Random space travel meanderings by one Emily C. Read my other blogs at these links:

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distractionsinspace: Now comes the gymnastics.  Apollo 11 audio transcripts WHAT?
lightthiscandle: canadian-space-agency: Chris Hadfield: “The only thing that delights me more than this picture is imagining her thoughts.” Photo credit: Chris Hadfield “This isn’t Dora!” WONDERPETS WONDERPETS GOOO WONDERPETS
bunnybundy: Attention lazy dads: even the first man on the moon had to change diapers now and then. At least nobody’s taking your picture when you do it. Awww man. Neil smiling at his baby. I think there is a speck of dust in my eye. Just dust.  I still miss the heck out of him. 
    I’m thrilled to pay tribute to Sally because her dedication and superb talent cemented the value of women’s contributions in space and in science, smoothing the path for all women to achieve success. Sally showed the world what was possible, opening the eyes of millions of women and men to what could be. Her achievements in space inspired a generation of young women, and her achievements in STEM education will pass that legacy of inspiration on to future generations.
lightthiscandle: Also from Retro Space Images, a young Gene Cernan.
Shucky darn, this dog can keep up with me. Come on, Blazer. Let’s run home so I can eat my third breakfast.
bunnybundy: asonlynasacan: bunnybundy: I don’t know why they made this record label.There was no real record*. I don’t know why they did a lot of the things they did in 1965. But this happened, and here it is. *(I’m actually really disappointed that there was no record. It would have pleased me to know that somewhere out there existed an LP with John on guitar and the pair of them singing an ode to the Molly Brown. It would almost certainly have been terrible and excellent.) Oh my god…I bet this was just cusses and laughing and farting SIDE 1: “Hey Gus, you want some of this sandwich?” “Dammit John, we’re recording and - where the hell did you get that, you son of a bitch?” “Heh heh heh heh heh” SIDE 2: “Goddamnit rookie, there’s crumbs everywhere! What’s that face you’re makin—oh, god, no —” *TTHHHBBBBBBPPPPPTTT* “Heh heh heh heh heh” “Aw, fuck.” BONUS TRACK: “Gus, stop hittin’ meh!”  “Fuckin’ A, John, stop it with the shit!” “Shut up, grandpa.” “OH NO YOU DIDN’T COUNTRY SUMBITCH” “BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP Heh heh heh!”
bunnybundy: I don’t know why they made this record label.There was no real record*. I don’t know why they did a lot of the things they did in 1965. But this happened, and here it is. *(I’m actually really disappointed that there was no record. It would have pleased me to know that somewhere out there existed an LP with John on guitar and the pair of them singing an ode to the Molly Brown. It would almost certainly have been terrible and excellent.) Oh my god…I bet this was just cusses and laughing and farting
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