They exist bitches
There is still a lot to do. There never seems to be enough time.
It is always about time and there never being enough. I wonder what I can do to be more productive with time.
I should write more lists
1. Write a list to be more productive
2. stick to list
3. Prioritise list
4. Stop wasting time writing lists.
I suppose I could quit my job, that would get me some more time. But then i would be a poor hobo with no internets and that would suck. I need one of the projects that I’m working to pay out.
I like office plants, they make the dull grey walls off my office cell bearable. But they are prisoners like me.
I am currently working in an office that has a window to the outside world, and that window leads to a small court yard with fake grass and 3 other walls.
Sometimes I wonder what the hell I’m doing looking at a screen all day sitting under fluro lights. I feel like I’m just wasting away. there has to be more to life than this crap. These ultra critical deadlines that in the end of the day mean nothing.
I think I need some sun light and plants that are free 🙂
I look to the stars. They are so beautiful that I would like to rest there when I die.
But that is a problem, you can’t just get up there very easily.
So the question that I throw out there is, how do you get a 2.8 kg payload (the weight of the average cremated male) to 35,700 km which is geostationary orbit? Or get to 160–2,000 km up (low earth orbit) but travel at 27,000km/h so you don’t fall back again?
And you have a budget; you can’t spend more that $50,000
So far I have come up with a plan to get to the first 34Kms with the use of weather baloons. this could be extended if you could use the baloons to raise a rocket launching platform.
There is no one dead up in space. That’s where I want to be when I die.
Take action, be positive, keep chipping at it and you can do it.
That’s what I am doing, and soon it will all fall into place.
Take that day job 🙂