Arrggh. P.F.O.

August 22nd, 2008 by Ian

Over the last couple of months, the Canadian Space Agency has been recruiting potential astronauts for their next batch, and, of course, I applied.  I made it through the first cut of 5000 applicants, but not through the second cut of 2000 applicants.  Sigh.  Oh well, I didn’t really think I’d get in, but hoped I get a little bit farther than that.  I had a house picked out in Houston and everything!   🙂

I’m still routing for my two friends here at work who haven’t yet received an answer either way.

[Edit:  Dave got his “Please F!*k Off” (P.F.O.) too now.  Still waiting to see if Waldemar does]
[Edit again: Waldemar got his too. He made it into the last 200 though…10 times better than Dave and I.]

3 Responses to “Arrggh. P.F.O.”

  1. Terry Says:

    Aren’t you the kid who was afraid of seeing the rocks under the water in Moon River? So you think you could have been hurtled into Space without wetting your space thong????????

  2. Ian Says:

    Oh, don’t get me wrong, I would have soiled my suit….obviously, but I wouldn’t have said “no”. Seriously. It’s one of those things that would scare the crap out of you, but you’d do anyway.

  3. Scott (the aged and sexy) Says:

    Ian

    They can sense worry warts from 1000km…. good on you .. I’d frame the PFO, i’m telling people my bro was rejected from the austronant corps. I’m proud!!!

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