Threw me for a loop there, since neither one of you had broken the momentous news about booking a flight, let alone together. Ahem.

Which raises an even more sensitive question, about what might have happened on one or more of those all-male crews, given the statistics about the prevalence of that sort of thing in the general population. One would have to speculate whether or not some aspect of astronout training would discriminate against individuals of that particular persuasion. If not, well, then maybe boys will be boys. Or have been. Or have yet to be.

A free-fall hookah, eh? Fascinating. Remind me to show you some details of artifacts caught in high-resolution images taken aboard the Mir space station. I'm sure that hemeostats have other purposes in space, but it was the baggie of leafy green next to it that made me wonder. I admire the uncompromising attitude of Russians about living in space. They weren't about to give up tobacco and alcohol, and the images show plenty of each. What's one more vice when you're making a true home in space?

Sex and drugs and rock n' roll...ad astra!