Birthday Boy!!!

Happy Birthday, cactuswatcher!!!

Birthday boy!!

Happy (belated) Birthday, atpo_onm!!

Birthday Girl!!!

Happy Birthday, ann1962!!!!

Hope you have a great day!

It never rains, but it pours

I have not been posting lately, except for the onslaught of September birthday greetings. Things are just kind of all happening at once around here.

(1) My novel writing stalled out. I realized I had too much material for one book a while back, so I decided to plan for a trilogy. But then I didn't outline books 2 or 3, and lately, I've found all the stuff I should have moved out of book 1 creeping back into book 1. So I am taking time out to outline all three books. In the meantime, the novel 1 second draft ground to a halt. Trying to get back to that.

(2) Wanting to write other stuff besides aforementioned novel, I decided to take an online writing course through a local college. It started September 3rd. I am trying to keep my A-student, decades-of-writing-experience ego out of this, because it's been a LOOOONG time since I was a student, and the main challenge for me in this course is finding the student mindset again. Learning, not teaching, getting assignments done instead of bitching that I don't have the time. And courage, courage to let other people read my writing while it's still raw, and without the very act of making it public change what I write about. These have all been problems in the past for me.

In other words, my goal is just to pass the class, not get an "A." I am hoping writing classes will push me to be more interactive and social with my writing, allowing more feedback and motivation for more small projects unrelated to the Novel that Won't End.

(3) I recently got a new dentist, who insisted on fresh x-rays. So this fun week, I had a root canal on Monday, after which the endodontist said he would not give me a permanent crown until after I had the wisdom tooth next to it (the cracked one) pulled. So this morning, I had that tooth pulled. It was quick and non-eventful, except for the pre-procedure jitters and the--ouch, damn!--local anesthetic injections.

(4) I'm getting really tired of eating soft foods. I've been doing that all week. I think if I see another mashed potato, it will end up on someone's face. Still, pasta and apple sauce and soup's still the food plan for at least another three days.

(5) On Monday--yes, the same day as the root canal--the Phoenix area had a record rain storm, most of which landed squarely in the Tempe/Guadulupe area. In other words, my stomping grounds. I have been putting off a roof recoating for months because it never rains in Arizona. Monday, I had leaks in at least three windows and two roof lines. So now I have a wee-hours appointment next week for the roofers to inspect it and give me an estimate.

Dentist bills. Home maintenance bills. Tuition bills. And the giant Time Suck of Everything. Please to be stopping the world, I want to get off for a day or two? Thnks.Bye.

Birthday girls!!!

Happy Birthday, etrangere!!!

Happy Birthday, gehayi!!!

Birthday Girl!!!

Happy Birthday, chaos_by_design!!!


I recently discovered a cavity in one of my molars--my first--and it's a doozy, since it created a crack in my tooth that goes up to the gum line (srsly folks, there is a way raw veggies are bad for you--when they're hard as rocks).

Anyway, my dentist sent me to the endodontist who wants to do a root canal. This, liked, freaked me out, because the only thing I know about root canals is what I see on TV. My mom shrugged it off, saying she's had several and they were no big deal.

My question is - the endodontist has a sedative he can use to veg me out during the process, but it will require I show up two hours early for the appointment, and have someone drive me to and from. Also, I will pretty much have to take that day off from work to "sleep it off," and since they don't want me driving for 24 hours, I'll have to stay home the next day, too (I can work from home the second day if it comes to that).

Do I really need to be vegged out for this? What are other people's experience with root canals?


So, dear internets, my summer has been spent (1) working, (2) writing the second draft ye olde novel, and (3) spending lots of time on my new fandom: Anything That Flies Into Space.

I have been a space cadet geek since I was old enough to understand what those Apollo missions on television were, and have been a die-hard Trekkie with an 'ie' since [date redacted], but my actual active following of Cool Space Stuff has been intermittent over the years. I remember staying up late with a gallon of vanilla ice cream watching the Voyager 2 fly-by of Neptune in '89, and being flabbergasted that I was the sole person in the office during one of my summer jobs in the '90's to go outside to glimpse the shadowed reflection of a solar eclipse.

