Down count.
Can't see. Must wipe the sweat from my tormented brow. That's it... that's got it. Finished... my work here is through! And now for the final... OH, MAN-GODDAMN! Hey, out there. How long has it been since you were last here? A week, already? I've spent practically that whole time trying to fix my A-90 keyboard controller. I suppose if you were to be charitable about it, you could describe me as technically challenged. And with help of the sort you get from Mitch Macaphee ( Big Green 's mad science advisor) and Marvin (my personal robot assistant), I feel like the proverbial one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. Hell, if this is a horse race, I'm the nag hopping along on one hoof. (Hmmmm... what other colorfully rustic aphorisms can I employ here?) It's hard enough trying to prepare for a tour under these conditions. But when you're also dealing with the uncaring vacuum of space, it's, well, kind of life-threatening. Speaking of life threatening,...