So I like to think that normally I'm a rational person. I'm always making fun of conspiracy theorists on this blog.
But on this memorable day - the 40th anniversary of Neil Armstrong, Buzz
Lightyear Aldrin, and Michael Collins landing the Apollo 11 spacecraft on the surface of the moon - I have to confess that where space travel is concerned I am a conspiracy theorist.
Don't get me wrong. I think the notion of going to moons and other planets is very cool. I've seen The Right Stuff, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, and Mission to Mars more times than I can count. And only two of those are goood movies. Guess which.
But I digress. For all the very cool space shuttle missions we've had and all the credible satellite photos and video of those missions, I've always had a little problem believing the moon landings.
Even when I was a nerdish kid, before I became cooler than the other side of the pillow, I was thinking "I'll bet this stuff was taped using 8 mm, somewhere in the Arizona desert."
I know historians and rocket scientists have given lots of reasons why the conspiracy theories don't make sense in this case - including why the U.S. flag appears to be waving in the breeze, even though there's no atmosphere on the moon that would facilitate a breeze (the flag had rods in it so that it would appear stretched out.
But I just can't buy it. Why haven't we gone back since? Yeah, the moon's no vacation spot. But I'll bet the could've put up a Pauly Shore-esque biodome on its surface by now.
I hope the next planned trip to the moon in a few years will turn me into a believer.