"… somewhere out there is a big meteor with all our names on it. How our names got on it, I’ll never know."

Some freak geological occurrence, I guess. A million space-monkeys with a million space-typewriters. That kind of thing.

Mister Pterodactyl. Read the whole thing (that wasn’t the best line).

And, oh, by the way: Mister Pt. will be guest blogging here for the upcoming week while I renew my Adventuresome Outdoorsy Dad status for another year.