Lasso The Moon, Helping you get the most from your lunar adventure, Fiction

Words

Exports
As a tourist, you will be busy with all of your amazing lunar activities! You won’t have time to take in the industrial/business side. Most of the corporate sites are proprietary and therefore restricted. Separate travel arrangements will need to be made through the granting company.

This is short introduction to give you an understanding of how the lunar colony works and explain some of the things you might see out of the portholes when you take your tour of the surface. Ask your travel expediter for information and tickets for Lasso The Moon’s popular Tailored Surface Tour.

Mining
The main export from the moon to earth is raw materials from mining, both lunar and asteroid. The moon is used as a base for ship building, repair, and resupply.

Moon Rocks
And of course lunar souvenirs. Ever since the first space ship touched down on the lunar surface, we have been bringing back moon rocks. Naturally you can trust the Smithsonian moon rock but beware of initiations! Studies show that 90% of “moon” rocks come from the nearest gravel quarry. Unfortunately moon rocks and earth rocks can only be told apart with expensive testing. Don’t get taken in. Trust Lasso The Moon souvenirs when shopping for your moon memories.

Entertainment
Permanent lunar residents try to be as self-sufficient as possible. Earth luxuries are not deemed to be worth the price of oversight from people who don’t even live on the same astronomical body! Some items still need to be imported, mainly machinery and tech supplies. So, earth currency needs to be earned.

One major source of gravity well currency is digital entertainment: writing, drawing, digital painting, specialized hand lettering, video games, creative coding, and so on. Anything that can be produced by rearranging electrons! No raw material required. No transport costs. The only costs are time, computer usage, and electricity. The last is in abundant supply from truly amazing amounts of solar power.

One of the most popular exports is a the well-known comic strip Moon Rats. What you may not know is that the name started as a slander against the permanent residents. As with other groups before them, Moon Rats took the insult and made it their own. First as the title of their famous comic. Then as a collective noun for themselves. Leaning into the skid, as it were. Lasso The Moon does not condone derogatory treatment of individuals based on their place of residence.

The Ghost of Airlock H is a Moon Rats story about an airlock that does not open if there is a problem with the EVA equipment. Is is haunted? Is it an urban myth? You’ll have to read the comic to find out! Selene Publishing titles are available through Lasso The Moon as well as other text retailers.

In case you are wondering who wrote or drew these stories, we don’t know! Moon Rats live within a collective framework. Individual authorship is neither credited nor appreciated. You will often hear them use the phrase, ‘We live here.’ Attributing authorship to a group is an example of the WE part of that belief.
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Editorial note. A graphic novel with a comic strip as a play-within-a-play. From someone who can’t draw. That sounds all kinds of feasible.

Editorial note II. At first I thought Moonrats would be one word, after the Naked version. Now, I’m thinking two words works better, particularly if it first arose as a slur. Also, turns out that the phrase “Mole Rats” in Naked Mole Rats is either hyphenated or separate words. Dunno what I was channeling. Two words it is. Smithsonian: Naked Mole-rat cam

Editorial note III. I’m guessing about moon rocks being hard to distinguish from earth rocks. Sounds reasonable. Preliminary surfing appears to confirm. Would need to check more.
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Rodney’s Recent Jumps

Riding Journal

Awareness of the outside world. Mask mandate ends in my state today. I don’t expect much to change. I rarely see masks as it is. Either I am outside in a green space or inside in a red space. As for me, I will keep masking up until the lab coats recommend otherwise.
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Trot

Canter

I put on my Big Girl britches and cantered the black crossrail. Rodney got overwhelmed and LEAPED into the air. He didn’t clear the standards. It just felt like it.

Gonna need a clean pair of Big Girl britches.

Update: [Free Jumping]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine

Rodney’s Boots

Riding Journal

Awareness of the outside world. BBC news: Muons: ‘Strong’ evidence found for a new force of nature, by Ghosh, April 2021.
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Since it worked for Milton, we cobbled together a second set for Rodney.

Con
New idea, so he disliked it.

May have reminded him of the show ring, which was not his happy place.

