strange, pasted-on smile, leaning back stiffly in his chair, his eyes glassy, almost zombie-like at times. I know I've commented on this before, but McCain looks for all the world like someone applying anger management techniques in the most exhausting way. He has that tendency to deliver a speech in that slow, sing-song fashion, like he's talking to preschoolers just before nap time. It's like somebody squeezed a wolve...