Goats from Underground

Soyuz landing in 42 minutes, watch here: http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/index.html?param=public

So sick of fake beekeepers on the Internet.

Sorry sorry sorry I’m the worst I shouldn’t be allowed on the Internet.

“What do you think about the Visitation?”
“My pleasure. Imagine a picnic.”
“What did you say?”
“A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. A car drives off the country road into the meadow, a group of young people get out of the car carrying bottles, baskets or food, transistor radios, and cameras. They light fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The animals, birds and insects that watched in horror through the the long night creep out from their hiding places. And what do they see? Gas and oil spilled on the grass. Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around. Rags, burnt-out bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind. Oil slicks on the pond. And of course, the usual mess — apple cores, candy wrappers, charred remains of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody’s handkerchief, somebody’s penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded flowers picked in another meadow.”
“I see. A roadside picnic.”
“Precisely. A roadside picnic, on some road in the cosmos. And you ask if they will come back.”
“Let me have a smoke.”

From Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky