yesterday my father, in his channel surfing, lingered on some show about an independent space development team who had just designed and built and test flown a small spacecraft.
i was sitting on the couch with my notebook writing a little starcustard, and i thought it was cool to think about real outer space, and the amazing possibility these little space development geniuses were offering--affordable space travel for your average joe--as i and my pen were composing imaginary space stations and space commerce and space aliens.
one of the coolest ideas the guy explained to mr. reporter was one involving you, the vastness of space, and a bubble. you, unencumbered by spacesuits and breathing aparatus things, floating, on your own personal space beach, enclosed in a giant glass bubble. well, probably not glass. but transparent, definitely. amazing.
starcustard has a new home now, by the way. my portfolio is well on its way to being halfway-decently populated with work. i still have a lot to do though.
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