I had some fun with the theme today, somewhere you live is made of food.
Old wives tales say The Moon is made from green cheese. Apollo missions proved otherwise: rocks and dust.But it turns out that there's really one moon out there made from green cheese. We were out by Saturn,farming ions in the ring bands, when we lost control and crash landed on it.
Got my picture taken with my thermal underwear on a post, claiming it in the name of Queen Elizabeth.
Astronomer's Guild gave it a serial number. I wanted to name it Dammit. Because that what we said when we crashed.
Among other things. But Dammit's fine by me.
Okay, so they don't exactly live there.
Yet.
