My Smoking Gun is Trying to Quit

The Green-Walled Tower

I admit it, I’ve been in a weird mood. Maybe not more than usual, but more consistently. For those of you who like my saner stories, they’ll be coming, but this isn’t one of them.

My Smoking Gun is Trying to Quit

The police asked me about the smoking gun in my hand.

I said it had been smoking since before I met it, but it was trying to quit.

They asked about my red hands.

I said I’d been doing a craft project with disadvantaged youth.

They asked about the head in my freezer.

I said I was running a highly specific cryogenics experiment.

They wished me luck with my experiment and left.

Just as well. If they’d left the freezer door open any longer, it would have ruined everything. Now, I have to go wash the paint off my hands and go pick up some nicotine patches for my gun.

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He’s Out Of This World … Literally & Metaphorically.

The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

Any good?

No, I thought not.

Well, to help you feel even more depressed about your life, here’s an interview with an astronaut … not just any astronaut, but the charismatic bugger who decided to record Bowie’s ‘Space Oddity’ aboard the international space station.

I have to admit, I have a bit of a man-crush on Chris Hadfield – the astronaut in question.

Apart from single-handedly proving not all Canadians are beige [though Toronto Mayor, Rob Ford, is also doing a good job at that], he is intelligent, charming and yet down to earth.

I’ll be posting a few things about him in the next few weeks, but I’d like to start off with this – an interview he gave to Classic Rock Magazine [yes, I buy it, deal with it] which is a gentle introduction into his wonderfulness, especially when he explains how he…

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