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The Universe Is Probably Littered With The One-planet Graves Of Cultures Which Made The Sensible Economic Decision That There's No Good Reason To Go Into Space-each Discovered, Studied, And Remembered By The Ones Who Made The Irrational Decision.

I Used To Work At Nasa In Virginia. It Was Nothing Glamorous; I Was Just Tasked With Making Code Compile For Obscure Projects, And I Wasn't Very Good At It. Now I Spend Most Of My Time Drawing Pictures And Looking At Funny Things On The Internet, Which In Retrospect Is Largely What I Did At My Old Job, Too.

I Don't Have Hard Numbers About This, But The Impression I Get Is That The Amount Of Eyeballs You Get From Being On The Humor Shelf At Barnes & Noble - It Is Almost Insignificant.

I Never Trust Anyone Who's More Excited About Success Than About Doing The Thing They Want To Be Successful At.

The Scholarly Authorities On Freezing To Death Seem To Be, Unsurprisingly, Canadians.