For some reason I thought that I had already written in my blog today, but couldn't for the life of me remember what it was I had written about. So you can imagine my surprise when I clicked through to Blogography and found that the reason I couldn't remember was because I hadn't written anything.
Well crap.
It's not as if anything blog-worthy happened, as I spent my entire day working. This means I'll either have to dredge up something from my past, bitch about something going on in the news, or bow out gracefully with a monkey cartoon.
I'll choose door number one. Because, let's face it, a rant about all the bullshit that's filling the news now-a-days could take pages. And Bad Monkey is still recovering from his run-in with the TSA.
The above photo is of me and my Valentine Love Rocket. At this point in my life, I still had delusions of becoming an astronaut, so most of my time was spent thinking about escaping my earthly confines and going into space. Even when it came to making a Valentine card box for school. Surprisingly, I remember most everything about this scary craft project, which is odd considering I can't explain why I'm wearing that headache-inducing shirt. Nor can I explain why my hairstyle was stolen from Mr. Spock.
I remember that the body of the rocket is made from ice cream tubs. The top capsule is made from a small coffee can (I think it was Folgers, but I remember it being green, so that's probably not right). The rockets on the bottom are plastic cups that should have been spray-painted silver, but I ran out of time (then, as now, I tended to procrastinate until the last possible moment).
Not that I want to critique my younger self, but that "rocket" is pretty much crap, isn't it? No wonder I couldn't ever get into NASA.
Well that was fun. Tune in tomorrow as I procrastinate Bullet Sunday.
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damnit, the bit about the shirt and hair almost made me spit out my water. nice. 🙂
awww, you’re being too hard on yourself. Pretty creative for a young kid.
I love your old pics! 🙂
I think it’s really cool!
Well, I think your love rocket is magnificent!
I remember back in the day when us kids made our own fun. Maybe it’s cuz we had to. So much automation and boredom nowadays.
Wait – why am I commenting on a blog when I could be playing an MMO?!?!!!
No, it’s not crap at all. It’s wonderful, and it’s more than enough to say that you made a rocket when you were a kid. How about asking me what I did?! I did nothing 🙂
P.S. I read the other posts, one of which was about the show “The Walking Dead,”which I totally agree that it’s scary but while watching it at home, I came across this question. What if a vegetarian becomes Zombie?! Would he/ she live on eating human flesh or what?! hehehehe
I haven’t read it, but I understand that the main character of the novel “Dust” is a vegan-turned-zombie.
so cool!! I thought yours was the best but mine was a robot with arms, legs, buttons and switches on the chest and my dad spent a lot for time with me working on it which I had forgotten and thank you reminding me. luv you thumper!
You are a very brave man to post a picture of your Love Rocket on the internet. I can think of several things I innocently created as a kid which, in retrospect, could be construed as dirty. Now I understand my parents’ sudden lack of entusiasm. Thanks for the laugh.
That Def Leppard song? Was written about you.
I think the rocket is pretty cool for a kid… and I love it when you show us old pictures.
But what a BIG “love rocket”! 😉
(And I love the old pics! You’re all cute and lanky!)
Valentine Love Rocket is the name of my new band.