In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog:

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Not Where I Want to Be

NASA has a live feed at the International Space Station. Every now and then, something appears, and the UFO hunters become very vocal.

No matter what the objects are, or if they're evidence of alien life, I wouldn't want to be up there, in a high tech beer can, without an exit door and a return craft. Call me a sissy. I don't care.


  1. I watched this several times, but I'm sticking with my originally theory. It's a discarded refrigerator. Don't ask me how or why. It's well documented that our orbit is cluttered with space 'junk'. I just hope the door of said 'fridge was removed so no alien accidentally gets locked inside.

    1. It's only a matter of time before we find a broken washing machine on the front porch of the space station.