Hooray, hooray! The first of May!Outdoor fucking starts today!(But as usual it do rain
So we fucks off indoors again.)
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Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
“I only regret that I have but one face to palm for my country.”
Hooray, hooray! The first of May!Outdoor fucking starts today!(But as usual it do rain
So we fucks off indoors again.)
I was today years old when I learned about the theory that monster sixty-foot long octopuses might have been the apex predators of the Cretaceous oceans and I am absolutely creeped out by that.
Especially when you remember how smart octopodes are and compare that to the walnut-brained plesiosaurs and mosasaurs with which they shared the seas.
Mission control, to everyone’s relief, ordered them to come home early. They buttoned up Salyut and climbed into the Soyuz, wearing only their leisure suits. Which became a problem when they prepared to disengage and a warning light began to blink. Sounding nearly hysterical at this point, Volkov shouted at ground control, “The hatch isn’t pressurized! What should we do? What should we do?” Obviously they couldn’t disengage if the hatch wasn’t completely sealed, unless they were in their spacesuits and helmets. They tried various procedures suggested by the techies on the ground. Nothing worked.
Ground control finally advised them to tape a piece of paper over the warning light and proceed. Read that sentence again. Nothing shouts “Soviet space program!” like that single sentence.