“Are you sure I can’t get you a Pabst Blue Ribbon, Cobra Commander?” “Commander Kelly, Bob. And please call me Scott.” “They’re delicious, and all the youngsters seem to guzzle ’em like water.” “I’m not much of a drinker, Bob.” “Doobie?” “No, thanks.” “Dab?” “No.” “Little tootski?” “Bob, I’m an astronaut: I don’t want any … Continue reading So It Looks From Space