"Mars ain't the kind of place ... ... to raise your kidsToday is the second day of Wisdom, countdown to a Christmas 2009. At MooPig Wisdom we spent three years gathering all we could about Moo and Pig. The ride has been without any thing to compare to.
In fact ... it's cold as hell
And there's no one there ... ... to raise them if you did
And all this science ... ... I don't understand
It's just my job ... ... five days a week
A rocket man, ... a rocket man
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man ... ... burning out his fuse up here alone"
No brag, just fact ... Niagara Falls has nothing on us. We turn out liquid sunshine like mist on a morning first piss in the snow, as steadily as the falls.
Is it TOXIC? Nope.
We soon learned from early on that shock and awe was sorely over done in the net dot com's... burnt out by Stearns and worms. Therefore, our imperative was to stamp out ersatz and bombast, without being overly bombast our own selves. Therefore we now attempt to express the Wisdom portion of our title.
We found an open for business Rest Stop, that was open 24 hours all year, but it needed a renovating. We hired a design management team, CTU Online University, to jump start our tired hands. We soon became Rocket Men; each a Rocket Man, and a few Energizer Bunnies, too.
Are we Estranged? Nope.
Alone but cozy, hidden and nosy, stationery but naughty -- you get it, right? We found bliss around a thousand posts. Something that started out to be for self-amusement, became a thing.
That is the nature of human occupation for human industry. We discover a suitable space to work in... we fashion it as our personal needs dictates... we snip and paste the information into our own files, and we soar. What am I describing but the studio of Rocket Man.
What? No Posturing? Yep.
But MooPig's Rocket Man is not as tragic as Elton John's Rocket Man, ...
"I miss the earth so much I miss my wife ...
It's lonely out in space ...
On such a timeless flight"... No Siree Sir John, ya latent chicken hawk ya'... Our Rocket Men, Women and Children appreciate your introduction ...
... but because we have our kids and wives right beside us, something is WAY NEW. Something has happened to our workspaces that is wonderful. We can launch every minute somewhere in the world a "zero hour nine AM..." forever. And forever is a long long long time....
Does Wisdom make us good at pretending? You Bet'ch'a ... it sure does. Launch Launch launch launch .... and launch again