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Drinking in Space 2

The party was full of strangers and in a cramped hallway. The other guests were very good at eating food and blocking people from passing through. Drinking helped my super anxiety and when my co-workers showed up we got to enjoy yelling at each other and hunting down bottles of wine.

Kegs were tapped, wine was drunk, and this happened:

Neil deGrasse Tyson and me.

Neil deGrasse Tyson and me.

(And ermergherd I had some acne going. Ignore that.)


Drinking in Space

I don’t have much time to post today. I’m at work and have a free moment to let you know that I get to party in the Hayden Planetarium. I have no idea how awesome it’ll be, but historically Neil deGrasse Tyson has been known to show up.

Here’s something:
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Heathen Sundays

Sunday afternoons have always been awkward. Dad preaches in the morning to the churches I don’t attend. Then he comes home tired and irritated (his current congregations could use attitude adjustments). I stay out of sight. My mornings have meanwhile been filled with tumblr and YouTube and… sleeping. These last few weeks and hopefully in weeks to come have offered an opportunity to reduce my presence on Sunday afternoons.

I connect through Google Hangout (I still have faith in G+!), get propped up on an iPad, and play the captain in a Firefly adventure. Albeit the original idea of me being “captain” was so I could be the Charlie in Charlie’s Angels, but my purpose has evolved so now I really should be there every week.

I know I’m not supposed to be a pirate. I based the character on a sort of cross between Han Solo and Mal, but I’ve turned slowly into a paranoid lunatic who wants super control. I accidentally made a death threat. That’s a bit pirate-ish. I’m paranoid because I have one leg and an eyepatch. Yeah. I couldn’t figure out a good role model for a female space captain (Janeway’s a little strict), so I ended up browsing pirates.

As a fan of Captain Calico Jack, I decided I could be one of his girls: Anne Bonny and Mary Reid were some of the baddest female pirates. Unfortunately, most images of them are kind of shirtless or comfy with each other. It’s been apparently a common theme since… forever for a strong, empowered female (comics, movies, historical figures) to be sexualized in imagery. Is it a way to downgrade their fearsome factor?

I can say a ton of shit on this topic and will probably get back to later. Right now, I’m late.

In the meantime I found an image that sort of goes with my picture of Captain Anne (yeah, I named her after Anne Bonny). Once again we have a sexy lady, but it’s Geena Davis and that makes it better. From one of the worst pirate movies ever made (Cutthroat Island):

A Quiet Earth

This was amazingly relaxing this morning.

Earth | Time Lapse View from Space, Fly Over | NASA, ISS from Michael K├Ânig on Vimeo.

Cool Menthol Flavor

I had a more fitting post with the rest of the week, but I fell on the back steps while smoking and have, to much my delight, been laid up most of the day. I believe this may have been a message from the lung gods to quit smoking. But it just feels so right:

Some more for fun:

All found at the wonderful & magnificent Fake Science, of course.

All Spices Launch on Mark

When I finally move out & get new digs, I will require new home decor to match my peculiar tastes. For the dining area, I will require perhaps these:

This can be purchased at The Museum Shop of The Art Institute of Chicago. (This was the cheapest I found them, most places sold them between $45-$55, and this place has them on *sale* from $62 to currently $37 as of this post.)

If you cannot foot the bill for such lavish design, there is always:

This can be gotten at Modern Tribe at the affordable $9 (when available).

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