deepal C

Then, of course, you grow older, pudgier, stouter, portly.  You have children or get a job or are drawn by fate to one life or another.  Only the deranged don’t notice that the possibilities for their life are narrowing.  And only the happy look around and say, that is fine.  I accept that I will never be a famous minor television personality.  At least I have written this wonderful book of fake trivia.  I am happy.

Then, just when you’ve discarded the last shred of a shred of a shred of the fantasy of, say, being an astronaut, it is unsettling to have someone knock on your door one day and say: Time to go into outer space.

- John Hodgman