Big rock, little rock.
Going to Little Rock? But Big Green doesn't have any fans in Arkansas ... at least as far as I know. In fact, we don't have any fans south of the Mason Dixon line. Not since Cowboy Scat, anyway. What? Oh, okay .... never mind.
Cheese and crackers, I thought we were going way on down south, but apparently we're going in a very different direction. Out towards KIC 8462852 with a brief stop at the as yet undiscovered Dwarf Planet at the edge of our solar system, and perhaps the undiscovered mystery giant planet as well. So at least our destinations are clear. That's the easy part. The not-so-easy part? Finding an agent who books that far out in the sticks, so to speak. (Actually, it's beyond the sticks and into the rocks.) We usually book ourselves in instances such as these, but times being what they are, it's helpful to have your interstellar ducks in a row before striking out into deep space.
Speaking of ducks, we need to line up reliable transport as well. And yes, I did use the qualifier "reliable" by intention: we tried the other kind of transportation and it didn't work out so well. This time we're going with a professional vendor, like SpaceX. Of course, we can't AFFORD SpaceX because we're a band full of broke-ass mo-fo's, so we'll have to opt for the next best thing. And that, my friends, is a company called SpaceY. (Pronounced "space why?") It's the cheap seat version, by an order of magnitude.
So whereas SpaceX has the famed "Falcon 9" rocket with the patented "Dragon" spacecraft, SpaceY offers the not-so-well-known "Plywood 9000" rocket powering its nearly designed (and no, that's not a typo: it hasn't been designed yet) "Malaysian Tapir 9000" spacecraft. (They seem to like the number 9000. That would explain their requested down payment.) I know what you're thinking .... this doesn't sound like it meets the reliability standard I set forward in the previous paragraph. My only rejoinder to that is, well ... that was more than a paragraph ago. Are you going to hold me to EVERYTHING I've said in the past? How about gurgling noises I made as an infant - do you plan to hit me with those, too?
Well anyway. Our mad science advisor Mitch Macaphee is going to take me and Marvin (my personal robot assistant) to the SpaceY showroom next week so that we can do a walk through and, perhaps, a test drive. He gave me a life insurance policy to sign as well. Such a thoughtful man!
Cheese and crackers, I thought we were going way on down south, but apparently we're going in a very different direction. Out towards KIC 8462852 with a brief stop at the as yet undiscovered Dwarf Planet at the edge of our solar system, and perhaps the undiscovered mystery giant planet as well. So at least our destinations are clear. That's the easy part. The not-so-easy part? Finding an agent who books that far out in the sticks, so to speak. (Actually, it's beyond the sticks and into the rocks.) We usually book ourselves in instances such as these, but times being what they are, it's helpful to have your interstellar ducks in a row before striking out into deep space.
Speaking of ducks, we need to line up reliable transport as well. And yes, I did use the qualifier "reliable" by intention: we tried the other kind of transportation and it didn't work out so well. This time we're going with a professional vendor, like SpaceX. Of course, we can't AFFORD SpaceX because we're a band full of broke-ass mo-fo's, so we'll have to opt for the next best thing. And that, my friends, is a company called SpaceY. (Pronounced "space why?") It's the cheap seat version, by an order of magnitude.
So whereas SpaceX has the famed "Falcon 9" rocket with the patented "Dragon" spacecraft, SpaceY offers the not-so-well-known "Plywood 9000" rocket powering its nearly designed (and no, that's not a typo: it hasn't been designed yet) "Malaysian Tapir 9000" spacecraft. (They seem to like the number 9000. That would explain their requested down payment.) I know what you're thinking .... this doesn't sound like it meets the reliability standard I set forward in the previous paragraph. My only rejoinder to that is, well ... that was more than a paragraph ago. Are you going to hold me to EVERYTHING I've said in the past? How about gurgling noises I made as an infant - do you plan to hit me with those, too?
Well anyway. Our mad science advisor Mitch Macaphee is going to take me and Marvin (my personal robot assistant) to the SpaceY showroom next week so that we can do a walk through and, perhaps, a test drive. He gave me a life insurance policy to sign as well. Such a thoughtful man!
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