rayelias
<font color=peach>An expert on only some things ;)
- Joined
- Oct 11, 2004
Making the rest of us look like lazy dopes.
Of course, I'm referring (tongue-in-cheek, don't flame me) to Astronaut Dave Williams.
Spacewalker, Engineer, Medical Officer, Mid-Deck Supervisor, IT Specialist... And, he's humble about it, too. I'll just bet he's probably good-looking, to boot.
It's guys like this that keep me away from highschool reunions. Who can compete with this?!?
(Banarama playing in the background, me standing next to the punch bowl hiding a flask of Jaegermeister trying to spike it without Mrs. Kratchet seeing (what is she, a hundred?!?)...)
Dave: "Hey, Ray! Great to see you! What have you been up to?"
Me: "Well, I moved out of my mom's basement a couple months ago when they promoted me to head tape rewinder at Blockbuster. What about you, Dave?"
Dave: "I just returned from space where I successfully completed three difficult spacewalks, making repairs on the space shuttle. I also was the chief medical officer, so I guess all that training I had in medical school was useful. While on board, I was in charge of the mid-deck. Oh, I also helped design and set up the computer network and a lot of IT stuff. So, all those advanced computer classes I took in between the medical training came in handy. In a nutshell, I was responsible for a $4 Billion piece of machinery while flying through space at 25X the speed of sound. It's reminiscent of performing surgery where you have to keep track of hundreds of things at one time. Nothing much... all in a day's work." (eye twinkles while a halo glow surrounds his head)
Me: "Oh, so you're just a government employee. Good luck with that. Maybe you should try some Ritalin. You can't seem to focus."
You should've run him over with the Kaht, Bob.
(In all seriousness - congrats, Bob. That must've been so cool to be able to talk to these heroes.)
Of course, I'm referring (tongue-in-cheek, don't flame me) to Astronaut Dave Williams.
Spacewalker, Engineer, Medical Officer, Mid-Deck Supervisor, IT Specialist... And, he's humble about it, too. I'll just bet he's probably good-looking, to boot.
It's guys like this that keep me away from highschool reunions. Who can compete with this?!?
(Banarama playing in the background, me standing next to the punch bowl hiding a flask of Jaegermeister trying to spike it without Mrs. Kratchet seeing (what is she, a hundred?!?)...)
Dave: "Hey, Ray! Great to see you! What have you been up to?"
Me: "Well, I moved out of my mom's basement a couple months ago when they promoted me to head tape rewinder at Blockbuster. What about you, Dave?"
Dave: "I just returned from space where I successfully completed three difficult spacewalks, making repairs on the space shuttle. I also was the chief medical officer, so I guess all that training I had in medical school was useful. While on board, I was in charge of the mid-deck. Oh, I also helped design and set up the computer network and a lot of IT stuff. So, all those advanced computer classes I took in between the medical training came in handy. In a nutshell, I was responsible for a $4 Billion piece of machinery while flying through space at 25X the speed of sound. It's reminiscent of performing surgery where you have to keep track of hundreds of things at one time. Nothing much... all in a day's work." (eye twinkles while a halo glow surrounds his head)
Me: "Oh, so you're just a government employee. Good luck with that. Maybe you should try some Ritalin. You can't seem to focus."
You should've run him over with the Kaht, Bob.
(In all seriousness - congrats, Bob. That must've been so cool to be able to talk to these heroes.)
