The Difficulty of Terrestrial/Lunar Missles and Ever Having a Relationship.

The moon is a terrible place to park your car when you haven't been in a relationship, in like ever.

The challenges to even getting a car on the moon are nearly insurmountable, similar to how difficult it is to be a 125 pound, red-haired, freckled, unemployed, misanthrope pigeon-holed never-to-be taken seriously.

It's a real stand-out affair though, to see a car finally get to the moon, and through your telescope you can see it up there, just like you can see me anytime you want, or if you have a friend they can see me too as long as they like books, coffee, art, music, bicycles, or anything.

What was arguably the most difficult part about getting that 1973 Cutlass Supreme onto the Sea of Tranquility was not knowing that much about the moon besides a single geographical reference to the Sea of Tranquility. Had it been Mars, it would have been easy to reference Olympus Mons, or that hill that looks like a face. Had it been the ocean it could have just been given a push out to sea over the Marianas Trench, which is probably pretty big and is most likely in the Atlantic ocean.

Really it was familiar territory, to kind of give it a shot and see what works, and since I wasn't actually driving, just kind of aiming an enormous cannon. Well, you get the picture.