The Rockets' Red Glare

Happy 4th of July, fellow Americans! We wouldn't normally call ourselves "patriotic," (whatever that means) but today, even we were reduced to flag-waving sacks of sap.

Our beautiful sister-in-blackness, Stephanie Wilson, just took her first trip to space aboard the Space Shuttle Discovery. Every time a space shuttle launches, we are awestruck - filled with a combination of fascination and dread. Happily, they went up without a hitch, despite the damaged foam panel that was causing some concern. (An aside: Are we the only people who recall a time when this would be an occasion for "licking" celebratory gunshots? No? Hmm...I remember those days when Hell was my home/when me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam/and mi neva like bathe, and mi hair neva comb... Boy are we glad those days are over. Celebratory gunshots. Why are we so damned crazy?) Eh ehm, once again, dammit, we digress.

Good luck to all our astronaut friends while they're up there. We at Atmosphere Gabbery sure do hope they come back to Earth safe and sound.

In other news, the people are having a great week - Kim's free, Dallas Austin has been pardoned - but it's early yet. Surely some rapper will f*** it up. Just kidding. If this was an LMC blog, we'd be serious. But a perk of reading our blog? We love black people.