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Cold comfort! It's usually a bad thing. Like, I am the best trombone player in the world, but that's cold comfort since I am marooned on the moon with dwindling oxygen supplies. In this case though, cold comfort is great! Memories of running out to the ice cream truck on a hot day, or munching on a cone during summer camp: these are cold, but comforting! And not at all like this uncomfortable moon rock I'm sitting on while I wait for Frank to decide if he'll let me back into the space capsule. Come on Frank, I get it! No more trombone before breakfast! Jeez!