spatch and I sat on the couch and listened to the 2022 BBC
Table Number Seven and then we watched the successful launch of
Artemis 1 and it was a very nice evening in several decades, presence of radio cat included. The heterosexual text of
Table Number Seven really makes much less sense than the alternative, no matter how necessary a dodge of the censors it may have been at the time. I was so afraid the launch would not go off. I loved how much it looked like a meteor burning the other way.
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I felt this so strongly that I had trouble believing it had actually happened, even while watching it.
Wonderful that we're finally, finally making steps back to the Moon. I was thinking this morning that despite all the political, economic and social chaos of the present day, when people are looking back in 500 years, they'll remember climate change and spaceflight. Everything else will be incidental.
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I shall upload a book tonight if it kills me (it may kill me!) so this was a nice piece of postmodern domesticity. Thank you.
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A: Alright who's staying up until 1 am to watch the moon launch?
B: Where is the moon going?
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The heterosexual text of Table Number Seven really makes much less sense than the alternative, no matter how necessary a dodge of the censors it may have been at the time.
bwee! I'm trying to remember the first work that ever made me think this.
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