A message from Carl Unix, Astronaut

"This is Lt. Carl Unix. I am inside escape pod A-12. I am alone and awaiting rescue. Its been 5 days since detachment from the Delta Gamma. Rescue beacon has been activated. Only a matter of time."

"With my training, I've been able to delay the effects of space dementia. I'm glad that the environmental support is still running, allowing me to keep a constant gravitational orientation. I'd have gone insane within an hour if I was floating around in here."

"I miss my fiance. I proposed to her the day before my launch date. She's going to kill me if I miss our wedding date"

"I don't even know how I got into this mess. Join the space corp. See the stars.... I should have went to school. I should have stayed on Mars."

THE ESCAPE POD

Printing Scripts

I wanna see if I can finish writing this blog before my 15 page script is done printing... I win

2:10 as I write this....

So last night I watched a program on the SyFi Channel. It was about time travel. Essentially time travel is possible because time is like a folded piece of fabric and Black Holes are tunnels between the layers. It is speculated that if somehow a space ship could encapsulate itself in a pocket of negative matter, it can counteract the Black Holes devastating gravitational pull and will allow the ship to pass safely through the other side in an instant... weird.... I was thinking about all the books and movies I've seen on time travel. Back to the Future is one of my all time favorites. I ask myself what I would do if I had a time machine. I would love to go back to 9/11 and setup my camera at the pentagon and find out what would really happen. I would go back in time and watch all my favorite movies on opening night. How cool would it be to watch Star wars or Jaws in theater? Or Back to the Future? I know... it would be awesome.... I would go to the future and see how my life is. Would I change the outcome if I found out that I have a shitty life? But then... How could I have a shitty life now if I had my own time machine? Conundrums, dude... conundrums...

Not Saying Sorry

int. Bedroom - day

CAMBER, 19, is laying in her bed. She is talking on the phone with JAIME, 23.

CAMBER

Why are you sorry?

Jaime

I don't know.

CAMBER

When you say sorry too much it loses its meaning. Rendering it useless. So next time you say sorry, you better have a good reason why.

JAIME

Well, I would never be in the position to be sorry for anything.

CAMBER

BULLL...SHIT

JAIME

What its true.

CAMBER

(giggling)

BULL.. SHIT

JAIME

Well I'm sorry then.

CAMBER

Why are sorry?

JAIME

Cause I suck.

CAMBER

(yelling)

Stop talking down about yourself!

JAIME

I hate you.

CAMBER

Fine.

JAIME

I mean it.

CAMBER

I hate you too.

JAIME

You're so mean.

CAMBER

Apparently you don't know me like you think you do.

JAIME

But you're awesome at the same time. That doesn't make any sense.

CAMBER

I'm tired.

JAIME

You should go to sleep.

CAMBER

Two more minutes.

JAIME

However long you need.

Camber falls asleep on the phone. Jaime, the insomniac continues with his work as he listens to Camber on the other side of the phone.

FADE OUT:

I don't know if you can tell... but I'm dyin out there...

I feel like writing something but I have no clue what to write about.... I know what I WANT to talk about, but I won't... cause you know, the internet and stuff... and I'm not going to use movie references to elucidate my perplexity. That would just be patent. Instead I'm going to try my very best to be as vague and elusive as humanly possible.... I have before me a series of circumstances that needs an immediate panacea. I find it hard to subsist with the notion that an irrefutable entity of prepossessing nature can encapsulate ones inclination towards besottedness... I'm sorry, why you might ask? Cause I feel stuck between something and nothing...

Its like fucking up at double dutch....

So I finally went half-sies on the Letus 35mm lens adapter. 1138$ and change. Damn, when this thing comes in, its gonna over. So that last blog was me trying to write a blog while under the influence of a sleeping pill. I was trying to fight it as long as I could but I crawled into bed after I couldn't concentrate on the computer screen. I don't think it was strong enough to knock me out cause I just laid there feeling immobilized. I didn't even sleep that night, and when my ipod finally died, I knew it was time for me to get out of bed. But that was at 10:45. And my class starts at 11.

My tv presentation was today at 1:00. My group had made a video explaining about the radio. I thought it was an honest effort by us to make something a little more interesting than what other groups had done. Which was basically read out loud to the class...

doxylamine succinate

I am falling asleep right now. I don't know if its the tryptophan from the turkey/avocado sandwich I just ate. I'm watching an episode of The Office. I just noticed that the receptionist is the blowjob girl from the Derrick Comedy video. Thats so crazy... I like checking my emails. I get some some funny emails sometimes. ............................................................... I'm feeling lighthead.