May 31 2002
Space Cadet… I know it’s
Space Cadet…
I know it’s my role as a curmudgeon to complain about things like this, but I’m totally on-side with this Lance Bass kid’s desire (and ability) to be the world’s third space tourist. The 23-year-old Bass, who made ka-jillions of dollars lip-synching with that annoying boy-band
‘N-Stink
has the financial resources (in the range of $20 million), and he’s already done half the training.
I have to face it. I’m a space nut. I’ve always been a huge fan of space flight. There’s something about leaving the planet that just sort of sets your imagination off. If I had the money, the youth, and the fitness of this guy, I’d be first in line.
Sure, he could use that $20 million for something useful like disaster relief, or anti-poverty, or a pie in the face for George Dubya for the rest of his un-natural life, but hey, that’s like complaining that the chair you’re sitting on could have been used for clobbering Osama bin Laden over the head a year ago.
Going to space can be a very profound thing for a mortal human, even for a wanker. Who knows, maybe he’ll be so moved by his view of Earth from space that he’ll become some kind of environmentalist when he returns, singing songs urging all the teenie-boppers to reduce, reuse, and recycle. Or better yet–maybe he’ll slip and fall out the hatch and that will be the end of ‘N-Stink!
