In Memoriam of Spacebat

From Gizmodo

As you may have heard a bat with an injured wing was clinging to the external fuel tank of the space shuttle during launch.

John Herrman of Gizmodo offered this stirring eulogy;

Bereft of his ability to fly and with nowhere to go, a courageous bat climbed aboard our Discovery with stars in his weak little eyes. The launch commenced, and Spacebat trembled as his frail mammalian body was gently pushed skyward. For the last time, he felt the primal joy of flight; for the first, the indescribable feeling of ascending toward his dream—a place far away from piercing screeches and crowded caves, stretching forever into fathomless blackness.

Whether he was consumed in the exhaust flames or frozen solid in the stratosphere is of no concern to us. We know that Spacebat died, but his dream will live on in all of us.

Let me conclude by saying "Good-night, Spacebat; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."

Hey do you want to hear something weird and irrelevant? (Except to me of course)

So here I am working on my serial novel when I should be doing housework for the missus.

(Shhhh don't tell her!)

And I'm going over my character notes that I had written up at least a decade ago.

One of the characters is a former marine and a veteran of the battle of Khe Sanh. I can honestly tell you that in the years between the planning and revising and re-revising of this project that I had forgotten the specific name of the battle until today.

Then I remembered President Obama's inaugural address "For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sanh"

I tell you folks there are few things in this world I love more than a little serendipity.

Not much of a post really but I just had to share that.

The Saga Continues...

Actually, can you call it a saga when you're only 4 chapters in?

Oh well.

Anyway, as always let me know what you think, especially if you find any typos or artistic merit.

Also: Keep Circulating The Blog

Also: That is not my butt used in the artwork for chapter four. I have much wider child-bearing hips.

And George? Thank you very much. I mean it.