What the frack?
Interstellar Tour Log: February 12, 2014
The still-unforgiving surface of Ceres, the alpha asteroid
Greetings from camp slag! As you can see from the subject line of this dispatch, Big Green and entourage are still stranded here on alpha asteroid Ceres, here in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter, a veritable no man's land of broken planets and random shards of rock, careering through an airless void in an endless race to hell. (Sounds like my morning commute, actually.)
Readers of this asinine blog will know that Big Green, in the third leg of its Interstellar Tour 2014 to support galactic sales of our latest album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick, had performances booked in the system of Sirius, the dog star. Trouble was, our GPS navigation system - Marvin (my personal robot assistant) - got the names mixed up in his tiny 1978 Texas Instruments calculator of a brain, and ended up sending us to this lifeless slag in space. It's a bit like camping out, except without the fun (if you think camping's fun). The weird thing is, not only is there no where to play on this rock, but there's no one freaking here, period! I was expecting a hard rock cafe or something, at the very least.
Interstellar Tour Log: February 14, 2014 The still, still-unforgiving surface of Ceres, the alpha asteroid
Hmmm. It seems I spoke too soon a couple of days ago. There is somebody else here. Anti Lincoln was taking his morning constitutional the other day (he has this thing about the Constitution ... he takes it everywhere!) and he ran across a little mining operation on the other side of the asteroid. Looks like Halliburton / Brown and Root has somehow secured mining rights up here, as well. (They say it's part of Obama's
"all of the above" approach to energy production and development ... so I guess that means everything above the Earth's surface is up for grabs.) They're apparently fracking the place. I know, because Anti-Lincoln got a job working the bilge pumps. (They also let him handle burning off the gas leaks. He has a lot of practice with that.)
That puts us in an awkward position. Broken spacecraft, under repair, and intensive fracking operations going on. But it's okay: the project supervisor, a Mr. Nerim, tells us that this asteroid is made of layer upon layer of solid rock soooo thick you could lay a burning sun on its surface, and the sun would just burn itself out and leave the asteroid untouched. So I guess we've got some time.
Plug: Hey, if you haven't heard the February podcast yet, give it a listen. Cheap laughs, and plenty of 'em. Check it out.
Greetings from camp slag! As you can see from the subject line of this dispatch, Big Green and entourage are still stranded here on alpha asteroid Ceres, here in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter, a veritable no man's land of broken planets and random shards of rock, careering through an airless void in an endless race to hell. (Sounds like my morning commute, actually.)
Readers of this asinine blog will know that Big Green, in the third leg of its Interstellar Tour 2014 to support galactic sales of our latest album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick, had performances booked in the system of Sirius, the dog star. Trouble was, our GPS navigation system - Marvin (my personal robot assistant) - got the names mixed up in his tiny 1978 Texas Instruments calculator of a brain, and ended up sending us to this lifeless slag in space. It's a bit like camping out, except without the fun (if you think camping's fun). The weird thing is, not only is there no where to play on this rock, but there's no one freaking here, period! I was expecting a hard rock cafe or something, at the very least.
Interstellar Tour Log: February 14, 2014 The still, still-unforgiving surface of Ceres, the alpha asteroid
Hmmm. It seems I spoke too soon a couple of days ago. There is somebody else here. Anti Lincoln was taking his morning constitutional the other day (he has this thing about the Constitution ... he takes it everywhere!) and he ran across a little mining operation on the other side of the asteroid. Looks like Halliburton / Brown and Root has somehow secured mining rights up here, as well. (They say it's part of Obama's
"all of the above" approach to energy production and development ... so I guess that means everything above the Earth's surface is up for grabs.) They're apparently fracking the place. I know, because Anti-Lincoln got a job working the bilge pumps. (They also let him handle burning off the gas leaks. He has a lot of practice with that.)
That puts us in an awkward position. Broken spacecraft, under repair, and intensive fracking operations going on. But it's okay: the project supervisor, a Mr. Nerim, tells us that this asteroid is made of layer upon layer of solid rock soooo thick you could lay a burning sun on its surface, and the sun would just burn itself out and leave the asteroid untouched. So I guess we've got some time.
Plug: Hey, if you haven't heard the February podcast yet, give it a listen. Cheap laughs, and plenty of 'em. Check it out.
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