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Comment by Charles Dunlop on July 9, 2012 at 10:36am

Think that when earth became a small thing in the window, you'd be tripping out pretty darned hard.

Comment by Trevor Woodrow on July 7, 2012 at 9:55am

I think once the booze wears off and you realize you are stuck on the ship with Joan Rivers!

But seriously, only the first generation would really have that issue...because Joan would die, just kidding, but not really....because the successive generations would know no better. The first generation would have to be a dedicated group of individuals who truly believe in the mission...I mean honestly, think back a couple hundred years.....not too far removed from those who endt sailing for the new world...weeks, or months at sea on tiny craft, many of whom never reached their destination.

Comment by Charles Dunlop on July 6, 2012 at 5:04pm

I wonder what it would be like, taking off, being all excited, and then the long road to Mars. At what point are you panicking wishing yu were back home?

Comment by Charles Dunlop on July 6, 2012 at 5:03pm

Steve, Joan rivers blood broke the DNA isolation robots, too many chemicals in high concentrations in there... he he he

Comment by Trevor Woodrow on June 14, 2012 at 9:14am
Nature v. Nurture the age old question!
Comment by Russ Ruggles on June 14, 2012 at 6:55am

Genitics.....or just bad taste?

Comment by Steve Byrne on June 13, 2012 at 8:18pm

Maybe Charles can do a study on the specific genetic deficiency linked to finding Joan Rivers attractive ; )

Comment by Charles Dunlop on June 13, 2012 at 8:09pm
Indeed
Comment by Jeff McFarlin on June 13, 2012 at 8:02pm

Y'all need serious psychological help...

Comment by Jeff McFarlin on June 13, 2012 at 8:00pm

Y'all need serious psychological help...

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