This will get your juices flowing!
Yep, looks like every able-bodied military person in the US must be overseas, because NASA has apparently turned to imaginary American Buzz Lightyear for their next mission.
Real American and real hero Buzz Aldrin is his mentor.
O, how the mighty have fallen.
There’s a clue to the motivation for this travesty in the YouTube info:
Veteran astronaut Buzz Aldrin mentors Buzz Lightyear, co-star of the Disney-Pixar Toy Story films. Buzz (the toy) is headed to the International Space Station aboard Space Shuttle Discovery to commemorate the opening of “Toy Story Mania!” at Walt Disney World Resort in Florida and Disneyland Resort in California.
I wonder how many zeros Buzz Aldrin got for his dignity.
As we at the ol’ raincoaster blog understand it, Spring is late in coming to parts of the world, and in such times our thoughts go always to those more primitive, dependent species: cephalopods, crustaceans, and government contractors.
Alas, we do not know, for it is not recorded, what became of the famed lobster of Gérard de Nerval, but we would not be at all surprised to discover it still lumbering mournfully around Paris, seeking its owner and the subtle secrets that only dreams can tell…
But what if it’s chilly? Does this living national treasure of Symboilist Symbolist Poetry shivver in the chill miasma rising off the Seine? I shudder to think it.
Behold, the solution:
cross-posted from TeenyManolo, with a bit of editing
Everything old is goo again!
(I had to; it was there)
Yes, GenX’s favorite toy (besides Pong, that is) is celebrating its thirtieth birthday this year. As with everything and everyone who turns that undeniably-adult age, its tastes have changed over time to something more…sophisticated?
Say hello to Love Slime, Hot Slime, Relax Slime (?) and Elegance Slime (????).
From TrendsInJapan via Gizmodo.
Note that the company says these fragrances are “scented to appeal to adult sensitivities” rather than scented to enhance adult activities. Like that is going to stop anyone.
Speaking of which, it appears that Mrs. Bill Murray is tired of being slimed and has filed for divorce. I guess she has no tolerance for middle-aged ennui and reinvention of self? Or she could have just asked him to wear a condom.
In related news, here’s a story about some of my colourful relatives. Expect The Sister to pop up any second to deny it…
At my cousin’s wedding they had little pots of slime at the place settings. I kid you not. In the wedding colours, too. It was floral-scented. All my now-grown and dapperly be-suited cousins spent the entire wedding dinner sticking their thumbs in the little pots to make farting noises. And people wonder why I live at the other end of the country.
Chihuahuas are creepy. Chihuahuas in turtleneck sweaters can be up to no good. Watch your ankles!
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