So you want to be an astronaut!
OK, neither do I. But suppose we did. And let’s suppose I didn’t routinely freak out anytime I’m launched higher than a pogo stick. Then we would all be very excited about all the recent advancements in the area of private spaceflight. Even now, it is possible for us to take a “slingshot ride” to the edge of the atmosphere and back, providing adventurers like ourselves with a breathtaking view of the earth, a few minutes of weightlessness, and, hopefully, at least one change of underwear.
You’ll notice there are quotation marks around the phrase “slingshot ride,” which is the actual term one expert used in describing the flight so that people like me, with no aeronautic experience, could picture themselves being flung headfirst into the stratosphere by something resembling a giant jock strap.
This, of course, would never happen.
At least not in the U.S.
Thanks to the FAA, we can rest assured that any flight heading into the cosmos will first have to meet the same rigorous federal safety standards set by The Jetsons 50 years ago. Knowing this, spaceflight entrepreneurs have spared no expense in designing flight packages cool enough to justify the $98,000 per-person price tag, which includes a disposable flight suit and wacky souvenir vomit bag that reads: Sack launch.
So far, the front runner in this fast-growing industry is Space Adventures of Arlington, Va., which claims 100 would-be astronauts have already made large deposits — which I’m assuming means currency. If that’s the case, then we’re one step closer to realizing the ultimate space adventure: An orbiting hotel.
I know what you’re thinking.
You’ve seen the luxurious accommodations of the International Space Station, and for $50 you can have the same experience by locking yourself in the bathroom of a Greyhound bus traveling between Jackson, Miss., and Scottsdale, Ariz.
However, in this case, we’re talking about a $500 million “cruise ship” capable of carrying 100 passengers and 50 crew members into orbit around the moon! Imagine the excitement of being aboard the largest, most luxurious space ship ever built! Imagine being among the first passengers as it departs on its historic maiden voyage! Now imagine do that WITHOUT thinking about the Titanic!
Fortunately, there is another way to experience a trip through the cosmos without actually leaving the ground. And, no, it doesn’t require a six-pack and a copy of Disney’s Fantasia. As you might’ve noticed, Russia’s space program has been a little slow lately. So slow, in fact, that no one realized there was a cosmonaut still orbiting in the International Space Station until, by chance, his video transmission was picked-up by the WB channel as a mid-season replacement for failed reality TV show, Singing Bachelor Apprentices Who Can Cook.
Thanks to this discovery, Russia has now begun offering action-packed cosmonaut training packages, which include everything from MIR space station simulators, to learning how to navigate by the stars, to spacewalk training, to an actual real-life cosmonaut rescue mission!
To be honest, I’m a little suspicious about that last one. Especially after they showed me my pogo stick.
(You can write to Ned Hickson at firstname.lastname@example.org, or at the Siuslaw News at P.O. Box 10, Florence, OR. 97439)
20 thoughts on “Your space adventure awaits! And mine will just have to keep waiting”
Way cool. I wonder if they’ll take old geezers?
I’ll let you know… 😉
Crazy! There was totally a Dr. Who episode with a space Titanic. Freaky.
And now I really want astronaut ice cream. Mmmm.
Haha! Maybe you can just freeze some Tang 🙂
Argh! I’m old! I remember astronaut ice cream. And space food sticks. And space jelly. And, yes, tang.
This is too funny. I’m too old to consider space travel, and I have a two step rule. Anything higher than two steps on a ladder is out of limits!
I think that’s a very sensible rule. As long as the ladder isn’t located inside a space ship 😉
I wonder how long the waiver is for the real-life actual cosmonaut rescue mission. I hear in space no one can hear you wet your pants with fear. I certainly hope that’s true!
LOL! I have a feeling my screaming would be picked up by SETI as well as every alien scanner this side of Tatooine!
I would do it, if only so I could dookie in a space suit.
Great post and I love the accompanying jock strap slingshot photo. If I ever learn how to use this full version of Photoshop I have, oh the weirdness I’m going to create. 😉
Thanks, as always, for the stress relief!
Hahaha! I heard they make them wear “Depends” under their space suits. Some day when I’m in a nursing home running around in a diaper, I’ll just tell them I’m training to for NASA 😉 (And, yes, Photoshop is way fun!)
And a far better reason to be in a space diaper than driving cross country on a motorbike to fatal attraction your ex. or whatever it was that poor woman who went bonkers was doing a few years back.
I must’ve missed that story — or blocked it from my memory. Sounds intriguing, though! What’s the scoop?
I think they did say much later that perhaps she wasn’t wearing diapers the whole time, but by then the damage was done: she was diaper-wearing astroNUT ex. I still feel bad for her. I feel ever so close to *crazy* on a daily basis, hahaha.
Holy CRA… I mean, Wow! I don’t know how I missed that. What a crazy story! How do people like that pass the mental exam at NASA? Does that mean I can get in? Of course, “Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned,” especially if she has a motorcycle and apparently a lot of time on her hands. Thanks, Marla!
Of all the careers I’ve never aspired to, astronaut ranks right up there. I don’t even like pogo sticks.
We could be part of the same non-space program!
Perhaps we could just gaze up at a ceiling painted to resemble space. As long as it isn’t 3-D. I’m not even a big fan of the planetarium show. Makes me somewhat queasy. Although I kind of recall enjoying something called “Laser Floyd” (but that was back in the 80’s and there’s no telling what kind of shit I was on — really. I’m not telling!)
I made the mistake of putting those glow-in-the-dark stars and moons on the ceiling of my daughter’s room. I almost felt like I needed a tether just to tuck her in.