So my roommate is convinced that the Moon Landing didn’t happen. He’s a 9/11 Truther as well, but fortunately his means of argumentation resembles a monologue stolen from a Dadaist/Post Modern play and forced through a potato ricer hung out the window of a bullet train… the shreds of coherence are scattered.
Nonetheless, I see this graphic, and I say to myself “Self! You’ve seen bigger sound stages than this with your own eyes!”
To which I respond “Well, we’re all in a heap of trouble if housemate gets wind of this.”
To which I respond “Yeah, so the best place to hide it is on the blog!”
now back to your regularly scheduled food related douche baggery.