I have more space rat adopts on my new fecto base.
All of them are $10 each and I take PayPal.
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I have more space rat adopts on my new fecto base.
All of them are $10 each and I take PayPal.
Sonic Wave: OPEN
Green Fire: OPEN
Cosmic Spark: OPEN
you'd think tax evasion would be easier in space
The Writer's F-Word
And by that I mean Finishing. UGH
there's this scene in The Good Place, where the characters need to push a button to shut down the virtual companion. She explains that she's programmed to say anything to stop them from pushing the button, telling whatever heartwrenching lies she can come up with to make them step back from the button.
Writing the final chapters of a novel often feel like trying to push that button.
The fearful perfectionist parts of my mind is frantically saying anything to prevent me from pressing that big F-word button.
This morning while writing I had the thought that because the final chapter still isn't complete at (checks document) 412 words, that perhaps the whole novel sucks, and the best course of action would be to scrap the entire 80k and start over, to write it properly this time.
And for a second it felt like a reasonable idea. Until I realised where it was coming from and pushed it away.
People often tell me they're so jealous of my ability to finish my work. And a lot of them seem to think that I just don't have these sorts of thoughts or obstacles. (which I think is probably their brains spouting off things to stop them finishing lol)
The truth is, that F-wording a novel isn't about not having these thoughts, it's about sucking it up, ignoring the screaming voices telling me I suck, and keeping going forward anyway.
It's the only way to shut them up.
Rats peeing in space 💫
It's fun to think about rats in space when one is sick with covid the whole week. I did not only learn that astronauts take rats to space but they also actively need to clean them of pee (because lack of gravity). How they do so is apparently secret tho. Thank you Laura Tenenbaum giving me new thoughts about the world 🌟
Happy anniversary to Hector, the first named rat in space! 🎉
He was launched in 1961 on the 22nd of February in, France 🇫🇷 . He flew to a height of 93 miles or 149.669km and was recovered successfully.
Hector's Story
French scientists had been training 6 lab rats for space travel. This rat training entailed spinning for weeks in a centrifuge hooked to the wall to simulate space in a satellite. Whilst rats usually panic during the 1st day of training, by the 2nd day they are usually back to regular shenanigans grooming, playing, hording, over throwing governments etc.
According to NASA rats are good astronauts!
also look at his little press conference
The Rats and Mice of Space
Whilst the U.S launched a mouse into space on the 31/08/1950 the parachute recovery system failed resulting in their death.
11 mice were recovered in 1951 on the Aerobee missile flight
The US sent an additional 3 mice on three rocket re-entry tests during the 1958 "mouse in able" project, all three did mot survive.
14 mice perished on a Jupiter rocket after lift off in 1959
On 19/08/1960 the USSR launched Korabl-Sputnik 2 or Sputnik 5 as its known in the west. The name may sound familiar because Sputnik 2 is the ship Laika the space dog flew on. Now Sputnik 5 had Belka and Strelka the dogs, a grey rabbit, 40 mice, 15 flasks of fruit flies and plants, and finally the white lab rats No.12 and No.18. They were said to have been recovered safely after 3-4 orbits (source slightly unclear).
The US sent three black mice name Sally, Amy and Moe on the 13th of October, 1960. They went 1,000km up and 8,000 km distance from launch site and were retrieved in "good condition".
There was more info but I had to put this down cause I had stuff to do and the fixation wore off so oopsie daisies
I know it's been a hot minute since I last posted any art on here, life has been busy and motivation scarce, but I have recently been struck with a story idea that I really want to explore. So here's a little drawing I did about it. I might make a post later about the story concept, though I still have a lot of plot I need to figure out for it :P
I did intend this to be Spock but he just looks like a generic (pointy eared) dumbo rat 🐀
“Sneak-hide amongst the Deathguard we will. Steal-take their warp stones for ourselves yes-yes.”
“Why is my guts-insides turning to slime”
“Incredible pain-agony I’m in yes-yes”