Here’s something you never really want to read in a newspaper article:
Space Tourist Plans to Tickle His Colleagues.
Space Tourist Plans to Tickle His Colleagues.
Yes, it is true. The newest celebrity/billionaire to make his trek into the Great Unknown is none other than Cirque du Soleil founder Guy Laliberte. I have to admit I am somewhat jealous. Who wouldn’t want to jaunt off on a mission to the space station? I would consider it. But I don’t have billions of dollars to throw away on a once-in-a-lifetime trek. I have to pay for college books and tuition for goodness sakes!
I have to admit I am just not a fan of Cirque. It is creative and imaginative. The costuming is spectacular. But there are only so many times I want to watch a petite flower bend herself into a pretzel. Once you have witnessed a behemoth balance five people on his head whilst riding a unicycle, you really don’t have to witness that again.
But now the leader is heading into space. And what does he plan to do there? Tickle the astronauts in their sleep.
He would do well to stay in space before “tickling” me in my sleep, lest I wake up swinging and fling the poor guy into an orbit all his own.
He’s going to pass out red clown noses too. Because the one thing the space station needs are clown noses floating about.
Makes you wonder if, once the space ship is docked to the station, Mr. Laliberte rings the doorbell and the cosmonauts treat him like a Jehovah’s Witness and just refuse to answer the door, hoping he will take his clown nose and tickling apparatuses and simply return to Mother Earth.
I just bet we will hear them laughing from here!
I have to admit I am just not a fan of Cirque. It is creative and imaginative. The costuming is spectacular. But there are only so many times I want to watch a petite flower bend herself into a pretzel. Once you have witnessed a behemoth balance five people on his head whilst riding a unicycle, you really don’t have to witness that again.
But now the leader is heading into space. And what does he plan to do there? Tickle the astronauts in their sleep.
He would do well to stay in space before “tickling” me in my sleep, lest I wake up swinging and fling the poor guy into an orbit all his own.
He’s going to pass out red clown noses too. Because the one thing the space station needs are clown noses floating about.
Makes you wonder if, once the space ship is docked to the station, Mr. Laliberte rings the doorbell and the cosmonauts treat him like a Jehovah’s Witness and just refuse to answer the door, hoping he will take his clown nose and tickling apparatuses and simply return to Mother Earth.
I just bet we will hear them laughing from here!
1 comment:
Surely weightlessness would take a lot of the uniqueness out of what he does. I mean he really couldn't show off much at all.
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