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Fun fact: There is no atmosphere on the moon; therefore, no wind. So, Neil Armstrong’s footprint is still sitting up there on the moon how he left it back in the ’60s. It’s weird to me that they didn’t do a whole bunch of crazy stuff up there, knowing that whenever the next group of astronauts got there, their prints would still be there to greet them, even if 300 years later.
Even something as simple as drawing a message in the dust, like, “If you’re reading this, you’re stupid.” Because then the astronauts reading it would be all, “Oh snap! Neil got us good!”
Unless the astronauts were from another country, and the insult from the Americans started an international incident. Or worse, from another planet, thus dooming Earth in an intergalactic battle. Good thing Neil and the gang didn’t have that kind of sense of humor. Or did they? Sleep well tonight.
To be honest, I had no idea how to draw a ray gun. So I drew that up. I think it was what my subconscious remembered from Duck Dodgers, starring Daffy Duck. It might not be what Daffy’s ray guns looked like. I’m too lazy to google it and find out. Yes, that’s how lazy I am right now. You know when you’re so lazy that you don’t like the show that’s on TV but the remote is too far away and you don’t feel like getting up, so you watch the show? That’s what I feel like now, where google is just a “new tab” away, but I’m too lazy to open it, so I’ll spend the effort typing in this text box instead since I’m already here. I wish there were some sort of freak accident where I could have all the McDonald’s Big Macs I wanted.
I think it’s somewhere between Michael Jackson’s death being ruled a homicide and the 175th swine flu update that you have to think to yourself “what am I watching?”
The answer, my friends, is the pesky time between advertisements that the networks have to fill every night with whatever show of theirs has “news” in the title. I really want a corndog right now. I don’t know who had the idea of wrapping a delicious hot dog in an even more delicious cornbread wrapper, but whoever it is deserves the gold medal of deliciousness, which is an award I just imagined, reserved only for those who have pioneered foodstuffs in such a way that all humans’ lives are permanently changed for the better because of them. I think it’s a shame that you can’t give dogs a bowl full of popcorn.
