Damn I Really Did It. I Blew

The [moon] Surface Is Fine And Powdery. I Can Kick It Up Loosely With My Toe. It Does Adhere In Fine Layers Like Powdered Charcoal To The Sole And Sides Of My Boots. I Only Go In A Small Fraction Of An Inch, Maybe An Eighth Of An Inch, But I Can See The Footprints Of My Boots And The Treads In The Fine Sandy Particles.

Every Flying Machine Has Its Own Unique Characteristics, Some Good, Some Not So Good. Pilots Naturally Fly The Craft In Such A Manner As To Take Advantage Of Its Good Characteristics And Avoid The Areas Where It Is Not So Good.

Good Luck, Mr. Gorsky!

I Am, And Ever Will Be, A White-socks, Pocket-protector, Nerdy Engineer.

When You Deejay A Party, A Good Dj's Job Is To Take Care Of The Crowd. If People Want To Hear Britney Spears, That's What You're Supposed To Do.