There are lessons here when we start to colonize the Moon and Mars. Or when civilization collapses.
Update: Richard Fernandez has a great post on this story.
Damn, and I thought I was isolated here in the boonies and laid up with stupid advanced tick borne infections. At least I have teh interwebz, when I’m not too sick to look at it. But my whole family came down with the damned norovirus this past week and today is my first day that I’m kinda coherent, so I have no idea what’s happened in the worked for the past few days, although i did see that Bathhouse Barry is celebratin’ the footballs today by twittering a lame pic of himself. Is there NO occasion that he won’t turn into a photo-op for himself? I saw he’s got a pic of himself in mom jeans with a gun too. Yeesh. Did he take one of himself to celebrate Groundhog Day as well? Or did Moo’s large and wide shadow chase him away that time?