Of drunken astronauts

It's rare when it happens, but I have to admit, I agree with Post columnist Charles Krauthammer on this one. Since none of us have done it (unless there are other astronauts reading this blog, which I guess is not outside the realm of possibility), none of us can imagine the psychological impact of ascending away from our home planet into the cold confines of outer space strapped onto a gigantic explosive device. This is why a team of scientists recently devised an experiment to monitor the physical and mental health of a crew on a simulated mission to Mars. Not to mention Krauthammer's excellent points about how much control the crew has during the initial takeoff (basically nil). It takes hours between the time the crew boards the shuttle to when takeoff actually occurs anyway.

So let's stop dwelling on silly, unimportant "scandals" and get our space exploring asses back to the moon and onto Mars.

Song lyric of the day:
"We got so drunk that night
I hardly remember driving you home
Or was I driving you away?"
- Superchunk, Iron On