Pro
Better trot & canter, but within the margin of error for observer bias.

Reduced tendency to opt for the canter when he felt the trot was too much work.

Better on second day with a different set of front boots.

Consensus
Enough to stay with them for now. We are now a fully-booted barn.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine

Miracle Boots, More Of The Story

Riding Journal

Awareness of the outside world. Today is World Health Day. Gotta admit, every day has felt like world health day for a while now.

More on Milton & his vast improvement with boots. I split this over two posts, because I can’t even.

I’ve never seen or heard anything like this. I have no idea how much of an improvement this will turn out to be in the long run, nor how long any gains will last.

Here is the weirdness for the moment.

Other Horses
I’m all for horses wearing boots. As evidenced by the fact that I was able to dig up half a dozen pairs without upending the tack box. This is also evidence of the fact that I never throw anything away, but that’s a different issue.

All of my horses have worn boots to jump. Mostly front boots. Previous Horse wore hind boots as well. None of them seemed to care one way or the other. Boots. No boots. Meh. It was a requirement I imposed to theoretically protect them from whacking themselves while jumping. I’ve never had a horse who wore boots on the flat, or as a matter of course.

One of the Saddlebreds goes in hind boots. If he wears his boots, he’s a little happier in the canter and around the corners. You can tell. But it’s not a huge deal. It’s not night and day. Not like Milton.

Neither Milton nor Rodney ever jumped high enough to trigger the boot requirement. Roscoe (the name Rodney arrived with) must have worn boots but that data has been repressed lost in the mists of time. Milton was edging toward bootage, but I wasn’t motivated to buy boots for a horse who was only jumping anthills.

Trying an old pair might have occurred to me if we had started down that road. Not jumping. No need for boots. Right?

Silly me.

Milton History
Since the Virtual Tevis, my husband has been riding Milton. They seem to get along. At least he (the husband) doesn’t look at him (the horse) and tear his hair (either husband or horse) out in frustration and despair. Unlike some people.

A week ago, he (the husband) asked if I had back boots we could try on Milton. There was occasional tripping. Perhaps Milton was interfering with his hinds. I thought any tripping had more to do with long toes and the shoeing schedule, but was happy to oblige. Found. Tried. Mild improvement. We were pleased.

Were these front boots? Did I have other back boots we could try? Sure.

In finding a second set of back boots, I found the red front boots. Washed them. Tried.

Heavens parted.

Seriously. You could see it in the way Milton walked. The look in his eye. He strolled around as a content and happy pony. They had been having trouble with canter transitions. Lots of asking on the part of the rider. Lots of trotting around ignoring the rider on the part of the horse. Wearing boots, Milton repeatedly picked up a cute little canter as soon as he was asked.

This whole thing was a total accident. We only tried the front boots because I found them in the pile.

We had no indication.

No hint.

There has not been the slightest ding or scratch or dent on his front legs. He doesn’t move in a way that would indicate any interference.

No hint. None.

We would have done something years go.

Long time readers of the blog will know we have tried everything we could think of. Feed changes. Mid-day naps. Supplements. Body work. Lab tests.

We knew we had not figured Milton out. It was a recurring topic of conversation around here.

For one thing, he was never happy. Previous Horse was a grumpy old man the day he was foaled. Despite being a cranky curmudgeon, he spent the majority of his life in a good mood, only expressing discontent when the world was not as he deemed it should be.

I’ll grant Milton attitude around mealtimes. That seems to be a racehorse thing. But he never seemed happy the rest of the time either.

Boots. Who knew. Well, Milton, but he wasn’t saying.

This is deeply weird. Deeply. But not out of character.

Milton doesn’t like to be touched. This is more of an issue with his torso than his legs, but perhaps his skin as a whole is more sensitive to the slings and arrows that beset a horse of delicate disposition.

Milton has been know to react in a … um … disproportionate manner. One time, he objected to the fit of his new shoes. This was not an abscess, not a close nail, just shoes that were a wee bit tight. He acted as if his front hooves were welded to the ground.

