Mar 042007
I see that Professor Hawking, as part of his training for our upcoming smackdown in low-Earth orbit, is taking a zero-g ride on a Vomit Comet. I could argue that such extravagant preparation is a poor example of good sportsmanship, but I’m too much of a gentleman to cast such aspersions. I’ll simply have to step up my range-of-motion regimen to ensure I have the requisite flexibility to extricate myself from Hawking’s patented Three-Fingered Clutch of Humiliation. And while I don’t have access to fancy high-altitude jets, perhaps I can persuade my nurses to bounce me off a trampoline for a few minutes each day.
