On the one hand they had some interesting stuff, like an hourly show where they tell you about life at the international space station, and there's a section with some interesting info on the moon landings, and you can touch an actual moon rock. Or, as Amanda put it, "other people's germs".
On the other hand, most of the exhibits look like they were designed to appeal to anklebiters. Also, there were too many things you had to pay extra for, and that doesn't really go well with the steep admission price of $22.95 plus six fucking dollars for fucking parking. Ugh. But if you're loaded with money and have kids to entertain, I'm sure they could run around and have fun there for a couple of hours.
After the space center I went and had pizza with Amanda and her hubby Brett at their local joint in downtown Houston. In a tragic turn of events, Amanda got a couple of mosquito bites which we all agreed were infected with West Nile virus, so I'm guessing she'll be dead by the end of the week.
All pics here.
The local guide explaining to a stunned kid how you use a real, honest to fuck shitter on a space station. I think a lot of potential astronauts are turned away right here.
These flight simulators actually go all the way around. 360 degrees, baby.
Mock space shuttle.
Amanda studying the interior.
Moi in front of the space shuttle shitter. Try saying that fast ten times.
Model of the first space landing area.
The actual model spacecraft they used for training the skylab crew in in the 70s. They had an eerily lifelike human doll going round and round, to create the illusion of weightlessness. Or somebody shitting themselves, I'm not sure.
Help, help, I wanna get off!
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