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And in other news: Virgin Galatic’s Space Plane makes a test flight

Published April 30, 2013 by jnaomiay

spaceshiptwo-underside-viewGo! Go! Go!  SpaceShipTwo used its rocket engines for the first time today reaching speeds up to mach 1.2 and an altitude of 56,000 feet after blasting off from it’s carrier WhiteKnightTwo.  SpaceShipTwo soared upward for a whole 16 seconds before heading back down to Terra Firma in the Mojave Desert.  

Virgin has been selling seats aboard their soon to be commercial spaceplane service which they hope to begin as early as 2014.  For a mere $200,000, you too can visit the cosmos.  Check-in and boarding will occur at Spaceport America in New Mexico.  Get in line now as the queue to get screened by the TSA is already incredibly long.

Big Red, a brand new Two Moons of Rehnor novella

Published April 28, 2013 by jnaomiay

In honor of Number One Son’s birthday on Tuesday, I would like to introduce Big Red, a brand new Two Moons of Rehnor Novella.  Actually, neither Number One Son nor his birthday have anything to do with the book.  I just needed a reason to launch it today.  Actually, I don’t need any reason, but since I launch so many, and it’s all become a bit hum drum and ‘oh yeah another one’, and ‘don’t you have anything better do to with your life than write these silly little books’, and a whole host of other droll comments which I won’t bore you with, here it is.  Oh, by the way, Amy Jambor designed this fabulous cover.  Oh, and one more thing, Big Red is available on Amazon and Smashwords, and soon to be available everywhere else which means, I’m sorry, it won’t be free.

 

Big Red – A Two Moons of Rehnor Novella

Luci was big, but she had a pretty face. At least, that is what everyone said. Unfortunately, between Luci’s size, her stuttering and lisps, and the squalid conditions of her family, Luci is doomed to a miserable life. A strange turn of events sends Luci to the city of New Mishnah where Great Aunt Klair takes her in and sets her on the path that will change everything.

 

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Cool Celestial Events this week!

Published April 22, 2013 by jnaomiay

If you’re like me and prefer to sleep at night, then you missed the peak of the annual Lyrid Meteor Shower which occurred in the dark hours of this morning.  The Lyrid shower is named after the constellation Lyra where it appears the meteors are coming from.  Actually, they’re not.  They’re just dusty debris left over from the Comet Thatcher.  The shower will continue until around April 26 with viewing options to include 10 – 20 meteors per hour.   The best way to view the shower is on your back.

Don’t worry if you miss it this week, it’ll be around next year at the same time.  How do I know this?  It’s only be going on for more than 2,600 years.

Coincidentally or not, a partial lunar eclipse will also occur this week on Thursday, April 25.  Just an FYI, this is not a pic of a meteor shower, just a cool snap from the Hubble that I happen to like.

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Had enough of Earth?

Published April 16, 2013 by jnaomiay

Mars One, a Netherland’s based non-profit is going to begin accepting applications for Mars colonists.   The application fee is only $25 and if you are 18 or older you can do so by sending in a 1 minute video explaining why you should go.  

One very important thing to keep in mind; there are no return tickets.

You can find out more about it here: http://mars-one.com/en/

I’ll take the second pod on the left.

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Tag Team in Space Episode 29 – Katie

Published April 1, 2013 by jnaomiay

ttis“Excuse me.”  I bolted up from my seat and raced across the terminal to the emergency exit door that Derrick had just pushed Jerry through.  “Hey!” I called as it slammed shut.

“Hey!”  Mike Martin jumped up and followed me.  “Can I finish your donut?”

“Go ahead,” I snapped and reached in my back pocket.

“I love fresh Top Pots.  In the joint, they only gave us those bland powdered ones that came in boxes.  Is that a laser?”

“Shut up.”  I pointed my laser at the security door, but on second thought put it away.  It was Spaceforce issue and each discharge would be recorded.  Then, I’d have to fill out ten forms to report when, where and what I shot at.  I’d also have to apply for new ammo that was at last check, on back order for at least six weeks.  Instead, I reached in my other pocket and pulled out my Glock.  I put a bullet right in the middle of the locking mechanism.  The door swung open.

“Nice,” Mike commented, his mouth full of glazed chocolate.  “Is that Spaceforce standard issue now?  I may need to rethink my own means of defense.”

“No, it’s my personal piece.”  I stuck the barrel under his chin.  “All the ammo is mine so no one will ever know if one or two are missing, Sweetie.”  Mike threw up his hands and smiled crookedly.

“It was safer in the joint.  At least, I knew what was in Big Al’s pocket.”

“Get down there and find that Rogarian trader before that ass from ARCA screws it all up.  I just hope he doesn’t get Jerry killed.”

“Jerry?  You mean the guy with glasses and the curly hair?  He looked like a schmuck.”

“Shut up!”  Now, I poked the Glock into Mike’s back.  “Get moving.”

“Going, going.”  Mike scampered down the ladder and disappeared into one of the conduit tunnels just as the emergency exit door swung open again.  That big headed Martian was framed in the dim terminal light.

“Jerry?” He asked as a tear large enough to fill a bathtub, dripped from his eye.

“You know Jerry?”  I lowered my gun.

“Fogweet love Uncle Jerry.”

Good.  Good.  Unless, he meant he’d love to eat Uncle Jerry.

“Do you think you could find Jerry and maybe, not hurt him?”

“Fogweet never hurt Uncle Jerry.  Fogweet hurt Derrick if you want?”

“Maybe.”  It would save me a bullet.  “Come on, Fogweet.  You lead the way.”  His big head lit up as he descended down the ladder into the darkened tunnel.

“Uncle Jerry give Fogweet ice cream and candy and lots of pretty lights.  Fogweet love Uncle Jerry, but not like Fogweet love Marla.  Fogweet love Marla because she make Fogweet’s head go boom.”

“Good, Fogweet,” I sighed, following him through the murky crap that lined the floor of the tunnel.  I was glad the light was so dim as I didn’t want to imagine what was collecting on the bottom of my shoes.

“Marla also make Fogweet’s …”

“I get it!  Just find Jerry now!”

“Ok,” he mumbled, the light in his head growing marginally dimmer.  “Lady don’t have to snap at Fogweet.  Lady don’t have to be so mean.”

“Sorry,” I sighed again as my cell began to buzz in my pocket.

“Kate?”  It was Jerry.  “Are you anywhere near?  We need some help down here.”  I heard both Mike and Derrick swearing in the background.

“Are we?” I looked at Fogweet.  He pointed his long finger.

“There’s Uncle Jerry.”