If you haven’t heard, we bombed the moon today.
Where “we” = NASA and “bombed” = crashed a couple of lunar science satellites that were low on gas and beyond design life.
I like to imagine that some day each of these impact sites on the moon will be commemorated by a bland, brown “Point of Interest” sign along the side of a lunar highway at which nobody will bother to stop* (with the exception of spunky bloggers with too much time on their hands and an inexplicable desire to be passionate about obscure things).
PS. That came off as snarky. Sorry. I like all you quirky, passionate people. I snicker condescendingly at all you gif-loving punks that think you’re unique because you like the same crappy TV-shows as everybody else on Tumblr. I hate you all and I’m going to die an old and lonely man.
*I feel like I’m the only person that ends up with clunky sentence structure like this to avoid ending a sentence with a preposition. I wish i could write, but shit like this confounds me.