It’s the simple things in life that matter.
Jesus, what a complicated process,” Venkat said. “Try updating a Linux server sometime,” Jack said. After a moment of silence, Tim said, “You know he was telling a joke, right? That was supposed to be funny.” “Oh,” said Venkat. “I’m a physics guy, not a computer guy.” “He’s not funny to computer guys, either.” “You’re a very unpleasant man, Tim,” Jack said.
I’ve discovered that raw potatoes are disgusting.
Every city needs an underbelly. It’s best to let the petty criminals do their thing and focus on bigger issues.
If I get back to Earth, I’ll be famous, right? A fearless astronaut who beat all the odds, right? I bet women like that. More motivation to stay alive.
Now that NASA can talk to me, they won’t shut the hell up.
NASA doesn’t have total faith in my kludged-together rover.
I might have been on the run for my life, but I wasn’t willing to go without e-mail.
One thing I learned back in my graduate school days: When you’re stupid tired, accept that you’re stupid tired. Don’t try to solve things right then.
The industrial revolution mechanized agriculture. Since then, we’ve been able to focus our energies on other things. But that’s only been the last two hundred years. Before that, most people spent most of their lives directly dealing with food production.
I don’t want a job. When I grow up I want to be rich.
Something very hot and very explodey had happened, and I wasn’t sure what. Or how.
Were you followed?” “Of course,” I said. “And I led them straight to you. Turns out I’m not very bright.” “Smartass.” “Dumbass.
If I get back to Earth, I’m buying Bruce Ng a beer. Though I guess I should buy all the JPL guys a beer. Beers for everyone if I get back to Earth.
Hartnell’s was for drinking. And you could get any drink you wanted, as long as it was beer.
It’s the kids of today that’ll have to make the world of tomorrow work.
The Hail Mary has always looked like something out of a Heinlein novel.
Mars keeps trying to kill me.
I’m so close to Schiaparelli I can taste it. I guess it would taste like sand, mostly, but that’s not the point.
I had this bad habit of checking my bank account every day, as if compulsively looking at it would make it grow.