Yet I wasn't paying attention to all the other stuff going on during those decades (forex, my younger brother has a distinct memory of staying up to watch the Viking I spacecraft land on Mars; I don't). Mostly, I sat around grumbling about why we weren't sending people back to the Moon, or Mars. Meanwhile, NASA and other countries' space agencies were sending probes to Mars, Venus, and Jupiter, the Hubble telescope was unfurled on the universe, and astronomers discovered the first planets around other stars.

I can't say what drew me back in to paying attention. I don't have any particular memories of following the space news of the early 00's, either. I think it was a gradual drip-dripping of news via the internet. I am a notorious news-o-phobe. I don't watch the news on television or read it in the newspaper. I avoid news websites. The coverage is invariably Earth-bound and depressing as hell. So if there were exciting discoveries or voyages to be heard about, I wasn't hearing about them.

Enter the era of keyword-driven automated news updates, blog feeds, Tweetdeck lists, Facebook page liking, and Google searches on "what the hell is ****?" And suddenly, I am discovering fifty plus years packed full of space history that would have thrilled me had I known about it. And I'm getting announcements of upcoming events before they happen, so I can watch them occur live on internet TV, or get them shortly afterwards on YouTube.

It's two years today the Curiosity rover landed on Mars. I was glued to the Seven Minutes of Terror that evening. Tomorrow, the European Space Agency will put their Rosetta spacecraft in orbit around a comet. In September, new Mars satellites from the US and India will reach the red planet (MAVEN and MOM). China has a full-on lunar program unfolding. A year from now, New Horizons will fly by effing PLUTO, dude. By the end of 2015, if all goes well, the Google X project will spur one or more clever private citizen teams competing for their $25 million dollar prize to land a rover on the Moon. And other private companies like SpaceX are working diligently to develop reusable rockets that will cut the costs of traveling to and from space*.

There are cool space events happening every day now. As I type, astronauts on the International Space Station are posting breath-taking images and vines from space (@astro_reid, @Astro_Alex). Citizen scientists have returned a disco-era space probe to active scientific duty.

Plus, you know, Europa. Enceladus.

I wasn't paying attention before. Now the universe is my oyster.

* This is not without its own uncertainties. To wit, no private corporation signed the international agreement that the Moon and other space bodies "belong to all mankind" and cannot be summarily claimed and exploited. These issues will arise with increasing frequency as private industry ventures further out into space.

Moonwalk One


This is a fascinating documentary, covering every aspect of the Apollo 11 mission and the science and technology that supported it. It also paints a layered portrait of the the world that was watching (not to mention a vintage glimpse at mid-century America. The business and restaurant signs! OMG!) Very human, poetic, philosophical, and informative at the same time. It brought tears to my eyes more than once.

I was too young to remember this event and the world it took place in. My mom tells me our family was like most others that day--glued to the television. At one point, my father took my older sister outside to look at the moon, but when there wasn't much to see you didn't normally see, she asked to be taken back inside to watch it on the television. Then she promptly got freaked out by the closeups of the astronaut's helmets, faces turned into black reflections.

I get very frustrated sometimes with the pace of humankind's exploration of space, but when I watch a documentary like this and reflect on what the world was like one hundred years ago, fifty years ago, I realize: I live in an amazing age.

Happy anniversary, Apollo 11.

Vancouver area

Last of the pics. The Sculptor and I had the opportunity to head up to midnightsjane's farm and see her horses and the new house. Bonus trip to Fort Langley afterwards.

Fraser Valley

Thanks to midnightsjane for letting us visit!

North Vancouver, including Capilano Suspension Bridge

Still pretty sure the forest area around Capilano Suspension Bridge is where they film forest scenes for OUAT and Highlander.


More of Vancouver.


Stanley Park

Steveston and Gastown sans fannish comparisons

With bonus Highlander.

Anyone who's watched OUAT, Highlander, X-Files, Continuum, or a dozen other made-in-Canada TV shows will recognize Gastown. It is the semi-gentrified "hip" neighborhood along the waterfront in downtown Vancouver. Like such neighborhoods in many cities, you can turn a corner and go from a trendy shopping area to a dodgy skid row. Most of the OUAT "Manhattan" scenes were filmed in the Alexander/Powell/Carrall street triangle.

