I’m out for a few days. Decided to take an off-planet trip to see my family. I took the pic above from the spacecraft as I was approaching my destination. Home sweet home. I plan on posting updates as I am able during this coming week. Hoping to shoot some pics and maybe video of strange terra and unknown lifeforms I may discover during the trip to post here. It would be cool to have new Klog posts with pics that will make more people say “I don’t get it. What is the point of this?!?!”
A strange thing happened today on the way out of the Detroit Spaceport. I unpacked all my belongings and stripped down to my undies (as is customary when traveling in the modern day) and prepared to walk through the anti-bomb scanner. I managed to barely get through the A-BS and looked up to see an extremely tall, blue ‘N-forcer’ looking dead at me. In what seemed like slow motion, I heard these words begin to come out of his mouth: “Has anyone ever told you that you look like…..” I didn’t even need to hear the rest. I knew what was coming. He was going to say I looked like some big-time tv celebrity (I get the “Chris Farley” comparison a lot) or some emo-ed out MTV rockstar or perhaps a Pokemon character. I mean what else could he be thinking? Well, I was about to find out.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look like the dude from Celldweller?”
I recoiled in disbelief. You mean I don’t look like Chris Farley today, or the singer from MCR or Pikachu? WTF?
I stammered “Uh, yes people have told me that before. I am the dude from Celldweller…” As those words came shooting out my mouth, my eyes simultaneously darted nervously to his matching blue latex gloves, trembling at the thought of what could be in store for me. There are certain, *ahem* indiscretions one sometimes must endure during interplanetary travel, and I braced myself for that possibility.
“Man, I love Celldweller! I listen to your stuff all the time!!”
I was floored, flattered and relieved. No ‘probing’ today afterall, thanks be to the God and Creator of the Universe in Heaven, Amen!
I asked “What’s your name?”
“Terry, can we take a pic right here in front of this anti-bomb scanner just in case nobody believes this story?”
“That would be great!”
The rest is history. I released a huge sigh of relief as I entered the General Motors ‘Space-Teleporter 1138′ Craft (R.I.P.) I decided to etch this story permanently into the digitized portals of cyber-time-and-space in this “Klayton’s Log” (ewww…) Terry, this post’s for you.
I’ve now arrived safely at my home planet. I’m currently in a decompression chamber, listening to Hecq’s “Night Falls” that I very recently bought from the iTunes store. I will wrap this “Klog” for the night, but only with hopes that I will have more to show and tell you this coming week.
From across the vastness of space, I bid you g’nite.