I reckoned to warn you that this hyar interview starts off with an earthy anglosaxonism, but its more of a marsy anglosaxonism, now that I think on it.
Brother KB is a friend of the Junior Ganymede who posted a thoughtful guest post some time back. He has now written a series of essays, with photographs, on what sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime summer vacation. Readers with a taste for geology may find it interesting.
It would be a shame, though, if “Buzz” Aldrin’s application of rough justice compromises the libel suit.
And, on a related note, is anyone else as disturbed as I am over the amazing lack of attention paid to the 45th anniversary of the first Moon landing?
It seems appropriate at this time to solemnly declare that, notwithstanding ugly rumors to the contrary, I am not Dick Cheney.
I already knowed it. I’ve bin watering my herds out thataway fer a long time now. If’n I catch any of you cayuses jumpin’ mah claim, you can expect I will express mah displeasure with ballistic perferation.
I like rocketery as much as the next feller, an’ ridin’ herd on doggies comes as natchurelly fer me as breathin’. But I druther the rockets do the flyin’ and the cows keep their hooves planted square on the good earth.