Sixty-Spazillion-Dollar Mars Mission – And No Flour Sifter?

Look at this! Yes, boys and girls – just look at it!

I can’t believe it. We spend god-knows how much money and precious brain cells putting the Phoenix Mars Lander down on Ol’ Red (perfectly, I might mention!) – millions of man-hours of effort! – and what happens?

They dump their first scoop-full of dirt down onto the sample orifice and get it all over the place!

The fucking slobs!

Look at that! Jeez!

Hey? Weenies! Ya know we have (ahem!) other folks watching us! They’re looking at everything we do and are expecting us to set an exemplary example (is that a double-redundancy? Who cares.)!

Not only that – none of the dirt got into the actual sampler ’cause its too clumpy!

Too clumpy? Didn’t they send one of these?

It’s called a……wait for it……a flour sifter!

It’s for flour. Like for baking, y’know? But I remember I used Mom’s in the dirt when I was a kid, and it musta worked ’cause I got the bejesus smacked outa me when she found out.

I woulda sent one to Mars. Probably. If I wasn’t too busy.

Here’s a cat:

I figure the cat is sitting there in anticipatory delight at my approach – no doubt with a li’l cat treat.

Here is another:

He’s … thinking.

And some more.

Don’t be alarmed: they really are only resting. Be assured: They are not pining for the Fjords !

I think I found the cat photos over at Break.com but I’m not sure.

I got the next one over at engrish.com of course.

And this one, too:

Here is some porn.

…and the usual The Last Of The Few Daily Chassis or Totty or whatever.