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Birthday Girl!!!

Happy Birthday, midnightsjane!!!
During my vacation, I visited Storybrooke. Er, Steveston and Ft Langley, BC. Most of "Storybrooke" is located along Moncton and Bayview streets between Third Avenue and No 1 Road in Steveston. This quaint little Richmond area burg appears to have embraced its alternate identity (hey, tourist money!). Although filming had not yet started, some of the buildings retained their "Storybrooke" signage. Others were disconcertingly Steveston/Canadian.

Actually walking the street and seeing where everything is relative to everything else gives you a three-dimensional context when you go back to watch the show. In each new scene, you can orient yourself and say, "The characters are near X. Yep, there it is." It also makes you notice how often the show uses shipping pallets stacked against walls to hide the Steveston signs. ;)

Another thing you start to notice upon rewatch is when the same business is sometimes named one thing, sometimes named something else in different episodes. Perhaps the name changed in real life, or maybe they just didn't bother covering up the real name in early episodes.

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OMG this sounds amazing

I've done a few posts about James SA Corey's Expanse novel series, which is being turned into a 10-episode series on Syfy.

New news about the team they've pulled together for the TV showso far. People who have worked on everything from Breaking Bad To Cosmos to Doctor Who to Star Trek to Farscape.


Birthday Girl!!!

Happy Birthday, astrogirl2!!!

140 characters of character

I think I've figured out my writer's platform "Twitter strategy": follow who's interesting, regardless of who they are and what they tweet about, and have fun. One thing I won't be doing: tweeting every hour on the hour with Yet Another Promo of My Book. That is a one-way ticket to being boring and unfollowed. It seems a lot of writers on Twitter only follow you so you'll follow them, and then it's promo, promo, promo. Like a hall of mirrors, writers tweet "Read my book" at each other, instead of talking to people (some who, hey, you never know, might be readers) about things that make life (and themselves) interesting.

Talk about the writing process. Talk about cool space probes. Talk about a rock star that just died. Talk about your kids, your favorite TV shows, something funny you saw on the way to work, respond to what other people are talking about and make it All About Them.

But a steady beat of alternating one-liner book promos? Is internet navel-gazing., in case anyone cares.

Vancouver Island

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful place to visit. Also? Tasty.



Vancouver Island
Warning: Farmer's market porn!



Finally getting my vaca pics sorted. It feels like, between the Sculptor and I, I had thousands of photos to go through. Yet somehow, after I cherry-pick through them, I have so few to post. Erm. Anyway, the first two days were spent in Seattle:


Chihuly Gardens

Underground Seattle


Vancouver, pt quatre

Saturday was our last full day in Vancouver, and the last full day of our vacation. We started out the day heading across the Lion's Gate Bridge to the Capilano Suspension Bridge. This is a neat little nature preserve just twenty minutes from downtown. A beautiful, beautiful forest area I'm convinced is somewhere around where they filmed many OUAT and Highlander forest scenes.

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The main attraction is a narrow suspended bridge high above a river that takes you from the highway side of the river to the forest side, where there are lookout spots, a birds of prey exhibit, and lots of steps, tree platforms, and mini-suspension bridges to climb amongst the trees. The main bridge has a tendency to sway a lot under two-way traffic, with heavy humans staying to one side or the other. My mom tells me my siblings and I were all afraid of this bridge as kids. Well, I'm still afraid of it as an adult (especially with wise-ass teenagers on it thinking it's fun to jump up and down).

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After a nice nature walk/climb, D and I headed back into the city and had lunch down in Gastown, then returned to Stanley Park to visit the Vancouver Aquarium. This is a very active aquarium with Sea World-like shows and exhibits. We saw everything from whales to sharks to penguins to otters to frogs to jellyfish. Quite worth the trip.



This just in: apparently I have racked up a *&^%-load of roaming data charges on my Android tablet. I just assumed, as was the case in Holland/Germany/Switzerland, I would have no internet access on the tablet unless I was hooked up to a hotel's wifi. I still managed to get GPS in those countries, and nothing else, while out "roaming." This is not the case in Canada, so without a "data plan" for this fair country, I shudder to think of what my bill will be. AT&T has disconnected my data usage, and I can't get them on their 24/7 phone line "due to the holiday."

