Andy Weir

“On a scale from one to ‘invade Russia in winter,’ how stupid is this plan?”

When you’re stupid tired, accept that you’re stupid tired. Don’t try to solve things right then.

“Hey. What’s is your ship’s name, anyway?”

“Blip-A.”

“No, I mean, what do you call it?”

“Ship.”

“Your ship has no name?”

“Why would ship have name, question?”

I shrugged. “Ships have names.”

He points to my pilot’s seat. “What is name of you chair, question?”

“It doesn’t have a name.”

“Why does ship have name but chair no have name, question?”