Someone at APoD has a Leigh Brackett-like sensibility. (Higher praise it would be difficult to bestow.) The title of yesterday’s picture was “Doomed Moon of Mars”–which sounds like something from the ToC of Planet Stories circa 1948.
-
Archives
- September 2024
- July 2024
- June 2024
- May 2024
- January 2024
- November 2023
- October 2023
- September 2023
- August 2023
- July 2023
- June 2023
- May 2023
- April 2023
- March 2023
- February 2023
- January 2023
- December 2022
- November 2022
- September 2016
- March 2015
- October 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
- September 2010
- August 2010
- July 2010
- June 2010
- May 2010
- March 2010
- January 2010
- December 2009
- November 2009
- October 2009
- September 2009
- August 2009
- July 2009
- June 2009
- May 2009
- April 2009
- March 2009
- February 2009
- January 2009
- December 2008
- November 2008
- October 2008
- September 2008
- August 2008
- July 2008
- June 2008
- May 2008
- April 2008
- March 2008
- February 2008
- January 2008
- December 2007
- November 2007
- October 2007
- September 2007
- August 2007
- July 2007
- June 2007
- May 2007
- April 2007
- March 2007
- February 2007
- January 2007
- December 2006
- November 2006
-
Meta
So, it’s not cheese, this time, but chocolate?
Maltesers… in… SPAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!
(I am SO going to write a story callde “Doomed Moon Of Mars” now. Ideally it will not involve moons, Mars, or even doom)
But it will involve Mars bars.
To me it looks almost exactly like a savagely mistreated ball-bearing that came off a train-car near the railroad tracks where we used to live. (On the right side, of course.) The thing was the size of a small cannonball and had just the same rusty color and pockmarked surface as Phobos (if that is its real name).
But it makes sense for the moons of different planets to be made of different foodstuffs. Mother Earth is orbited by milky cheese. Mars apparently orbited by chocolate, over which so many savage struggles have been waged. Pluto’s Charon can only be made of ice cream. Neptune’s moons: clearly sushi or smoked salmon. For etymological reasons, I suspect Uranus’ Ariel must be made of pumpernickel. (I think I’ll stop there–maybe that’s one too many.)
No, do go on, this is fascinating. I may just have to do a grand tour of the planets.
Leigh Brackett!
What can I say?
I was just reading Lorelei of the Red Mist, the most recent collection of her stuff from Haffner. It’s a golden volume, every story a perfect example of its kind.
Science is cool. If I had to pick which is cooler between science and dead languages in old books, I’d have a tough time of it. (Dead languages in new books might rate a brief “neat,” but not “cool.”)
–Jeff Stehman
I agree all the way. Best of all is science in dead languages in old books. (Even if they do make minor mistakes about what’s orbiting what…)