The Little Known History of Germans in Space.

In response to a dear friends article on World Ice Theory linked here : http://tinyurl.com/yj5ujph I wrote the following, before I read his lovely article, in response to the words "Nazi's in space."
I’m just extrapolating from what you’ve given me, but I presume you’re talking about the incident in which Fredrick II of Prussia, A.K.A. Frederick the great formed what could be called a forerunner to NASA, until it was co-opted by Catherine the Great of Russia in her autumn years in what would become the Russian cosmonaut program. Prussia and Russia, ostensibly fighting over which country had the best name, the two being so similar, had a massive and long ongoing space race. This finally culminated in Germany secretly commissioning the French Montgolfier brothers to create the first workable Hot Air Balloon.
However Frederick II was on his deathbed, and his son, Wilhelm, took over the throne on August 6th. Wilhelm wasn’t nearly as interested in reaching the moon, fearing the great and powerful Lunarian Empire, so he stopped all work on German aerospace work. However the Montgolfier brothers had been paid off, so they got a pair of Frenchmen, de Rozier and d’Arlandes, to fly the balloon on Nov 21, 1783.
After the first attempt was a success little else was done on air and space until Hitler found the secret Receipts in a lockbox under the Louvre whilst personally raiding it. Seeing it as a sign to continue past German success, he promptly patted himself on the back for invading Paris, and ordered to have people strapped to rockets until someone reached the moon (at that time the word “Rocket” meaning a small rock fired from a large tank). When someone pointed out that that wouldn’t work very well, and besides the insurance agency was having a fit, he changed tact and set his party to secretly find a more practical way. Eventually the nazi scientists, under the cover of working on an atomic bomb, found a way. Wernher von Braun developed what we now call “warp technology” with the invention of his ‘Star Gate’, or in English: ‘Star Gate.’
Using this technology, the Nazi’s invaded the sea of tranquillity. Only to be fought back by lunar emperor Zanuck XVI, a great and powerful tactician, who, much like the Russians, used the Germans unsuitability to the local climate against them, and would often stomp around in front of a troop going “nah nah nah nah, you cant breath.” The Nazis soon invented space suits, and returned in full force. German tanks and Lunarian space weasels fought for months on end, as many as 60% casualties on either side, thousands died. Back on earth Hitler was experiencing difficulty, the British and American troops stormed Normandy on D-Day whilst in turn Russia never had let up the fight.
Fighting a war on three fronts proved to be too much for the fuher, and he promptly shot himself inside a Berlin bunker. Soon the German bases in the sea of tranquillity had been captured, and the war against Germany was over. To this day there are Lunarians with blond head tentacles and blue eyespots in certain areas of the moon where it is said they interbred in horrible genetic experiments, and if one looks closely enough, a swastika can be seen in the middle of the crater where the Nazis had first opened up their portal.

In the United States

Having resided in the United States for a few months now, in fact since my last posting, my life has changed most drastically. A new boyfriend, a new, makeshift family, new friendships, and new school. my life has definitely been altered by now.
But I digress. this is but a miniature update to prime for my next posting, which shall be up in all of two minutes.

The Page Turns

Ok, This is the last night I'll spend in Singapore whilst living here. The last time I'll feel that warm, moist, night air for months on end.

So the page turns, one chapter ends, the next begins.

My Singapore life is over tonight, and that's alright, it was a damn good life, damn good, but this crazy gypsy has to keep moving.

A new chapter is about to be written, this one is set in annapolis, and begins at 7 am on the 11th.

All I know about it, mostly from foreshadowing, is that it'll involve a gay couple, 2 chihuahuas, a Polish woman, a nicely sized room, a lot of classes, a car, a new phone, probably more sex then now, but less drinking probably, and excersize, that's on the list anyway.

Should be interesting enough, hopefully I can manage a few romantic sub plots, and some way of legally making money.
I guess that people will just have to follow this blog to find out.

I've said my goodbyes.
One of the more emotional ones was when I was on orchard road, right at that hour where all the mynah birds start looking for a nest for the night, and the air is full of moving black shapes and the sound of a thousand birds chirping. And I just took about 5 minutes to stand there, breath in the air, take in the sound and watch the birds.
I've packed my things.
One suitcase, filled to the brim. one laptop bag. two boxes. one box of clothes to go to the needy. and a closet full of books and useless objects i couldnt/shouldnt throw away. That there is my entire life's worth of things.

