This is why my office is cooler than yours:
Whenever some 7 foot tall monster has the back of my favorite neck against the wall, or some twinkie Moon Hoax believer is assaulting my sensabilities, I just remember what Jack Burton or Buzz Aldrin would do.
Then I smile to myself and think that if my own big troubles seem too much to handle, I should walk a mile in someone else’s moon boots.
