Tusedei Mornin

I’m always making music. This photo dates to around 1948.

It’s Tuesday morning again — this happens every other week, and it throws my calendar out of whack.

I’ve been writing songs and turning them into product for youtube, and I got hold of a really fun idea — what about folk songs of the people who are the early settlers of Mars?

So I’ve been writing songs from the Martian perspective, like “Oxygen Ain’t Free” and “Grow-Lights and Stardust”, things like that, and most of them came out rather goodly, but you can be the judge of that when I get these songs up on youtube, which should be soon.

Naturally, if they’re up on youtube, I ought to be able to include them in this blog. Well, we will see what happens in the natural course of events.

Well, by golly — I’m gettin’ them up there on youtube, or so it seems. Let’s see if I’ve got any more gas in the tank to finish the job — there are ten of them tonight — let’s see if I get all ten of them up in one work session.

People think I write fast. You don’t have to hurry to write a poem. Words come easy or not, and I spend more hours at it than folks think — generally six hours at the least, to get this yield and, yes, I think of these poems/songs as saleable items, because they are.

Fling some poop is the result of several personal experiences, not all of them mine. It’s very common for primates to throw things around, and poop is certainly one of those things.

Back in the day when people were just experimenting with 3D games for the very first time, many of us level designers thought low gravity was a real fun idea.

Turned out it wasn’t, and the low-gravity games soon vanished without a trace.

You might not know what Gro-Lux grow-lights are and were. They are used in growing things that need sunlight, like weed.

Why should Martian Mondays be any better on Mars?

Everyone on Earth is addicted to oxygen, and the doctors who slap the babies to get them to breathe are in on the conspiracy to make us breath oxygen and therefore become addicted.

Fear and Panic — in Greek, that’s “Phobos” and “Deimos” — are the twin dogs of Mars, the Greek God of War.

The red planet Mars was the ancient choice to represent Mars.

There’s red dust everywhere — that’s one of the chief enemies of life on Mars, and it has to be solved some way or another.

So, rock samples and radio static, that’s the life! Ah, to be a pioneer on Mars, just before the Earth blows up!

On Mars, there are no street food vendors — get used to disappointment.

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Time to board the Bardo bus for today’s video tour! All aboard!

See You At The Top!!!

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