James Wins the Freak Award

This is for Amelia, who wanted to know...

So James comes into our dear room 329 wondering what on the good green earth Gaussian surfaces are (a good question, and one that he would know if he ever went to class.)

James sees Jared. Says, "Jared."

And here it just started getting weird...

"Jared, say at some future time you are an astronaut. You go to the moon."

(Alice interjects, "Oh, no," thinking this is going to be another Space Laser vs. St. Augustine discussion. If only.)

"You are on the moon, doing really important research for your country. And you're walking around and you-- miraculously-- come across these Moonbabes."

(I'm not sure if "moonbabes" is one word or two... bear with me here.)

"They're the most amazing, and beautiful creatures ever... and... (here's the kicker) have never known the touch of a man. They are amazingly intelligent, and-- somehow, anatomically compatable--and they say, "Jared, come be our man...and they're eternally young, and will make you eternally young..."

(There is some more discussion of the moonbabes here that I don't exactly remember. I was laughing too hard. Perhaps at the idea of nubile young space women going for Jared. Maybe I should take the fifth on that.)

"Do you go with the moonbabes, or go along and serve your country?"

(Here there was some discussion of whether or not the moonbabes needed pressurised environments, and the effect of sudden depressurization on astronauts as soon as they unzip their flies. It was established that you could leave the moonbabes whenever you want, but once they're gone, they're gone.)

Jared says, "eh, sounds like a month-long adventure."

James: "*really*? I would drag it along as long as I could..."

This is, apparently, a guy thing. James has been asking people this question and many more guys go for the moonbabes than girls go for the "moonbeefcake."

With that, and having finished my "design-an-inscription" assignment, I really need to go wash my hair.