As I sat in a rigid wooden chair, flipping through the pages of a magazine and sipping a cold glass of orange juice through my space helmet, an uneasy feeling washed over me. I paused, scratching the back of my head. When I glanced up from the magazine, that's when I noticed them-your eyes, dear reader. Those eyes.

"Welcome to my page," I said with a smile I knew you couldn't see. "Take a seat and enjoy."