Showing posts with label space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label space. Show all posts

Feb 17, 2012

A Sweet Spot

Not the center of your shoulders being the middle of your back, but the central part of the shoulder. Not top center, not arm pit center, not shoulder blade central. The exact center of your shoulder's being. Which shoulder? Whatever arm you throw farther with. Measure the distances if you need to. Do it outdoors. At the same time.  Minimum two weeks apart, same weather conditions. If you can rent out a dome, that'd be perfect. If you can build a dome, that'd be beyond perfect and we'd think you're from space. If you're not from space, we'll send you to space because who doesn't want to live on a dome on Jupiter's Moon's Moon?  Dogs wouldn't because we won't let them poop outside, we'd be beyond that, we're moon gardeners and moon oncologists for christ's moon sakes. Christ's Moon is what I should call that sweet spot. The one in the direct center of your dominate shoulder. The opposite shoulder center we'll call Satan's Anus (or "say-tanus" for for short).


Apr 20, 2011

Space Sitcoms

The Fresh Prince of No Air

Step Binary Step

8 Complicated Rules

Acc-orbiting to Jim

Fraxyzier

Father Novas Best

How I Met Universe Mother

Wel-comet Back Space Kotter

Hangin' with Satellite Cooper

I Asteroid Lucy

Clarissa Eclipses It All

Be-parsec-ker

Saved by the Occultation