Sickening.
Interstellar Tour Log: March 18, 2014
Planet #74 in NASA list. Near Aldebaran.
Yes, Big Green is still out here, on our massive Interstellar Tour in support of Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick, still picking our way through the dross of NASA's list of 715 planets yet to be explored, blah blah blah. Not the best time to leave your mad science adviser back on Earth. I sure hope Mitch Macaphee is enjoying his time on the beaches of Madagascar or wherever that mad science conference is being held. Frankly, we could use his help.
The fact that most of these strange worlds have been featured in American movies and television shows from the 1950s and 60s is little help when you're trying to determine the precise composition (and toxicity level) of a greenish atmosphere. Sure, you can have that kind of trouble back home, in South Carolina or West Virginia ... but at least down there you have your pick of mad scientists. Up here, we've got Marvin (my personal robot assistant) and his converted wall barometer.
This planet is one of the ones the Robinsons of Lost in Space fame visited. Not quite sure which, since they all looked essentially the same. (One was called Preplanis, I think, right? But then that one blew up.) In any case, no one to perform for ... not even a giant talking chicken. Moving on ...
Interstellar Tour Log: March 20, 2014
Planet #526 in NASA list. Edge of the Milky Way Galaxy
Huh. Thought I just saw Neil DeGrasse Tyson fly by in a strange looking spacecraft. Can't be. Anyway, we may be at the end of the road here, my friends. Everyone is sick of this tour, including Marvin, the mansized tuber (who's just been sulking in his terrarium all day long), both Lincolns, and even sFshzenKlyrn, who has more than once taken advantage of his ability to skip between dimensions and simply vanished from sight for hours at a time. It's a little unnerving when you're onstage in front of a crowd of tiny robots from the planet Industro and you nod to your guitarist to take a solo, and he's in another freaking dimension. (Perhaps the Fifth Dimension, in which case he would have to learn some harmony parts pronto.)
Great googly-moogly, as they say in the vernacular. We're sick of this shit. Next stop, terra firma ... I think.
Planet #74 in NASA list. Near Aldebaran.
Yes, Big Green is still out here, on our massive Interstellar Tour in support of Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick, still picking our way through the dross of NASA's list of 715 planets yet to be explored, blah blah blah. Not the best time to leave your mad science adviser back on Earth. I sure hope Mitch Macaphee is enjoying his time on the beaches of Madagascar or wherever that mad science conference is being held. Frankly, we could use his help.
The fact that most of these strange worlds have been featured in American movies and television shows from the 1950s and 60s is little help when you're trying to determine the precise composition (and toxicity level) of a greenish atmosphere. Sure, you can have that kind of trouble back home, in South Carolina or West Virginia ... but at least down there you have your pick of mad scientists. Up here, we've got Marvin (my personal robot assistant) and his converted wall barometer.
This planet is one of the ones the Robinsons of Lost in Space fame visited. Not quite sure which, since they all looked essentially the same. (One was called Preplanis, I think, right? But then that one blew up.) In any case, no one to perform for ... not even a giant talking chicken. Moving on ...
Interstellar Tour Log: March 20, 2014
Planet #526 in NASA list. Edge of the Milky Way Galaxy
Huh. Thought I just saw Neil DeGrasse Tyson fly by in a strange looking spacecraft. Can't be. Anyway, we may be at the end of the road here, my friends. Everyone is sick of this tour, including Marvin, the mansized tuber (who's just been sulking in his terrarium all day long), both Lincolns, and even sFshzenKlyrn, who has more than once taken advantage of his ability to skip between dimensions and simply vanished from sight for hours at a time. It's a little unnerving when you're onstage in front of a crowd of tiny robots from the planet Industro and you nod to your guitarist to take a solo, and he's in another freaking dimension. (Perhaps the Fifth Dimension, in which case he would have to learn some harmony parts pronto.)Great googly-moogly, as they say in the vernacular. We're sick of this shit. Next stop, terra firma ... I think.
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