Listening to the Space Radio on a Space Sunday Afternoon

[infrogmation]

A bit earlier I was listening to "The Golden Era of Radio", a weekly show on WTIX, which is station owner George Buck playing selections of decades old radio transcriptions.

One of today's shows was a 1952 episode of "Tom Corbit, Space Cadet!" which must have had more presumably unintended humor from camp value than any of the shows I've heard.

Gratuitous addition of the word "Space" (the capitalization is implied from the delivery) as an adjective results in such prime dialogue as:

"Aw, you're full of Space Gas!"

"To catch a Space Rat, you have to think like a Space Rat!"

The episode also included a grizzled old Space Miner who talked like a bargin Gabby Hayes, and characters strolling on the surface of Jupiter, where, we learn, walking around is awkward due to the "double gravity".

I marveled that the generation raised on that was able to make any actual useful contributions to the space race.

Comments

[valiant-200.livejournal.com]

I want to keep a Space Rat as a pet.

Here ya go. :)

[hephaestos.livejournal.com]

Re: Here ya go. :)

[valiant-200.livejournal.com]

Doh, this isn't a Space Rat. It's some form of mole. I forget the name of the species tho.

Re: Here ya go. :)

[hephaestos.livejournal.com]

Yah it's a star-nosed mole (http://www.enature.com/flashcard/show_flash_card.asp?recordNumber=MA0049). But I figured that's pretty close to what a Space Rat would look like. ;)

[magicwoman.livejournal.com]

Hope you have a fabulous birthday!

Susan

[jdquintette.livejournal.com]

I marveled that the generation raised on that was able to make any actual useful contributions to the space race.

Probably about as amazing as a generation raised on Star Wars, many of whom can't seem to grasp the idea of space being a vacuum, so things most definitaly do NOT go BOOOOOM when they blow up.

[jdquintette.livejournal.com]

I of course belong to the generation that keeps fucking up their end-tags.