Today I came home—carrying a half-edited manuscript and tap shoes and a lunch bag full of empty tupperware and a haircut the same as my last and no end of good intentions—to a mailbox full of art.
Maybe I’ll go to bed early. Maybe I’ll make a rocket out of scraps of thread and half-realized ideas. Maybe I’ll fly.
This is relevant to several of my interests. Weird little civic museums are the best.
Remember when I used to do more than reblog melancholy astronauts and dirty jokes?
Me, too.
I haven’t forgotten you, abstract imaginary audience.* I’ve just been really busy, and I find that I’ve only got so much time to divide between job work, freelance work, unpaid-but-important-to-me work, the rocketship I’m building in your** backyard, and the occasional interpersonal relationship; which leaves little for the internet. Under those circumstances, my ‘net presence tends to shift mostly to Twitter, because it’s designed for the kind of interstitial drive-by posting that best fits through the cracks in my current schedule.
So: I’ve got two three four*** big projects to finish up before the end of June, and a few days in a cabin in the woods with some friends where we will inevitably go mad and/or awaken ancient evil, but either way probably end up cannibalizing each other just hanging out, and then diving back into the current, which will, ideally, include more actual, original content here.
In the meantime, there will probably be a bit more melancholy astronaut art and blanket forts and comic-book things. Bear with me. We’re almost out of the woods. And into the other woods.****
*I tend to picture you as a cluster of attentive woodland creatures.
**What? You think I’m going to store liquid oxygen in an apartment? See, this is why no one trusts you with heavy machinery.
***Well, four big projects and a lizard.*****
****But the other woods have a pleasant gazebo!
*****Don’t blink!
YO ANTHONY DROP A BEAT FOR US
CARLY YOU THINK YOU CAN BRING THE MOVES? LET’S SEE WHATCHA GOT, GURL
P…PRETTY DANG GOOD. BUT. BUT CAN YOU BEAT THIS???
AAAAW YEEEAAHHHHH GETTIN’ DIZZY IN THE HIZZY
GIIIIIRRRRRRRL FIIIIIIIIIGHT
And the award for Best Use of Tumblr Ever goes to…
I have nothing to add, except for “Fuck, yeah!”
Mike Collins’ answer in 2009 to: “You are starting to sound a little grumpy. Are you grumpy?”
…I love this guy.
(via asonlynasacan)
You left out the best part, which is that he was interviewing himself.
About everyone’s favorite Cool Hipster Dad of NASA, Mike Collins!
Reflexive Michael Collins reblog. He’s such a Vonnegut narrator, no?
