My favorite lyric from the Monster Mash is "The guests included Wolfman, Dracula, and his son"
because most would see a monster mash as a wild, all-night rager but Dracula saw it as a genuine bonding experience between father and son and I think that's beautiful
I dunno what language the Jove culties are chanting in down in the tunnels, but it sure as hell ain't in the Terran Standard Register. And I dunno if it's the stims or what, but I ain't seen any of 'em sleep in months now. Their eyes are all goin' bloodshot. Swollen and red.
ice madness is one thing, but you ever seen someone go jovial? staring up, unblinking, with that big smile? they'll walk into a melt field and not make a sound as it swallows them
damnest thing is even if you take em farside they'll still always be facing it, through the ground
Dispatch from outpost 447: Rations running low. One of the crew went blind staring out into the ice. He’s freezerburned out, keeps saying it’s not ice, and we’re being lied to. I think he’s lost in the frost. We’ve quarantined him for his own safety, and the rest of the crew’s.
this is your yearly reminder that Mark C. Lee brought a picture of a cow aboard STS-30 to remind him of home (he grew up on a farm in Wisconsin), resulting in this gem of a photo