Frank Poole

So, while I was trying to find a video of Frank Poole jogging in space, I came across this. It'll do, for now.

Slate can read my mind.

We all have dreams. Dreams we don't always tell anyone about.


I've been thinking about a dream of mine ever since that True Love post from the other day.


So in the physical act of lovage, gravity seems to be an enemy, often pinning a valuable arm between your lumpy body and your lumpy mattress, and there's always the risk of sliding off the mattress and thumping your skull on the pile of jogging shoes under the bed.


Obvious solution? SEX IN SPACE! No gravity = no problem, right?


Thankyou, Slate for investigating.