Ever have that kind of neighbor that would come around asking to borrow something like a mower and like a good citizen you would agree to the temporary loan only to then come home a few weeks later to the sight of an empty adjacent house with a For Sale sign out front and no obvious sign of your neighbor or mower. Well neither have I but that is kind of what happened to NASA with their free and easy approach to handing out lunar rocks over the past many years. They have lost track of a large number of them and now most of these rocks are probably just sitting abandoned in top drawers of university laboratories, on dusty shelves of private research centers, in close proximity to Fraggles or sitting atop a wizards staff as the main source of it’s mystical power.
Hey guys, check out what that nice NASA man next door let me borrow for our lawns. Apparently if the atmosphere outside became toxic you guys would die a slow and painful death and I would be just fine in here. Of course I didn’t ask him that specifically. That would be weird and creepy.
Anyway as usual this NASA thing was what my original post was going to be about but I have been distracted during the writing of this post by another topic so I shall put these space shenanigans to one side and follow my new lead instead. I was amused to notice that I have made it into the Good Greatsby’scaption contest’s finalists. I love a good captioning caper and most of all I love awards of no discernible value, so fingers crossed I can win bloggers hearts with my captioning and take home the intangible Christmas bounty on offer. I was curious as to why my site’s hits had gone up despite my recent lack of substantial posts but I then noticed that the Good Greatsby’s caption contest was listed as a referrer. I must admit that most of my posts comprise simply of a few random pictures with some absurd captioning but I really enjoy the challenge of taking a harmless looking image and finding the amusing and slightly disturbing themes concealed between the lines so to speak.
You know what Doris, I think your husband should cook without the burden of slacks more often. Don’t you agree?
I am going to enjoy the increased traffic curtesy of Mr Greatsby and his quintessential quip quest which hopefully means I can give a few more people than usual a small chuckle in the upcoming week. If you are a new visitor, welcome to my humble blog and make yourself comfortable. Preferrably not sans slacks but then again who am I to dictate your mode of comfort. For my regular readers, does anyone have a mower I can borrow for the weekend?
Vote for me or I let these astronauts get hit by that runaway shuttle behind them. Just kidding … kind of.