Post by Space Cowboy on Jul 2, 2016 8:24:11 GMT
Space Cowboy (AKA Dan Stafford) lives somewhere out where the UFO's roam in the California desert.
He has loved science fiction since he first saw a man land on the Moon in Summer school in 1969 from the wild countryside of rural Nebraska. An original Cheeshead, conceptualized in far-Southern Wisconsin, he has levitated through Madison, where the Otherworld took a firm grip on his early childhood to the tune of sonic booms from Air Force jets flying from the next door neighbor's place - before they were outlawed. He has seen men riding dinosaurs.
Space Cowboy has held jobs delivering newspapers, making pizza crusts, cleaning pools, mowing lawns and removing trees, maintaining houses, apartments, RV's and mobile homes, pressure washing potato fryers, maintaining aircraft radars, painting metal parts, grinding metal parts, testing long-distance telecommunications, chasing transmission parts, repairing computers, and building web sites and blogs. He can sling a podcast, a mouse, a hammer, a wrench, an oscilloscope, and a T1 test set with no fear.
He has seen the bare dark sky from the middle of nowhere in New Mexico and stared down the actual Milky Way with a telescope.
Once you go to Space in your heart, you can never keep your feet wholly on the Earth again. There is always a touch of levitation in your boots.
One of Space Cowboy's friends is this glowing green guy named Zazzo. He likes to mouth off on Twitter a bit. He knows where the Reptiloids are, and he can ride a bucking Foo Fighter like a raven with a toy.
Hold onto your hats, and keep your hyperdrives hot!
He has loved science fiction since he first saw a man land on the Moon in Summer school in 1969 from the wild countryside of rural Nebraska. An original Cheeshead, conceptualized in far-Southern Wisconsin, he has levitated through Madison, where the Otherworld took a firm grip on his early childhood to the tune of sonic booms from Air Force jets flying from the next door neighbor's place - before they were outlawed. He has seen men riding dinosaurs.
Space Cowboy has held jobs delivering newspapers, making pizza crusts, cleaning pools, mowing lawns and removing trees, maintaining houses, apartments, RV's and mobile homes, pressure washing potato fryers, maintaining aircraft radars, painting metal parts, grinding metal parts, testing long-distance telecommunications, chasing transmission parts, repairing computers, and building web sites and blogs. He can sling a podcast, a mouse, a hammer, a wrench, an oscilloscope, and a T1 test set with no fear.
He has seen the bare dark sky from the middle of nowhere in New Mexico and stared down the actual Milky Way with a telescope.
Once you go to Space in your heart, you can never keep your feet wholly on the Earth again. There is always a touch of levitation in your boots.
One of Space Cowboy's friends is this glowing green guy named Zazzo. He likes to mouth off on Twitter a bit. He knows where the Reptiloids are, and he can ride a bucking Foo Fighter like a raven with a toy.
Hold onto your hats, and keep your hyperdrives hot!