Wednesday, March 25, 2009

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16 comments:

  1. Ha gotcha! Now watcha gunna do?
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  2. Make sure to post using one of the methods where we can contact you once we decide we love your comment... basically anything but Anonymous. If you post with Name/URL, make sure to include a URL where we can track you down.
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  3. I've been singing for Space Bat all day today. I made this video for him and sang the song to the tune of the Across the Universe version of Blackbird by the Beatles.

    He's my hero, with more motivation than most of my graduating class.

    Here's my Youtube, I hope you like it.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgLMnapQNdA
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  4. Letter found near the Space Shuttle Discovery launch site after liftoff on March 15, 2009:

    I know by the time you read this, I may already be gone. Today I broke my wing chasing a moth. The pain is almost unbearable, but I managed to flutter to a safe spot and latch on. I know that for my species, an injury like this is almost always fatal. Having no children of my own, I write this letter to whomever may find it first. I don't remember much about my birth, only that I could not see and there were many others like me. I nursed on my mother until I was big enough to fly and hunt on my own. I can remember the first time I took flight so vividly. It is absolutely indescribable. I felt so free! One must experience it for themself to truly know. My mother died after my first hunt. I miss her deeply, but it seems that I will be seeing her quite soon. I'm getting a little weak from the pain now, but my claws are dug in deep, so I won't be going anywhere. You know what though, if I had one wish before I go, only one wish, I'd choose to fly again for one last time.

    Just one last ti

    Thomas Culpepper
    clean_plz_k_thz@hotmail.com
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  5. Mrs. Spacebat is the true victim in this situation. She probably never got to tell him how much she loved him. Or that she was pregnant.

    She was probably the one to keep him grounded, always encouraging his dreams, but hoping in her heart of hearts that he never accomplished them. She could still remember looking at the stars with him their first night together. They'd just eaten their dinner. Their bellies were bloated and full--a meal of moths and mosquitos and other such insects.

    He'd looked at her and said "Violet, I'm going to see those stars one day."

    She laughed a nervous laugh and forced a smile, her beady black eyes twinkling under the ethereal glow of the heavens. "I have faith in you, Herb. I believe you."

    Now here she sat, widowed and alone. The tears roll down her cheeks and she curses the stars, for they have taken her beloved from her.
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  6. Spacebat lived his life on the edge and died the way he wanted: going over it.

    epicmastermind@hotmail.com
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  7. I like to imagine that a single trumpeter is playing Taps right now, in honor of that wonderful creature.

    A single, sad, trumpeter, who hasn't played in years. An old man, nearly eighty-three years of age. His old skin is pale and liver-spotted, with a few tufts of grey hair insistently clinging to his otherwise bald head. He's served his country many times in the past, and he's seen his fair share of the world. But nothing so beautiful, honorable, or noble as this.

    He stands now in full military dress, his old uniform now ill-fitting. He picks up his trumpet, it is old and battered like him. Its brass frame reflects the sunlight sharply as the twilight sets in.

    His horn is out of tune, covered in dents. He blows into it once. It wails sadness. Again. A consistent tone. Good. He begins to play the first few notes of Taps, the horn slipping in and out of tune.

    Tears well up in his eyes as he thinks of a certain winged mammal that had a dream. A dream to see the stars. A dream that was worth dying for.

    He finishes the mournful song and lowers his instrument, then bows his head. His old lips manage to form a few small words as the tears stream down his face.

    "God bless you, Spacebat."
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  8. OK, people. Pick another thread now! :)
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  9. Is there any question?

    The he was going for the spiders on Mars.
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  10. I Bat he would have lived if he remembered his space suit.
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  11. "May you forever fly in space and fulfill your dream in the hearts and minds of little children...and ours"

    Need some improvisation on that...
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  12. There once was a Bat with a dream to fly,
    Up into space, to the stars.
    "Don't go" they said, as Bats don't fly...
    Like Astronauts orbiting Mars!

    He ignored their pleas and set off to fly,
    Finding a rocket, on which to rest.
    The rocket did soar up into the dark,
    He clung on..giving his best!

    But there in the dark the rocket got hot,
    Leaving the Earth and the ground,
    The poor little Bat left Earth's atmosphere,
    And was vapourised...ne'er to be found!

    So if you find yourself gazing up at the Stars,
    And hear laughing upon a Moon beam,
    And see a ghostly Bat in an Astronaut suit...
    It's 'Space Bat' fulfilling his dream!

    'Fly Space Bat Fly' no longer an Urban myth!!!
    By Spoonak
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  13. axleai@hotmail.co.ukApr 15, 2009 02:21 PM
    I know by the time you read this, I may already be gone. Today I broke my wing chasing a moth. The pain is almost unbearable, but I managed to flutter to a safe spot and latch on. I know that for my species, an injury like this is almost always fatal. Having no children of my own, I write this letter to whomever may find it first. I don't remember much about my birth, only that I could not see and there were many others like me. I nursed on my mother until I was big enough to fly and hunt on my own. I can remember the first time I took flight so vividly. It is absolutely indescribable. I felt so free! One must experience it for themself to truly know. My mother died after my first hunt. I miss her deeply, but it seems that I will be seeing her quite soon. I'm getting a little weak from the pain now, but my claws are dug in deep, so I won't be going anywhere. You know what though, if I had one wish before I go, only one wish, I'd choose to fly again for one last time.

    Just one last time.
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  15. One year later, I still can't get on an jet airplane.
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