Goodbye Singapore, Hello America.

Stonewall, Gay History,(Long)

40 years ago tomorrow, in a small, sleazy, mafia run, gay bar called The Stonewall Inn, on Christopher Street, NYC, a riot broke out in the wee hours of the morning, when a "passing woman" (like a drag king) was arrested in the bar during a police raid, escaped the cop car, and threw her large body against it, evoking the start of a riot within the bar. Soon afterwords, a drag queen threw the first stone, hitting an officer, and symbolically, too many, starting three days of protest and riots. During those three days of fighting many new gay rights groups formed, and the gay community, once nebulous and trying to conform to the rest, became a separate entity proper. Pride began.
40 years on the climate of the gay movement is different, the Mattachine Society and the Sisters of Belitis are no longer the prime example of activism, and queer culture has grown to even include a handful of heterosexuals, and has become a culture and a people in our own right. Nonetheless we are incredibly diverse, as our society is not based on race, nor on gender, but on a less tangible, less visible, separation of sexuality.
We need, therefore, to celebrate our intangible connection all the more. To further this I propose a symbolic tradition, to celebrate stonewall, the formation of a proper gay holiday, to cement our community together, and give us an enforced connection to one another. Some may question this as being unnecessary or silly, but it’s similar to the intention behind the holiday of Kwanza, itself formed in the 60s for similar reason; to cement a minority together, to unify, to celebrate, to fight, and to remember.

The celebration is in my mind separated into 4 days, each with symbolic names.
Day 1, June 27th- Judy Garland Memorial Day
Gay legend holds that the boys, girls, neither, and both, were at stonewall mourning the loss of an icon, Judy Garland, in the same way, celebration of stonewall begins on this day as a day of mourning, and remembrance. On this day we remember those who have passed, those who died of HIV/AIDS, those who were bashed, and those who went down fighting. We remember Garland too, and other strong females, bisexuals and gay men who we ourselves, and those before us, grew up looking up to. By about 11, at certain bars, a local drag queen, or elder, will take on the duty of retelling the story of that night, and we have a cocktail in memory. After the first toast, drinking and revelry is more than acceptable.
Day 2, June 28th- Stonewall
This is stonewall itself, thus the name. On this day, people drink and celebrate in early morning, are welcome to get up late, it’s a day for community planning, and people should go to local gay centres to plan and connect. Perhaps a dinner is in order. Protests are best to begin, or be planned on this day. This is also a day for the older generation to connect with the younger and pass on our history, so we never forget, and so that we have a connection to the past.
Day 3, June 29th- Protest
This is a day for peaceful resistance, those who can are to attend a rally, protest, or march, those who can’t should still write to their congressmen, local legislators, etc to forward the gay rights movement.
Day 4, June 30- Pride
This is the culmination, In some regions, street parades can be organized, it’s a day where you should let your rainbow flag fly, it's a day for coming out, for those who are ready to, it's a day for family too, it’s a day for celebration, for fun. Gay youth and children of gay parents can get a small present on this day. Celebrate however you wish, for Stonewall is over, but our fight continues.

That's my proposal, 4 days of Stonewall, a “Gay Kwanza”: Memorial, Stonewall, Protest and Pride. I hope that this idea spreads and that some decide to celebrate our history, our community, and those who must be remembered.

i dont know if this will work properly, but its something i feel should be here.

Update

I'm going to college.
In Annapolis.
I leave in 2 months or so.
Wish me luck.
Jon gave me my Final Fantasy disk back.
I'm happy overall.
I love dancing.
-End Update-

Ok, here's the deal. I didn't get into college.
I have a new plan, and want to talk to dad about it as soon as possible. I'll take courses at the Center for American Education here, to get credits for a semester, then i'll transfer the credits (checking that they will transfer is vital) to a community college in maryland (ideally.) doing this will mean i wont really be behind in my college plans, and I'll still move out. if all goes well, the hardest thing will be moving, because if the CC I transfer to doesnt have a residency hall, i'll need an apartment.
That's all for now.