Spaceman Welder Brings You Glam Rock

Went to campus this afternoon to buy a semester pass for thee bus, have lunch with Justin, and buy textbooks. Success, success, and success!

I was telling Justin that since classes start in a week, I have six days to make ten million dollars -- you know, because then if I had ten million dollars I could give school the finger and follow my dream of opening a bar with an endless supply of frosty mugs.

Actually, that wasn't my inital ten-million-dollar dream; that was cooked up with Justin, who better not be making any more plans with my fantasy money. My initial ten-million-dollar dream (or "ten-millions-dollar dream", if you're British) was a life of idle reflection and iPods. Think Henry David Thoreau, but with more iPods. It doesn't matter now, of course, because unless a meteor filled with money crashes into my livingroom over the weekend (screw my security deposit!), it looks like I'll have to go back to school after all.

And that's not sooo bad. I mean, I like to learn and I like what I'm studying, and I like Turkey Thursdays at the Ex[eter Dining Hall]. It's that whole "exam" thing that finds a way of ruining the whole deal for me. I really don't like exams.

What I do like (clever transition, eh?) is Spaceman Welder. On my walk back from campus I was listening to Ursula 1000's glam rock compilation, Clap Your Hands, Stomp Your Feet, and I saw that one the construction guys on 25th Street was wearing this huge full-body welding gear. Mind you, I don't think "Spaceman Welder" was a particularly popular look among the glam artists of yesteryear, but by gum it should have been. This guy looked awesome! Picture one of the racers from David Cronenberg's Fast Company, except hanging out in downtown Saskatoon instead of erupting in a ball of flames in Alberta. I tried taking a picture of Spaceman Welder with my camera phone, but it was not to be. Perhaps Spaceman Welder has a Space Force Field around him that prevents hu-men from taking photos.

Perhaps some shadowy, pseudo-governmental thinktank is offering a bounty for Spaceman Welder, and it's ten million dollars, and ... yeah, probably not. Real life is a lot less interesting than that.

Here's the [indirect] result of a Google image search for "space welder" ("spaceman welder" came up empty):



So imagine this guy in his protective welding suit, and he's on the run from a shadowy, pseudo-governmental thinktank, and the guy who wants to bring him in for the reward ends up becoming his pal, and they listen to glam rock together.

Spaceman Non-Welder appears really deep in thought, apparently about the numbers 4 and 7.

The picture is from http://science.ksc.nasa.gov/shuttle/missions/sts-113/images/medium/, which has a ton of awesome pictures.