That’s what he said
May 21st, 2012 // 9:41 pm @ Wendy and May
So I’m not quite sure what to talk about today. I do want to express how deeply touched I am by all the supportive words that everyone has been sending our way. You guys are the greatest! Our Cheeky staff cannot ask for better Cheeky customers (family). Even our lovely KK came in and gave Jess a hug last weekend. He’s so sweet. He is just a tall, huggable teddy bear. You should really try out his hugs when you see him. They are pretty awesome. Speaking of awesome, my dad (a pretty cool guy in his own Asian little way) was watching a broadcast on KCTS about NASA astronaut training. He always told me when I was young(er) that he had a dream once to be an astronaut and then a cop. Hahaha…maybe he just wanted to be a galactic space cop. Anyways, I walked in on a segment he was watching that was disturbing, yet it makes a lot of sense. Did you know that astronauts have to train to use the toilet? I assure you that most of these space explorers are fully potty trained for Earth standards, but they are now playing in a whole other field. Apparently, with no gravity, certain….chocolate bananas and Mountain Dew…have difficulty staying in their receptacles once they have been expelled from the body (I wonder if they found that out the hard way?). So, in order to ensure that the possibility of having man-made astroids traveling throughout the ship is closer to zero to none, the engineers at NASA put together this space toilet with this really tiny hole that you have to aim into. To train for accuracy, there is a camera installed at the other side of the hole. There is a screen mounted on a wall of you know what for your viewing pleasure. With a few practices you are off. Now you can use the toilet anywhere. Is there gravity? No problem. Are you free falling in space? No problem. You have excellent aim. But the kicker is that once you have gone number one, this space toilet filters the urine and reprocesses it into drinking water. Groddy, right? So if NASA ever branches out and starts selling bottled water, I’d make sure to check the source. I’d say just stick to space ice cream; it’s like eating chalk, but you know it’s not pee. Anyways, the reason I said my dad is awesome is because he can make me crack up and grossed out at the very same time. So I will end this entry by replaying what happened. My dad was reclined on the sofa with his head resting on his chest and the back of one of his hands placed contemplatively against his chin. As the segment regarding potty training and filtering finished up, my dad had this perplexed look upon his face and he looks at me and says, “What about the sh**?”
Okay, you all have a great week. I hope you enjoyed my little entry about NASA and my dad. They are both so complex in their own ways. Take care, everyone!