He has to use his nose to extract a communion wafer from a plastic maze, he’s sooooo sleepy afterwards

Not sure how I got here but listen to the episode and also I wrote this forever ago for In These Times inthesetimes.com/article/spac...

Expending my yearly carbon budget to fire a Terrys chocolate orange out into deep space to persuade any observing aliens about the benefits of carbon-based sapience

I really feel no loyalty to the dead gas lagoons of planet wheremsoever, let me stay on spaceship earth and weep with joy about eg solitary bees and cave paintings and the existence of the great Terry and his chocolate oranges

Tune in to listen to me snap my spine in half trying to pronounce Konstantin Tsiolkovsky, with apologies to the noble Russian language

Space theodicies are about market capture, resource rushes and the new formations of military-industrial collaboration between state and private industry, no one is going to live lavish on Mars babes and if they were they wouldn’t be taking us

big naturals Gandalf died with twitter. Long live big naturals Elrond