A random visitor to shublog submitted an impassioned comment last weekend:
“Don’t tease us — the word “NASA” staplegunned my retina to your page. Have you any NASA-clobbering SPACE-THEMED concept work? For example, my dream of dreams — a Martian colony? OR, nearer your heart: a Martian car?”
.. a clarion call to martiana. I can’t say I have any ‘NASA-clobbering’ stuff lying around here. I have a bit of respect for the NASA folks- especially since our Wall-e research trip down to JPL all them years ago. But this piece might suffice. I was 13 and in 7th grade at Derby Middle School. It’s your basic human-invasion-of-space theme replete with things only a benign 13 year-old existence would bring to space: a canoe, various service sector jobs and, of course, anti-grav vehicles. Does our invasion of outer space qualify us as the martians? If my prized 24 Pentel marker set had anything to say about it: then, “yeah, sure.” why not. Besides the fact I was still drawing a bear character as human-proxy: not so much martian as just perplexing. The good man who left the comment can send me a self-addressed/ stamped envelope so I can get his retina back to him.
These days I’m not so excited about living in space. I’d rather have a nice air-stream trailer.