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January 09, 2007

Gimps...In...Space


If Stephen Hawking gets to go into space, can we all agree that I should be the next cripple to break the surly bonds of the Earth? We need to start a letter-writing campaign to convince Richard Branson that I'm a worthy candidate for a trip to the stars. Better yet, maybe he could put me and Hawking on the same flight. It would make great reality television. Once we're in zero-g, Hawking and I will engage in hand-to-hand combat to the death. Imagine the kind of advertising dollars an event like that would attract. Think Survivor with lots more blood and drool.

Posted by wintermute2_0 at January 9, 2007 09:19 PM

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