This is Kjell Lindgren. He’s a NASA astronaut who just got back from 5 months on the International Space Station. There are two reasons why this picture is hilarious:
His wife is flawless and makes bad space puns to make him do household chores.
I have that shirt. Thousands of people have that shirt. That shirt is available at Target. Which means actual astronaut Kjell Lindgren, with his wardrobe already full of NASA-issued and logo-emblazoned clothes, was at Target, saw a NASA shirt, and was like, “Yes, I am buying this because this is what I want to spend my actual astronaut salary on.”
tl;dr NASA employs a bunch of fucking nerds
It gets better.
Courtesy of Wikipedia, here’s the poster NASA released for his mission to the ISS:
NASA confirmed for a bunch of fucking nerds
*wipes single tear*
They’re just too beautiful.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again.
NASA personnel are, like, the top nerds. The alpha nerds. The absolute nerdiest nerds. The nerds other nerds look to for nerdspiration.
trans people don’t owe you conformity. trans men don’t owe you masculinity. trans women don’t owe you femininity. nonbinary people don’t owe you androgyny.
I think I’m depressed cuz for the first 16 years of my memory it’s like….
You’re in a grade, you finish the grade, you’re done with the grade.
And they were like “hey you need this grade for when you get a job.”
There’s a quantifiable number of years left, and then you get a job.
And everybody always treated that like a finish line and that made things tolerable.
But now it’s like “okay I have a job, I’m done.”
“…”
“…. what now.”
“Well now you work the job.”
“How long do I have to do that?”
“Until you can’t any more.”
And everything suddenly got very indefinite. It’s like I was playing a video game and I beat the final level and instead of a ‘congrats you did it!’ banner there’s just sixty years of grinding before the game just randomly freezes and crashes.
