Catch the Moon.

Despicable Me.

If you have not seen this movie, I recommend it. The story is about a villain named Gru. He and another villain-dweeb are vying for ownership of the moon. A lot of other things happen in the meantime. It is a good and worthwhile story.

But today I learned there is something called the 1967 Outer Space Treaty. It forbids any nation from trying to own the Moon.

I guess they should have written in a clause about individual ownership. Just any old person could fly up there and lay claim.  George Bailey for one, trying to lasso the thing.

In all actuality, the Moon has only been walked on by 12 people.  In all of time. And, they all have been white American males.
The first guy to set foot on the Moon was Neil Armstrong. That was on the Apollo 11 mission in 1969. And the last man to walk on the Moon in 1972 was Gene Cernan on the Apollo 17 mission.  One astronaut was even severely allergic to the moon. Harrison “Jack” Schmitt who was with Cernan in ’72.

Truly, I hope no one tries to lay claim to the moon. It should be for everyone who wants or needs it. Personally, I like the moon. A whole big bunch.   Especially when it is full in the sky.  Tonight, the Moon is in a Waning Gibbous Phase. This is the first phase after the Full Moon occurs. To me, it sounds like some kind of ape at the zoo.  A Waning Gibbous.

But, the moon reminds me of all things, in its circular-self.  It is the same moon that Leonardo DaVinci saw. And Einstein, Galileo, Jesus Christ, Plato, and Confucius. Well, and Rin Tin Tin if you are counting. It always sort of takes my breath away when I look up and see it there. Steady in the sky. To think of all who have gazed upward and saw this glowing satellite.

It seems like we can always count on the moon. It controls our tides, we always see the same exact side, and if you are dieting, you will automatically weigh WAY less on the moon.

Yes, you can trust the moon. Good things are happening there. Currently, there are no men wearing man-buns on the moon. No politicians sexually harassing women. The moon does not have an ass hat for a president. And dogs and cats are equally smart on the moon.

If you think about it, moons are the original stalkers. They kind of follow their planets no matter where they go. Or perhaps, they are simply loyal sidekicks.

Yeah. Sidekicks.

There is no atmosphere on that moon up there.
That means that the surface of the Moon is completely unprotected. Things like cosmic rays, meteorites, and solar winds have great effects on the surface because of this.  It is pretty rowdy up there. It also has huge temperature variations.

But the cool thing about the lack of atmosphere means that no sound can be heard on the Moon. Not a peep. Silence is golden…..  and can be found on the moon.

Yep. I think that lunar ball is pretty amazing. When people pull down their pants and flash their butts at someone else, and think it is funny, they call it “mooning.” I think we should change this terminology to “Pulling down your pants and flashing your butt at someone and thinking it is funny.”

The moon is way too classy for all of that. Too amazing. Too wonderful.
Shine on, steady moon. Shine on.


“Hitch your wagon to a star.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson


“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”  ― E.E. Cummings


“We ran as if to meet the moon.” 
― Robert Frost


“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.” 
― Carl Sandburg