WORZALA'S WEDNESDAY WORD 3-14-07
Today's Wednesday Word is "see" as in "Do you see what I see? They've discovered seas on Saturn's moon, Titan. Si? Si!"
So, just as a heads up, this will be the last Star Worz column ever. You can keep coming back to click the ads, I'd appreciate it if you do, but I'm out of here. I'm going to Titan to become a fisherman, and I'm never coming back.
Ever?
Never.
Forget this planet with it's race wars and suicide bombers and homophobes and flip phones and pre-teens in low rise jeans and Fox New's "1/2 Hour News Hour". You can all keep each other, clicking away on my ad for eternity, I'm catching the first rocket to outer space and I'm setting up shop.
Julie can come along. Tani too, to run the bait shop. And Skip, cause I'll need someone to operate a radio station so I have something to listen to while I fish. You don't even need to operate a two hour "hot hit" rotation Skip, I promise. It's going to be mostly Gin Blossoms anyway.
I'm going to get a boat and a rod with 120 pound test line and a cooler full of beers and I'm going to go. I'm going to catch Methane fueled moon fish, and I'm going to cook them up over an open fire and it's going to rock my socks. And on Friday's I'm going to mix in a little lemon butter. My taste buds are going to explode.
I'm going to get there first, and when all you Johnny YouTube Come Latelys get there, guess who's going to have all the good spots staked out? I'll give you a hint: He's got two thumbs and wrote this article. That's right, this guy. You want to cast for Titan Trout by the sunken log next to the reed patch? Good luck with that pal, I got up at 3 a.m. Jupiter time to get that spot. Why don't you try Cassini. Ha-ha-ha-ha. If you can find any fish in those methane puddles Cassini calls lakes.
This is going to be awesome. Good-bye job, good-bye rent payments, just me, a boat and liquid methane as far as the eye can see. I am so pumped right now I might leave work early and start working on my rocket ship. I should be able to build one, right? If Billy Bob Thornton can do it, I can do it.
In conclusion, I want to thank all of you for supporting me for the past 13 months. Maybe, if I have time and can get someone to hook up a modem line to my space shanty, I'll post updates and "catch of the day" pictures. But I'll probably be too busy catching huge trophy bass to write.
Take care, be excellent to each other and watch out for those man eating cows. Now that I'm leaving someone else is going to have to keep an eye on them. My money's on Gary.
So, just as a heads up, this will be the last Star Worz column ever. You can keep coming back to click the ads, I'd appreciate it if you do, but I'm out of here. I'm going to Titan to become a fisherman, and I'm never coming back.
Ever?
Never.
Forget this planet with it's race wars and suicide bombers and homophobes and flip phones and pre-teens in low rise jeans and Fox New's "1/2 Hour News Hour". You can all keep each other, clicking away on my ad for eternity, I'm catching the first rocket to outer space and I'm setting up shop.
Julie can come along. Tani too, to run the bait shop. And Skip, cause I'll need someone to operate a radio station so I have something to listen to while I fish. You don't even need to operate a two hour "hot hit" rotation Skip, I promise. It's going to be mostly Gin Blossoms anyway.
I'm going to get a boat and a rod with 120 pound test line and a cooler full of beers and I'm going to go. I'm going to catch Methane fueled moon fish, and I'm going to cook them up over an open fire and it's going to rock my socks. And on Friday's I'm going to mix in a little lemon butter. My taste buds are going to explode.
I'm going to get there first, and when all you Johnny YouTube Come Latelys get there, guess who's going to have all the good spots staked out? I'll give you a hint: He's got two thumbs and wrote this article. That's right, this guy. You want to cast for Titan Trout by the sunken log next to the reed patch? Good luck with that pal, I got up at 3 a.m. Jupiter time to get that spot. Why don't you try Cassini. Ha-ha-ha-ha. If you can find any fish in those methane puddles Cassini calls lakes.
This is going to be awesome. Good-bye job, good-bye rent payments, just me, a boat and liquid methane as far as the eye can see. I am so pumped right now I might leave work early and start working on my rocket ship. I should be able to build one, right? If Billy Bob Thornton can do it, I can do it.
In conclusion, I want to thank all of you for supporting me for the past 13 months. Maybe, if I have time and can get someone to hook up a modem line to my space shanty, I'll post updates and "catch of the day" pictures. But I'll probably be too busy catching huge trophy bass to write.
Take care, be excellent to each other and watch out for those man eating cows. Now that I'm leaving someone else is going to have to keep an eye on them. My money's on Gary.
Labels: Worzala's Wednesday Word
posted by Matt Worzala at
12:48 PM
5 Comments:
Um, Matt, Titan is a moon of Saturn, not Jupiter...you'd be looking for that lake for a long time. Its okay, Kubrick made the same mistake so you're in good company. Cassini, the only thing he got named after him was a gap, a division, a space where nothing is....a little piece of nothing with his name on it. And a nuclear powered space robot...thats pretty cool.
Save a beer for me.
Dave
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Dave, at 10:24 PM
Saw your blog listed at blogsearch.sg Some of the posts and comments are really cool, Thank you!
By
Anonymous, at 4:46 AM
bait ship? Pisshhh... I want a dive resort or forgetaboutit. And is there wireless internet there?
By
Anonymous, at 2:46 PM
Whoops!
Consider the moon fixed. This is why Dave will have to come along too. So I know where the heck I even am.
By
Matt Worzala, at 4:42 PM
You might need me to come along and grow the hops for the beer and the lemon for the fish. Any idea what planting zone that is?
By
Claudine, at 9:43 AM
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