While in between larger projects, I have been presented with a unique opportunity. It’s kind of a lifelong dream, and I’m giddy as hell about it. You see, I’m a dork. A big one. There’s a certain science fiction franchise that I know more about than I will ever admit in public. Over lunch I signed a confidentiality agreement so I can talk about it even less, but you get what I mean, right?

(In SPACE!)

While I just finished doing a little work as a cowboy, which was great, now I get to be a Spaceman… in SPACE! Hours ago I went to the “recruitment office” and was fitted with my uniform. Now, I realize that I witnessed the birth of my firstborn child 16 days ago, but trying on this uniform was one of the coolest experiences I’ve ever had in my life. As a dork, I have always ALWAYS wanted to wear one of these. As a closeted dork, I could never bring myself to doing it. What am I going to do, order some rags on eBay and sit around on the couch wearing plastic ears while watching a Kate Mulgrew or Scott Bakula vehicle? Bitch, please. However, to be in the real thing, walking around the decks of the most famous spaceship ever? Getting to sway and dive at torpedo attacks while inquisitively raising an eyebrow? Pointy sideburns?! This is so exciting I can barely contain myself. THE Joe Moran called it my World Series, referring to his own experience as a beer vendor at US Cellular field for the entire 2005 season. While I think his experience was a little cooler, he may be on to something. There’s going to be no living with me for the next few weeks.

Exist for a long time and make money, or something to that effect.