Friday Reacharound: Mars, Motherfuckers:
Hey, Mars. It's been a while. Nice to see you again.
One of the Rude Pundit's earliest memories is of sitting in his grandparents' living room and watching the first moon landing (note: he can't be sure if it was the first one, but everyone else in that room is dead now, so, okay, sure, why not just say it was Neil Armstrong). He has a latent space travel geekiness that leaps out when things happen like, you know, landing a rover on fucking Mars, which happened on Monday. That's fuckin' Mars up there. We did that, with three other countries. You're allowed to get a patriotic boner every now and then, like NASA administrator Charles Bolden, who said, "It's a huge day for all of our partners, it's a huge day for the nation. It's a huge day for the American people. Everybody in the morning should be sticking their chest out, saying 'that's our rover on Mars'."
And if you can't appreciate the almost inexpressible magnitude of that, then take a moment or two to get your face out of the computer or your nose out of the sandy asses of the beach volleyball players, get outside, and look at those beautiful stars and glistening planets, man.