The Martian

by Andy Weir

I need to ask myself, “What would an Apollo astronaut do?” He’d drink three whiskey sours, drive his Corvette to the launchpad, then fly to the moon in a command module smaller than my Rover. Man those guys were cool.

I’m indistinguishable from an unemployed guy for most of the day.

me holding a map, scratching my head, trying to figure out how I ended up on Venus.

Carson Napier!

Deimos is a little piece of crap that’s no good to anyone.