*checks calendar*

Yep, not the 4th anymore, guyz.

Anyway! Storybrooke, that all-American town, is in Canada, so international roaming applies. Both on tablets, and on foot. Yesterday, D, midnightsjane, and I headed down to Steveston. This little fishing village is worth a trip even if it didn't double as a familiar TV town. Very cute along the waterfront. We wandered down the main drag and saw Granny's Diner, Mr. Gold's shop, the Storybrooke bakery, the Storybrooke Pet Hospital, and the "library" (sans clock tower, of course). It was pretty non-crowded, being a Friday, which was good, but I was dismayed as we approached Mr. Gold's shop to see a big crowd in front of the store. I thought, "is this how it's going to be all these fans crowding things so we can't snap photos?"

It wasn't "fans", but no--it wasn't filming, either (which starts later this month). It was, however, the OUAT crew scoping out the set for some future episode. So that was fun.

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More pics of Storybrooke later.

After our tour, we sat down for a yummy seafood chowder lunch, then headed back up to the city. We dropped Jane off at her place, then continued downtown. Our afternoon plan was to visit the Vancouver Art Gallery. That did not take up the entire afternoon, so we wandered back down to Gastown to give in to a few shopping impulses we'd managed to shake off earlier in the week. For only the second time on this trip, we got a spit of rain. It was mostly been sunny and beautiful this week.

Thanks MUCHLY to midnightsjane for being such a helpful, fun, and gracious host!


Vancouver and Fraser Valley

I had asked midnightsjane if the Sculptor and I might be able to hitch a ride when she went out to the Fraser Valley farm (they call it a "farm", I'd call it a "ranch") of her friends Sue and Jack, and she kindly obliged us. Sue breeds horses. Jane owns two of the horses and helps out with the chores. Considering Jane's also an ICU nurse, I have to admire how healthy and active this woman is!

The only big chore for the day (besides the usual mucking of stalls and moving the horses between their stalls and the grazing field) was a visit from the farrier, who cleans and trims the horses' hooves and reshoes if necessary. We petted horsey noses and watched them get their "pedicures," then toured the new house Sue and Jack are building on the property, which is going to include a basement apartment for Jane. Quite impressive, even though it is yet a insulated skeleton.

Afterwards, Jane drove us to a nearby town called Fort Langley, which still has its tiny downtown from the 1800's. We had lunch in a bookstore cafe and wandered a bit around the shops.

Jane returned us to the city around 4 pm, and we bathed and napped, then took out our own rental car to visit Stanley Park. This is a sprawling, active park comparable to Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, complete with hiking and biking trails, an aquarium, and other activities. We spent some time looking at the totem pole display and taking pictures across the bay of North Vancouver.

Our trip back to the hotel took a long detour down Beach Avenue to Pacific Boulevard and into some dicey neighborhoods to the east of downtown (this is what happens when you try to find Kingsway without a map!) Finally hungry for dinner after our big late lunch, we headed back to the hotel and wandered the neighborhood until we found a place for soup and sandwiches.

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Lake Cowichan (7/1)

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Averill Vineyard, Cowichan Valley (7/1)

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The bulk of our Wednesday was taken up with traveling. First, Nanaimo to Victoria to return our rental car, then a bus to Sidney to catch the ferry. From there, we caught the Tsawwassen ferry to Tsawwassen, BC (natch), then clambered back onto the bus again for the trip up to downtown Vancouver.

All of this is very scenic. We did not get the chance to see the Saanich peninsula by car while we were tooling around the island, so it was nice to travel through it on our way out of town. The ferry is a commuter ferry, so cars and busses drive right on--parking on the lower levels, shops and restaurants and seats on the upper levels. This ferry curves through several of the smaller islands off Vancouver Island, and the weather was great.

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At the bus station, we claimed our new rental car and drove into the wild and crazy streets of downtown Vancouver. We had some time to kill before our room was ready, so we headed out to wander a bit around Gastown, and found photo ops for several Highlander and OUAT filming spots as well as numerous souvenir shops all decked out in red and white.

