Today, while browsing my Horoscopes, and doing other flaky things that I have no time for on a regular day-to-day basis, I happened to notice that Astrology.com was offering me a the ability to name a star in the sky for free, after checking out a couple of astrology reports.
At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was a scam, and then decided, "What the hell..." And proceeded to sign up.
I'm not the sort of person to name something after myself, namely because I've never liked my full first name, or even the nickname 'Linds' (although that is my favourite variant of my full name. No offense, Dad.) And I honestly don't believe my name should be written down in the records as BEING the name of a star. So it took me a grand total of .5 seconds, to come up with the person I wanted to name this star after.
I'm sorry, Mom, it wasn't you. I'm such a bad kid.
Rest assured, if I had ten million dollars, I would definitely name the stars in the sky after my friends and family. They mean so much to me it's beyond comprehension.
Granted, the star isn't visible using only the naked eye. I know that the constellation of Cancer, is usually seen best during November. This isn't a problem for me, seeing as how my Dad is knee deep in astronomy equipment, and all I would have to do is ask him to set up his Telescope in the back yard.
However, it's the thought, that somewhere up in that great miasmias that is the sky; the same sky I stare up into every single night wishing I was somewhere else... That there is a star I've named up there after someone I love. (Complete with a dedication that won't be posted in here.)
The only people that are going to get to read that dedication, is the group of ubernerds at NASA, (who might shed a tear or two at the pure blathering romanticism of it all,) and Devin.
Hey, if I've had someone actually buy me property on the moon (and I have, believe it or not. On their own whim of course.) I now "legally" own two acres of Moon Turf, for that sprawling Rancher home with the outdoor half-Olympic sized swimming pool I've always wanted. It only cost my admirer at that time 40 bucks.
I should probably include that in my income tax. (Or is that considered international property, and therefore tax free?) I'm joking.
If you can do that in this world, It's not that far of a leap to buy someone a star.
Of course, I realize this is all novelty. However, there is a sense of romanticism that is involved with it all that is interminably sweet.
Unfortunately, now I can't say that someone has promised me the moon, and never followed through on it.
Damn.
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