welcome to space, bitches
A chronicle of our efforts to launch a Philadelphia warehouse into space.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Miniaturization
Maggie works on some of the complex miniatures coming into play for this party.
You'll see what they are.
Jacob's Ladder
Charlie and I working on improving the lighting in the Fakehouse with a SPECIAL light.
So Far to Go
We spent another 5-6 hours today working on the party. Got the blacklight up, the second projector running, and started on the some of the miniatures.
Everything is really coming together well. This is going to be SO spectacular, I get giddy when I think about it. The sheer scale and epic scope of this bewilders me. We're now all part of something so much bigger than ourselves, something that will fucking rock.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
The Bearded Men of Space Station 11
I will not shave until the day of the space party. My rebirth will be like that of the phoenix, risen from the ashes and redolent of aftershave.
This is my solemn vow.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
the bridge ascendant
This is, more or less, the command console for the Spacehouse. It's not finished.
entrance
Charlie's hanging up the drop cloth in the entrance area and lighting it from behind.
On the day of the party a complicated sound system and a series of lights will...well....I don't want to ruin it for anyone. Suffice it to say that your minds will be totally blown.
spraypainting
Here I am spraypainting the bridge, outside in some junkyard behind the fakehouse.
The fumes were choking.
things taking shape
Just got back from decorating for the space party. Spent a good, I dunno, 5 hours taping and spraypainting cardboard. We got a lot of stuff done, and had some good proof-of-concept thing work out, but we still have a ton of shit to do.
Where there is a will, however, there is a way. We must do this. I want my epitaph to read "space party".
This will be the defining moment of our generation.