The main event of the day, though, was meeting up with midnightsjane for pizza right in the heart of Gastown. Although dinner had a few awkward accompaniments (screeching freight cars on the nearby tracks, the restaurant playing "Jaws" on their television), the company more than made up for it.

Vancouver Island, pt. Deux

Tuesday was our one and only full day on Vancouver Island. After a bit of a sleep-in, I headed downstairs for the Continental breakfast, only to find our hotel, like the last one, didn't have one. Well, there was only one response to this: Tim Horton's, stat! Luckily, there was one within a ten minute walk of the hotel. The only downside--no soy milk for Deborah's coffee (in fact, the befuddled expression of the server upon asking was priceless). I returned towards the hotel, looking for a Starbucks I'd Google-mapped just for this possibility, but couldn't find it and returned to the hotel. The hotel restaurant serves Starbucks, so I asked them for coffee with soymilk and was rewarded with the very same for free to make up for my harrowing morning mission.

Fed and caffeinated, Deborah and I headed out to wander the waterfront near the hotel. Quite a nice area with shops and condos, including the aforementioned Starbucks. Deborah wanted to visit the Nanaimo Art Gallery, but it was closed for Canada Day. Instead, we headed out on the road to visit Lake Cowichan, which is a beautiful area mid-island. We stopped at a farmer's market for a lunch of veggie sandwiches and shrimp gumbo soup.

And, wouldn't you know, after the turn off towards the lake, we ran into another vineyard! So we stopped in for a bit. Vancouver Island has some very good white wines and berry wines (that's wine, not liqueur--big difference in the more subtle, dry flavor). Less so the red wines we favor, but we still had fun.

At the lake, we found a quiet, shaded hiking trail to wander on for a while, then visited a little historical museum. Our return trip took us past the farmer's market again, where we found sweet strawberries and English peas. Dinner back near the hotel was a delicious Indian cod curry. Our Naniamo hotel had a bathtub, which I took advantage of both nights.


Vancouver Island

Monday morning we were off bright and early to catch the Victoria Clipper to Vancouver Island. The trip was a little foggy in spots, but otherwise pretty smooth and picturesque.

The ferry terminal in Victoria is right next to a vibrant area of shopping and restaurants and parks. We spent a while getting a car to tool around the island in, then found a seafood restaurant recommended by the Budget Rent-a-car clerk. We had grilled salmon and clam chowder, then wandered around a bit to find ice cream, an ATM, and a drugstore to get a few necessities.

Our hotel is in Nanaimo, which is a drive along a curvy road with pine trees on both sides (and occasional glimpse through the trees at the Strait between the island and the mainland). We visited a few of the wineries on the way, although many were closed, since they are open only on weekends, or Weds-Sunday. We also stopped at a farmer's market to get nibbles for dinner.

Our hotel in Nanaimo is right on shoreline, with a view of many tinier islands off the east side of Vancouver Island. Quite a nice view:

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Sleepless in Seattle

Sunday we slept in. Even me. I had trouble falling asleep (not my usual brand of insomnia). Our hotel is on Fourth Avenue, the major route of the Gay Pride parade, which was gearing up as we passed by on our way to the Space Needle. At the very end of the street, still pre-parade, a half dozen people with placards started marching, letting all the gathered crowds know they were going to hell. The crowds were polite about this, mostly finding it amusing.

We proceeded to the Space Needle. I have a slight fear of heights that I developed post-9-11 after hearing about people trapped at the top of the twin towers jumping out of windows. Ahem. Anyway, the Space Needle isn't all that tall, so it we just enjoyed the view and tried to see distant features through the binoculars.

Our tickets were for both the Needle and the Chihuly Gardens, so we went to the gardens next. What is remarkable about the gardens is less the glass sculptures and more the interesting plants and flowers growing amidst them. I had never seen black grass before. The plant colors are all chosen to compliment the glass in interesting ways (or vice versa). One of the fun things to do there is get a photo of the reflection of the Space Needle in one of the large glass marbles. Do it right, and you can get yourself in the shot as well.

