Guys, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for. Well, me. I’ve been waiting for. But I know that deep down all along you’ve been rooting for me and so this will mean almost as much to you as it does to me.
Guys. NASA hires people to stay in bed all day and let them study the effect it has on your body. They pay a lot, too. Like $5,000 a month for three months.
THREE MONTHS. That’s $15,000. That’s a down payment on a house or a car or the best vacation of my life or helping 15 of my friends do something amazing or a wedding or any link to the next step in my life I want it to be. And all just to sit in a bed.
So hear me out. NASA needs subjects. They’re willing to pay them handsomely for their participation. The first two weeks is prep, the 60 days in the middle are all in bed, and the last two weeks are recovery. That’s 60 days of performing all bodily functions in bed, including using the restroom and bathing. You have access to television, movies, and video game consoles. I’m serious. Here’s proof. And more proof. AND MORE PROOF.
Do you know what this means? Do you!? This means that I could get paid to play World of Warcraft.
As many longtime readers know, I have spent the last several years as a recovering WoW player. At the lowest point in my journey, I could eat an entire pizza and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and go unshowered for five days before it started to bother me. I was so holed up in my addiction that in order to spend time with me, a friend in college carried his desktop computer from his dorm to my apartment so that he could plug it in and play computer games at the same time as me. It was the only way I would entertain notions of social engagement.
Of course, a part of my soul was truly happy there in Azeroth, but I was a smelly pile of zombie-brained raid-driven flesh accomplishing nothing and spending all my money on pizza I hid under my bed instead of putting in the fridge downstairs. So I can’t really say it was a positive life choice.
For those of you unacquainted, it wasn’t unlike this:
from South Park’s “Make Love, Not Warcraft”. Full episode here: http://www.southparkstudios.com/full-episodes/s10e08-make-love-not-warcraft
I quit cold turkey twice. The second time I was actually successful, mostly because I had uninstalled it from everything I owned and gotten rid of the only computer I had capable of handling the graphics.
I have existed WoW-free all these years mostly because I cannot make the argument that it is helping me achieve my goals in life, that it doesn’t pay the bills, and that I get to dangerous levels of hermit-like social interaction when under its power. But then NASA announced that they want to pay me to stay in bed and play Warcraft all day for 60 days straight and that when I’m done they would hand me enough cash to do something big and adult-like in my life, thereby propelling the timeline of my adulthood forward and making family and relatives more comfortable about my life choices.
I need to play WoW to serve my country. People want to go to Mars and stuff.
Of course, in order to qualify for patriotic astronaut testing duty, I have to pass a fitness test. So it’s a good thing I’ve been doing my Project Fatass 365, because I might actually be able to now.
It’s like this opportunity was meant solely for me.
All right, I’m off to do my last session of hateshredding with Jillian Michaels before I step it up and find a program that will make me suitable for a space mission. Well, a space mission in bed. With Cheetos.
God Bless America. ♣
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