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In Space, No One Can Hear You Complain About Your Job July 20, 2010

Posted by vorpalkeith in Uncategorized.
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This was a real conversation.

Ian: Asteroid mining.  That’s the job for me.

Me: That’s the mindless labor of the space forces.

Ian: Fact, you drive a spaceship.  Fact, you shoot lasers at things probably.

Me: False.  You drive a drill.  And a shovel.

Ian: A space drill.

Me: Sure.  Okay.  The drill is in space, but it’s still a drill.  The same type of drill that would be in Kansas.  They don’t call it a Kansas drill so you shouldn’t call it a space drill.

Ian: Except it’s in space.  Everything is better in space.

Me: So is Kansas if you think about it.

Ian: It’s like Deadliest Catch, except instead of Alaskan king crab, it’s a chunk of palladium the size of Huston.  And, if all goes well, space crabs.

Me: I heard that if you aren’t careful you can catch those off a space toilet.

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