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grammarwomanTitle: Satellite
Source: RPF - Chris Hadfield
Music: "Satellite", Dave Matthews Band
Vid Download Link: 85 MB at Sendspace
AO3 link.
Summary: These are the voyages of Col. Chris Hadfield, Canadian astronaut, science educator, and generally cool dude. (Description shamelessly stolen from the requester.)
A Festivid treat forthirdblindmouse
Notes: When I was skimming people's wishlists with an eye for making treats,thirdblindmouse's caught my eye. I remember watching Commander Chris Hadfield's "Space Oddity" video and being completely charmed by it. I watched several of his videos after that and was always impressed by what a great human being he seemed to be, a nerd let loose in space who didn't lose his sense of wonder and appreciation for where he was.
I downloaded a ton of clips from Youtube, but I wound up mainly using the Canadian Space Agency's videos with a smattering of others. I chopped off a couple of verses from the song in the interests of delivering a complete vid in time for the deadline; I certainly had enough source material to go for days. When I was sick with bronchitis for weeks on end, I used this vid a way to wind down and mellow out before going to bed. I am quite fond of how it turned out.
I received wonderful comments on the original Dreamwidth and Livejournal posts. Thank you all for the happiness!
Password is satellite
Satellite Lyrics:
Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping Tom for the mother station
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasen
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down, all around, hey satellite
Satellite headlines read
Someone's secrets you've seen
Eyes and ears have been
Satellite dish in my yard
Tell me more, tell me more
Who's the king of your Satellite Castle?
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasen
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down, all around, hey satellite
Rest high above the clouds no restriction
Television we bounce round the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling
I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes
Source: RPF - Chris Hadfield
Music: "Satellite", Dave Matthews Band
Vid Download Link: 85 MB at Sendspace
AO3 link.
Summary: These are the voyages of Col. Chris Hadfield, Canadian astronaut, science educator, and generally cool dude. (Description shamelessly stolen from the requester.)
A Festivid treat for
thirdblindmouseNotes: When I was skimming people's wishlists with an eye for making treats,
thirdblindmouse's caught my eye. I remember watching Commander Chris Hadfield's "Space Oddity" video and being completely charmed by it. I watched several of his videos after that and was always impressed by what a great human being he seemed to be, a nerd let loose in space who didn't lose his sense of wonder and appreciation for where he was. I downloaded a ton of clips from Youtube, but I wound up mainly using the Canadian Space Agency's videos with a smattering of others. I chopped off a couple of verses from the song in the interests of delivering a complete vid in time for the deadline; I certainly had enough source material to go for days. When I was sick with bronchitis for weeks on end, I used this vid a way to wind down and mellow out before going to bed. I am quite fond of how it turned out.
I received wonderful comments on the original Dreamwidth and Livejournal posts. Thank you all for the happiness!
Password is satellite
Satellite signed from Grammar Woman on Vimeo.
Satellite Lyrics:
Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping Tom for the mother station
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasen
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down, all around, hey satellite
Satellite headlines read
Someone's secrets you've seen
Eyes and ears have been
Satellite dish in my yard
Tell me more, tell me more
Who's the king of your Satellite Castle?
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasen
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down, all around, hey satellite
Rest high above the clouds no restriction
Television we bounce round the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling
I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes
