| I don't have the NASA channel. I don't even have cable, even though where I live is the first city in the world to ever have cable television. I just have my mind wherewith to play, and a cleverly rigged indoor antenna system that gets me up to ten channels on my Sony KV2063R, on a good day. I'm glad NASA is developing better ways to get around. I should need someone like you to tell me what's on, Michelle, only tv doesn't do it for me anymore. I need stimulation.
I could probably invent a better way to get around in outer space, but it's pretty desolate out there. Not a whole lotta life within shouting distance. I'd rather go to Fiji, or Tahiti. Or New Orleans, when it gets itself fully back in shape. I was thinking of getting a motor home and just travelling around the southwest, maybe stopping by Vegas and shooting some craps. I liked Las Vegas Vacation with Chevy Chase, come to think of it. It was that blue $28 safari suit that Randy Quaid wore in the film that really sent me. I laugh to myself everytime I think of him piling schlopp at that buffet counter in that pathetic outfit. I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those, but I imagine he probably had a pretty good allowance at the time, plus all the food he could eat.
Coincidental Juxtapositioning of Spatial Coordinates. That's the way to go. CJSC. Pulsing ahead one little step at a time and ending up light years farther away in just a few minutes. Beats having to blow up a sun and destroying a world in the process just to surf to the next inhabited world. I tell you, the fallen angels have had their day, they should just bow out gracefully like the lemings they are. This is the place. Might have to wait a few hundred years the way things are going, and it might be too late at that. Ah, c'est la vie. I hope this world gets saved by a white knight or that they change their minds. Pretty unlikely, demons that they are. We are doomed, Michelle.
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