After the Gardens, we went in search of a restaurant for lunch. The parade was in full swing at this point, so we took another route back hotel-ward. In retrospect, it might have been fun to catch a bit of it, as George Takai (Mr. Sulu from original Star Trek) was the grand marshall. But the parade was vey crowded, and in my oinion, much too commercialized these days. We found a Thai place for lunch, then returned to the hotel to cool our heels for an hour.

The afternoon plan was to take "Bill Spiedel's Underground Tour." Pioneer Seattle was pretty much marshy swamp land, and the city was eventually forced to fill in the land above the high tide level, leaving remnants of the old city one floor down from street level. This left many lumber-braced "tunnels" under the city for storage, smuggling, and speak-easies. After the tour, we returned to the hotel with a deli dinner and breakfast (no Continental breakfast in our hoity-toity hotel), and relaxed and packed for the next leg of our journey.



Vacation! Day one had the Sculptor and I heading out at 4 AM (blurgh) for a 6 AM flight. Flight was pretty non-eventful, and Seattle came as a chilly, wet shock after dry, hot Arizona. Not unwelcome, mind you, but there's something in the brain (okay, *my* brain), that refuses to believe other places can have different weather than what you're used to where you live. Hence me insisting on running around in a leather jacket in Chicago in July ten years ago when I was still a San Franciscan.

Saturday, we were both exhausted from little sleep the night before, so we kept our day to wandering around the downtown Seattle area. The Sculptor had an art gallery she wanted to visit. We headed down Third Avenue to the gallery, then back up on First Avenue. First is a lively waterside street with art galleries and shopping. The Seattle Art Museum is on that street, and has a really eclectic collection of modern art and indigenous museum pieces (some actually old, some art by contemporary locals). First Avenue ends at a big farmer's market complex, Pikes Place Fish Market, which is a cross between Fisherman's Wharf SF/Santa Monica Pier. In other words--a crowded, touristy food-and-shopping place. We packed into the crowds like sardines, and had seafood in a restaurant that overlooks Puget Sound. Gorgeous.

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One thing we did not anticipate--didn't even think about--was a particular complication in staying in a downtown hotel in Seattle on the last weekend in June. The Pride Parade is going right past our hotel today. Our plans, of course, are stuff like the Space Needle and Chihuly Gardens. I haven't been to a Pride parade in jeesh, close to twenty years now. Partly because I've "done all that", and partly because Pride isn't celebrated in Arizona on the last Sunday of June. It's in April. So *that* explains the abundance of rainbow flags that greeted us on the light rail trip in from the airport yesterday.


(1) I am exhausted. Literally, fall-over-into-bed-after-work exhausted. Combination of Spring insomnia, work-work busy-ness, and daily novel rewrite sessions, methinks. Also, not having taken a whole lot of vacation since Christmas.

(2) I have been saving my vaca days up for a July get-away, a visit from a friend in October, and of course, this year's Christmas. Plus now I am saving up for a visit to Australia in summer 2015. For this, I need to request three weeks off in a row. Not that I'm not looking forward to Australia, but bunching up vacation time into one big ball means not getting as much in the interim.

(3) Further on the topic of vacation: starts tomorrow! Seattle, followed by Vancouver Island, followed by Vancouver. Sure, I have been to Vancouver, like, a bazillion times, but the Sculptor has not. Did you know Vancouver Island has vineyards? And, of course, Vancouver has Storybrooke. Plus bonus midnightsjane.

(4) I have been fighting my fatigue and extreme vacation-needing lately by staring at my Twitter feed. I NEVER do this. The Place of Tweets has been neglected for years, except for when my Wordpress blog auto-updates it. Now I am using it to find cool science articles, and in the process, became addicted to @ISEE3Reboot and #ISEE3. For those who don't know, this is a project by some citizen scientists to reawaken a derelict space probe from the 1970's that was abandoned by NASA in 1999, rescue it from its wanderings through space, and pull it into Earth orbit to Do More Science.

I'm less excited about the specifics of their project than how it all came about. When NASA told them they could not fund time on the Deep Space Network to attempt to communicate with the probe, these guys used "crowd sourcing" to raise the money - getting public donations. Private citizens who aren't corporations doing space stuff, guyz!!!

Birthday Girl!!!

Happy Birthday, kathyh!!!!

Birthday Girl!!!

Happy Birthday, minim_calibre!!!!