As long as I completely failed to turned Milton into a stellar event horse, I’ve felt a sense of disapproval trickling down from the north. I sent you a nice horse, what did you do wrong? What if we were talking about two different horses? On the off chance, we asked about Milton’s test ride. Was he, by any chance, wearing boots? Why, yes he was.

Hmm.

We also found out that in Canada, Milton was schooling 2′ 9″ on cross-country. Two! Foot! Nine! Inches! I’ve had to jolly him around classes where all the jumps put together didn’t add up to 2′ 9″.

Canada, boots; Alabama, no boots.

Again, hmm.

In Conclusion
I have no explanation. It could be a trick of the light. We could want change so badly that we are imagining change. The whole new attitude could go up in a puff of vapor tomorrow. I don’t think so. It has the feel of ‘Finally, the minions got it right.’

Wonderful if it lasts. At the moment, I am dumbfounded.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine

Miracle Boots

Riding Journal

Awareness of the outside world. “Ingenuity carries a swatch of fabric from the Wright brothers’ plane.” CNN: NASA’s Ingenuity helicopter survives first freezing night on Mars, by Strickland, April 2021.
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Without boots, Milton has two modes: super slow motion and sticky OR coming unglued and hopping about like a wind-up toy. [too many posts to mention]

With boots.

Walk? Over-tracking while on the buckle.

Trot? Okay.

Canter? Sure thing, Boss. Immediately. Off voice command.

It’s awesome.

It’s also annoying.

Us: 7 years. We tried everything. The answer was boots? BOOTS?! Really? REALLY?!

Milton: Yes.

Us: Well, okay then.
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Update
[Miracle Boots, More Of The Story]
[Rodney’s Boots]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine

Mane Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Horsekeeping

 

Awareness of the outside world. “Total nonfarm payroll employment rose by 916,000 in March, and the unemployment rate edged down to 6.0 percent.” U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics: Employment Situation Summary, April 2, 2021.
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Little Rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest …

Sorry, where was I?

Let the annual taunting of the ASB begin. [The Unbridgeable Abyss That Shall Eternally Divide Them]

For those who don’t understand the trauma. Saddlebreds show with long flowing manes and tails. Except the Three-Gaited who get buzz cuts of their manes. They still have long tails. Therefore, everything possible is done to preserve every single, precious hair. Manes and tails are hand separated. No brushes or combs need apply. When not on display, long tails are carefully braided and put up in protective wraps. False tails are bought to fill out thin ones. Or, I should say false tail$$$. The sign of a truly retired Saddlebred is to have their tails cut off and donated to making switches for those still showing. Sam had this done recently. Don’t worry, he was left with enough to swish flies.

Me? I will take a pair of scissors to a mane or a tail at the drop of a hat. Rodney recently had his mane hacked, pictured, so that I could put liniment on his neck more easily. I don’t worry about braiding. I trust my braiding skills to be able to stuff knots into a mane if needed. So, I merrily chop away. And then send a photo to Coach Courtney.

OTOH, they shave off the forelocks. Entirely. All gone. I can always tell how much I’ve been around Saddlebreds by how weird/not-weird this looks.

Speaking of rabbits – and it is properly rabbits not bunnies – I will leave you with these random factoids for the day, “This form of story telling with a pun ending is also known as a feghoot.” Wiki: Little Bunny Foo Foo. “The “Mr. Peabody’s Improbable History” segments on Rocky and Bullwinkle were animated feghoots, right down to the pun at the end of each episode.” Wiki: Feghoot. Ah. They don’t make TV like that anymore. Now, get off my lawn.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine

Wishing You A Glorious Celebration of Order over Entropy

Images

A vaccination story in logos. Before. Done. Report.
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Every culture has a way for humans to say,

Yay, winter is over!

We made it!

Look, flowers, colors, pretty!

Seems to me that all of these festivals revolve around the same theme.

Life over Death

… which can be thought of as …

Good over Evil

… which can be thought of as …

Organization over Chaos.

If entropy is the natural state of the universe, then a reversal of entropy – for however long it lasts – really is amazing.

Happy Spring!

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine