Bill Dungsroman wrote:

entropy e cummings wrote:

bubble, trouble
scratch the Hubble

Last spring I went to Chicago on a business trip. The keynote speaker was Story Musgrave. Story was a trauma surgeon who became utterly bored with being simply a psh trauma surgeon, so he became an astronaut. He talks like a cowboy and walks bowlegged, so I think he's essentially done everything he wrote about wanting to be when he was 8. He busts out motivational speeches for bored, jetlagged business-type drones, incorporating whatever it is his audience does at some point to involve them, like rock star a shouting "Fuckin' A Chicago WHOOOOAH!" But really, he was a pretty cool, fiesty little fucker. His big space mission was repairing the Hubble. Evidently, the bajillion dollar laser-carved lens was affixed half-assedly in relation to the actual camera lens or somesuch (a space-nerd Mysterio may correct me here), so Story and his team busted on out there to do it up right. The first time he tried unscrewing one of the outside bolts in space in zero-G, he starting spinning around until he stopped and secured himself with his feet and other hand ("Heh heh, that didn't happen in them underwater drills, you know?"). He also said that at one point during the EVM, all he had was two fingers hooked onto an edge of the Hubble to hang onto. Fuck that.

Thanks to Story, I lasted until lunch time that day.