Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for July 27, 2024

Heh. And they say gravity is the weakest fundamental force.

Maybe if your car could drive upwards you could, though you’d suffocate due to the lack of oxygen.

It’s the final frontier, baby!

When I was in sixth grade, I wanted to become an astronaut. I never found that path, but the path I did follow led me to be well educated in science and technology. I thank space for that. I still watch the sky and dream of what could have been.

No, that’s “MySpace” that’s taunting you. It’s a quiet taunt these days.

Correction. Space officially starts at 100 KILOMETERS up, or about 62 miles. That point is known as “The Kármán Line.”

In space, no one can hear you protest. Not even if you’re a UNICORN!

Astronomer Fred Hoyle was the first to point out that if you could drive a car upwards at 95km/h (60mph), it would only take about an hour to get into space.

To get to the Moon would take a little longer though, since it’s 400,000km (250,000 miles) away – around 10 times the circumference of the Earth. So it would take as long as driving around the world 10 times – just under six months. – BBC Science Focus

Maybe someday you’ll make it there, Phoebe!

I tried it once, wasn’t worth the effort. Place is actually dead boring, doesn’t have any atmosphere.

Marigold is jealous of the number of sparkles.

So, we’re in inner space? What’s the range on middle space?

The story of my life

The final frontier.

You’d only have to drive for an hour to get to space, but it’d take close to half a year to reach the moon.

Space: “Oh yeah? How are YOU gonna make me? I got meteors!”

If cars had better tires we could get there. The phrase “riding on air” is not just a metaphor.

Brings to mind how C.S. Lewis described different types of closeness.

I love Marigold’s protective side.

Space is a cruel thing, indeed.

After going to space earlier this year with Marigold, Phoebe sure is complaining

Somewhere, in another dimension, a Fox girl named Millie is having the exact same thoughts.

It’s not taunting, you, Phoebe. It’s INVITING you. If you consider, YOU can’t drive to your grandmother’s, either. One day, you will be able to. Same for space, if you want it enough.