I'm calling it the Watney Triangle because after what I've been through, shit on Mars should be named after me.

Log Entry: SOL 118My conversation with NASA about the Water Reclaimer was boring and riddled with technical details. So I'll paraphrase for you:Me: "This is obviously a clog. How about I take it apart and check the internal tubing?"NASA: (After about 5 hours of deliberation) "No. You'll fuck it up and die."So I took it apart.

Mark, some answers to your earlier questions: No, we will not tell our Botany Team to "Go fuck themselves." [...]The data transfer rate just isn't enough for the size of music files, even in compressed formats. So your request for "Anything, oh god, ANYTHING but Disco" is denied. Enjoy your boogie fever.

Sorry for the delay," Vogel said. "I was required to make a bomb.

How did I end up in this situation? I'm the district sales manager of a napkin factor. Why is my daughter in space?

- “Are all Russians crazy?”- “Yes,” he said with a smile “It is the only way to be Russian and happy at the same time.

Anyway, to ensure I don’t crash again, I’ll— Seriously…no women in like, years. I don’t ask for much. Believe me, even back on Earth a botanist/mechanical engineer doesn’t exactly have ladies lined up at the door. But still, c’mon.