That heaven-o story is from 1997.
It reminds me of some local (NC) churches that put up signs for "Holy-ween" in place of Halloween. Thus privileging the sanctity of a "ween," whatever that might be, rather than celebrating a hallowed (i.e., holy) e'en (evening).
Thus privileging the sanctity of a "ween," whatever that might be
Well, it could be these guys, but I doubt it: [link]
Inevitable x-post
you'd probably set at least a little clearing if you took a breath right before exposure and closed your mouth.
Don't hold your breath in a vacuum! Explosive decompression stops being fun when it happens to your lungs.
What To Do When You Get Spaced:
1) Don't hold your breath.
2) Don't breathe.
3) Don't move, lest you send yourself spinning off wildly into the Black.
4) Wait for rescue.
5) Enjoy the view! It'll all be over in about 30 seconds, one way or another.
That looks like TWO Hello Kitty houses in Shanghai.
G-Cookie and I should move there and be neighbors.
What To Do When You Get Spaced:
Let's suppose you're floating in the vacuum of space without a spacesuit, and just a few feet away is the airlock hatch. You can't reach the hatch from where you are. Could you propel yourself to the hatch in time if you farted?
I'm torn between "beans, beans, the life-saving fruit," and "in space, no one can hear you toot."
Hello Kitty house might
(might)
be too much of a good thing, though there are several pieces of furniture I would gladly take...