You-Had-To-Be-There Moment #33

Originally published at Route 96. You can comment here or there.

Peter: “Use your head, Derek.”

Derek: “I’m gonna use it to break the bridge of your fucking nose if you don’t drive me somewhere I can get something to eat!”

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Eat the Bomb

Originally published at Route 96. You can comment here or there.

Besides UFOs, New Mexico is also near and dear to our hearts for a little something called the Manhattan Project, the birthplace of the bomb.

The National Atomic Museum is on an Air Force Base with checkpoints and military police and everything, but is actually owned and operated by Sandia Corp–a subsidiary of DOW Lockheed Boeing I.G. Farben Geffen Globex You Get The Idea. We got onto the base and did the tour and oohed and aahed at Titans and Peacemakers and other death-dealing phallic symbols and avoided eye contact with Japanese tourists. You had to goof on the ghoulish “Better Living Through Massive Retaliation” sunniness of the place, from the Sandia Corp’s happy sunshine logo, to their “Cavalcade of Nuclear Bombers,” to the handmade chocolates in the gift shop shaped like Fat Man and Little Boy. The crunchy sweets that vaporised Hiroshima and Nagasaki… atom-o-licious!